<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:22:23.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts..</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts...a product of a conditioned mind...a mind aiming to break free of the chains of worldliness, illusion, deception, of Maya....a mind now conditioned with the 'AIM' to break free.....thinking...thoughts.. again...an endless vicious cycle....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-115510926320730924</id><published>2006-08-09T03:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T03:41:21.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As when from the depth of music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A note vibrates grows and wanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until in another music blends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this way, pours from silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another silence, a steeple, a sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That soars and grows and lifts us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And while it soars, it lets go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of memories, and hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of lies big and small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we want to cry and in our throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dies the scream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we disembogue in the silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That all silences mute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Octavio Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114937345390586270</id><published>2006-06-03T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:24:13.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;I know not from what distant time  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;thou art ever coming nearer to  meet me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;Thy sun and stars can never keep  thee hidden from me for aye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;In many a morning and eve thy  footsteps have been heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;and thy messenger has come within  my heart and called me in secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;I know not only why today my life  is all astir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;and a feeling of tremulous joy is  passing through my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;It is as if the time were come to  wind up my work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;and I feel in the air a faint  smell of thy sweet presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114937345390586270?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114937345390586270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114937345390586270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114937345390586270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114937345390586270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/06/distant-time.html' title='Distant Time'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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It does not mean inaction, it means relaxation, because out    of relaxation much action will be born. But that will not be your doing, you    will be just a vehicle. A song will start coming through you - you are not the    creator of it, it comes from the beyond. It always comes from the beyond. When    you create it, it is just ordinary, mundane. When it comes through you it has    superb beauty, it brings something of the unknown in it.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;When you    become creative, when you allow creativity to happen through you, when you    start singing a song that is not your own - that you cannot sign and you    cannot say, "It is my own," on which you cannot put your signature - then life    take wings, it upsurges.&lt;br /&gt;In creativity is the surpassing. Otherwise, at the    most we can go on perpetuating ourselves. You create a child - it is not    creativity. You will die and the child will be here to perpetuate life. But to    perpetuate is not enough unless you start surpassing yourself. And surpassing    happens only when something of the beyond comes in contact with you.&lt;br /&gt;That    is the point of transcendence - surpassing. And in surpassing, the miracle    happens: you are not, and yet for the first time you are.&lt;br /&gt;The essence of    wisdom is to act in harmony with nature. That is the message of all the great    mystics - Lao Tzu, Buddha, Bahauddin, Sosan, Sanai - to act in harmony with    nature. Animals act unconsciously in harmony with nature. Rocks and plants and    stars act unconsciously in harmony with nature. Man has to act consciously in    harmony with nature, because man has consciousness. Man can choose not to act    in harmony, hence the great responsibility&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to be in harmony with    nature, with the natural rhythm of the universe. And whenever you are in    harmony with the natural rhythm of the universe you are a poet, you are a    painter, you ar a musician. you are a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Try it. Some time sitting by    the side of a tree, fall in tune consciously. Become one with nature; let    boundaries dissolve. Become the tree, become the grass, become the wind - and    suddenly you will see, something that has never happened to you before is    happening. Your eyes are becoming psychedelic: trees are greener than they    have ever been, and roses are rosier, and everything seems to be luminous. And    suddenly you want to sing a song, not knowing from where it comes. Your feet    are ready to dance; you can feel the dance murmuring inside your veins, you    can hear the sound of music within and without.&lt;br /&gt;This is the state of    creativity. This can be called the basic quality: being in harmony with    nature, being in tune with life, with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Lao Tzu has given it a    beautiful name, wei-wu-wei: action through inaction. You can call it "creative    quietude" - a process that combines within a single individual two seeming    incompatibles: supreme activity and supreme relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;That's the paradox    of creativity. If you see a painter painting, certainly he is active, utterly    active, madly active - he is all action. Or if you see a dancer dancing, he is    all action. But still, deep down there is no actor, no doer; there is only    silence. Hence I call creativity the state of paradox. All beautiful states    are paradoxical. The higher you go, the deeper you go into the paradox of    reality.&lt;br /&gt;Supreme action with supreme relaxation: on the surface great    action is happening, in the depth nothing is happening, or only nothing is    happening. Creative quietude is the supreme action - the precious suppleness,    simplicity, spontaneity and freedom that flows from us, or rather through us,    when our private egos and conscious efforts yield to a power not their    own.&lt;br /&gt;Yielding to a power not of your own, surrendering to a power that is    beyond you, is creativity. Meditation is creativity. And when the ego    disappears, the wound in you disappears; you are healed, you are whole. The    ego is your dis-ease. And when the ego disappears you are no more dormant, you    start flowing. You start flowing with the immense flow of    existence.&lt;br /&gt;Norbert Weiner has said, "We are not stuff that abides, but    patterns that perpetuate themselves; whirlpools of water in an ever-flowing    river."&lt;br /&gt;Then you are not an ego but an event or a process of events. Then    you are a process, not a thing. Consciousness is not a thing, it is a process;    and we have made it a thing. The moment you call it "I" it becomes a thing -    defined, bounded, dormant, stagnant. And you start dying.&lt;br /&gt;The ego is your    death. And the death of the ego is the beginning of your real life. And real    life is creativity.&lt;br /&gt;You need not go to any school to learn creativity. All    that you need is to go withinwards and help the ego dissolve. Don't support    it, don't go on strengthening and nourishing it. And whenever the ego is not,    all is truth, all is beautiful. And then whatsoever happens is good.&lt;br /&gt;And I    am not saying that you all will become Picassos or Shakespeares, I am not    saying that. A few of you will become painters, a few of you will become    singers, a few of you will become musicians, a few of you dancers - but that    is not the point. Each of you will become creative in his own way. You may be    a cook, but then there will be creativity. Or you may be just a cleaner, but    then there will be creativity. There will be no boredom.&lt;br /&gt;You will become    inventive in small things. Even in cleaning there will be a kind of worship, a    prayer. So whatsoever you do then will have the taste of creativity. And we    don't need many painters - if all turn out to be painters, life will become    very difficult. We don't need many poets; we need gardeners too, we need    farmers too, and we need all kinds of people. But each person can be creative.    If he is meditative and egoless then God starts flowing through him. According    to his capacities, according to his potential, God starts taking forms.&lt;br /&gt;And    then all is good. You need not become famous. A really creative person does    not care a bit about becoming famous; there is no need. He is so tremendously    fulfilled in whatsoever he is doing, he is so content with whatsoever he is    and wherever he is, that there is no question of desire. When you are    creative, desires disappear. When you are creative, ambitions disappear. When    you are creative, you are already that which you always wanted to    be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho - Unio Mystica, volume 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Creativity - part    3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download link: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.2kzromo2ih9rwk.readnotify.com/tg/2kzromo2ih9rwlhttp/www.sendspace.com/file/69cbql"&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/69cbql&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.6    MB, 14 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114678990731179337?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114678990731179337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114678990731179337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114678990731179337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114678990731179337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/05/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114670375371160936</id><published>2006-05-03T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:49:13.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>Man, in order to escape his conflicts, has invented many forms of&lt;br /&gt;meditation. These have been based on desire, will and the urge for&lt;br /&gt;achievement and imply conflict and a struggle to arrive.This&lt;br /&gt;conscious,deliberate striving is always within the limits of a&lt;br /&gt;conditioned mind and in this there is no freedom. All effort to&lt;br /&gt;meditate is the denial of meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meditation is the ending of thought. It is only then that there is a&lt;br /&gt;different dimension which is beyond time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              J.Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;                   March, 1979&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114670375371160936?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114670375371160936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114670375371160936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114670375371160936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114670375371160936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/05/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114619854247581148</id><published>2006-04-28T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:29:02.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Light into Oneself</title><content type='html'>j. Krishnamurti copyright 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new consciousness and a totally new morality are necessary to bring about a radical change in the present culture and social structure. This is obvious, yet the Left and the Right and the revolution seem to disregard it. Any dogma, any formula, any ideology is part of the old consciousness; they are the fabrications of thought whose activity is fragmentation-the Left, the Right, the Center. This activity will inevitably lead to bloodshed of the Right or of the left or to totalitarianism. This is what is going on around us. One sees the necessity of social, economic, and moral change but the response is from the old consciousness, thought being the principle actor. The mess, the confusion, the misery that human beings have got into are within the area of the old consciousness, and without changing that profoundly, every human activity-political, economic, religious-will only bring us to the destruction of each other and of the earth. This is obvious to the sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to be a light to oneself; this light is the law. There is no other law. All the other laws are made by thought and so are fragmentary and contradictory. To be a light to oneself is not to follow the light of another, however reasonably, logical, historical, and however convincing. You cannot be a light to yourself if you are in the dark shadows of authority, of dogma, of conclusion. Morality is the child of love and love is not desire and pleasure. Sexual or sensory enjoyment is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is to be a light to oneself; then it is not an abstraction, a thing conjured up by thought. Actual freedom is freedom from dependency, attachment, from the craving for experience. Freedom from the very structure of thought is to be a light unto oneself. In this light all action takes place and thus it is never contradictory. Contradiction exists only when that light is separate from action. The ideal, the principle, is the barren movement of thought and it cannot coexist with this light; one denies the other. Where the observer is, this light, this love is not. The structure of the observer is put together by thought, which is never new, never free.  There is no "how," no system, no practice. There is only the seeing that is the doing. You have to see, not through the eyes of another. This light, this law, is neither yours nor that of another.  There is only light. This is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114619854247581148?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114619854247581148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114619854247581148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114619854247581148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114619854247581148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/04/light-into-oneself.html' title='A Light into Oneself'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114565944767366338</id><published>2006-04-21T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:44:07.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;the time has come&lt;br /&gt;to break all  my promises&lt;br /&gt;tear apart all chains&lt;br /&gt;and cast away all advice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;disassemble the heavens&lt;br /&gt;link  by link&lt;br /&gt;and break at once&lt;br /&gt;all lovers' ties&lt;br /&gt;with the sword of death  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;put cotton inside&lt;br /&gt;both my  ears&lt;br /&gt;and close them to&lt;br /&gt;all words of wisdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;crash the door and&lt;br /&gt;enter the  chamber&lt;br /&gt;where all sweet&lt;br /&gt;things are hidden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;how long can i&lt;br /&gt;beg and  bargain&lt;br /&gt;for the things of this world&lt;br /&gt;while love is waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;how long before&lt;br /&gt;i can rise  beyond&lt;br /&gt;how i am and&lt;br /&gt;what i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114565944767366338?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114565944767366338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114565944767366338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114565944767366338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114565944767366338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-has-come.html' title='The Time has come'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114558009871345919</id><published>2006-04-20T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:41:38.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;So the first thing, or the most fundamental    thing is: how to live.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Let me tell you a few things. First: your    life is your life, it is nobody else's. So don't allow yourself to be    dominated by others, don't allow yourself to be dictated to by others, that is    a betrayal of life. If you allow yourself to be dictated to by others - maybe    your parents, your society, your education system - your politicians, your    priests, whosoever they are - if you allow yourself to be dominated by others    you will miss your life. Because the domination comes from outside and life is    within you. They never meet.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I am not saying that you should    become a no-sayer to each and everything. That too is not of much help. There    are two types of people. One is an obedient type, ready to surrender to any    and everybody. They don't have any independent soul in them; they are    immature, childish, always searching for a father-figure, for somebody to tell    them what to do and what not to do. They are not able to trust their own    being. These people are the greater part of the world, the    masses.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Then there are, against these people, a small minority    who reject society, who reject the values of the society. They think they are    rebellious. They are not, they are only reactionaries. Because whether you    listen to society or you reject society, if society remains in either way the    determining factor, then you are dominated by the    society.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Let me tell you an anecdote.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Once    Mulla Nasrudin had been away for a while and arrived back in town wearing a    long beard. His friends naturally kidded him about the beard and asked him how    he happened to acquire the fur-piece. The Mulla with the beard began to    complain and curse the thing in no uncertain terms. His friends were amazed at    the way he talked and asked him why he continued to wear the beard if he did    not like it. 'I hate the blasted thing!' the Mulla told them. 'If you hate it    then why don't you shave it off and get rid of it?' one of his friends asked.    &lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;A devilish gleam shone in the eyes of the Mulla as he answered,    'Because my wife hates it too!'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;But that does not make you    free. The hippies, the yippies and others, they are not really rebellious    people, they are reactionaries. They have reacted against the society. A few    are obedient, a few are disobedient, but the centre of domination is the same.    A few obey, a few disobey, but nobody looks at his own soul.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;A    really rebellious person is one who is neither for society nor against    society, who simply lives his life according to his own understanding. Whether    it goes against society or it goes with society is not a consideration, it is    irrelevant. Sometimes it may go with the society, sometimes it may not go with    the society, but that is not the point to be considered. He lives according to    his understanding, according to his small light. And I am not saying that he    becomes very egoistic about it. No, he is very humble. He knows that his light    is very small, but that is all the light that there is. He is not adamant,    he's very humble. He says, 'I may be wrong, but please allow me to be wrong    according to myself.'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;That is the only way to learn. To commit    mistakes is the only way to learn. To move according to one's own    understanding is the only way to grow and become mature. If you are always    looking at somebody to dictate to you, whether you obey or disobey makes no    difference. If you are looking at somebody else to dictate to you, to decide    for or against, you will never be able to know what your life is. It has to be    lived, and you have to follow your own small light.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;It is not    always certain what to do. You are very confused. Let it be so. But find a way    out of your confusion. It is very cheap and easy to listen to others because    they can hand over dead dogmas to you, they can give you commandments - do    this, don't do that. And they are very certain about their commandments.    Certainty should not be sought; understanding should be sought. If you are    seeking certainty you will become a victim of some trap or other. Don't seek    certainty, seek understanding. Certainty can be given to you cheap, anybody    can give it to you. But in the final analysis you will be a loser. You lost    your life just to remain secure and certain, and life is not certain, life is    not secure.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Life is insecurity. Each moment is a move into more    and more insecurity. It is a gamble. One never knows what is going to happen.    And it is beautiful that one never knows. If it was predictable, life would    not be worth living. If everything was as you would like it to be, and    everything was certain, you would not be a man at all, you would be a machine.    Only for machines is everything secure and certain.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Man lives in    freedom. Freedom needs insecurity and uncertainty. A real man of intelligence    is always hesitant because he has no dogma to rely upon, to lean upon. He has    to look and respond. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Lao Tzu says, 'I am hesitant, and I move    alertly in life because I don't know what is going to happen. And I don't have    any principle to follow. I have to decide every moment. I never decide    beforehand. I have to decide when the moment comes!'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Then one    has to be very responsive. That's what responsibility is. Responsibility is    not an obligation, responsibility is not a duty - it is a capacity to respond.    A man who wants to know what life is has to be responsive. That is missing.    Centuries of conditioning have made you more like machines. You have lost your    manhood, you have bargained for security. You are secure and comfortable and    everything has been planned by others. And they have put everything on the    map, they have measured everything. This is all absolutely foolish because    life cannot be measured, it is immeasurable. And no map is possible because    life is in constant flux. Everything goes on changing. Nothing is permanent    except change. Says Heraclitus, 'You cannot step in the same river    twice.'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;And the ways of life are very zig-zag. The ways of life    are not like the tracks of a railway train. No, it does not run on tracks. And    that's the beauty of it, the glory of it,.the poetry of it, the music of it -    that it is always a surprise.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;If you are seeking for security,    certainty, your eyes will become closed. And you will be less and less    surprised and you will lose the capacity to wonder. Once you lose the capacity    to wonder, you have lost religion. Religion is the opening of your wondering    heart. Religion is a receptivity for the mysterious that surrounds    us.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;So the first thing is: don't ask anybody    how you should live your life. Life is so precious. Live it. I am not saying    that you will not make mistakes, you will. Remember only one thing - don't    make the same mistake again and again. That's enough. If you can find a new    mistake every day, make it. But don't repeat mistakes, that is foolish. A man    who can find new mistakes to make will be growing continuously - that is the    only way to learn, that is the only way to come to your own inner    light.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I have heard.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;One night the poet,    Awhadi of Kerman (a very great Muslim poet) was sitting on his porch bent over    a vessel. Shams-e-Tabrizi, a great Sufi mystic, happened to pass    by.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Shams-e-Tabrizi looked at the poet, at what he was doing. He    asked the poet, 'What are you doing?'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The poet said,    'Contemplating the moon in a bowl of water.'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Shams-e-Tabrizi    started laughing, with an uproarious laughter, a mad laughter. The poet    started feeling uncomfortable; a crowd gathered. And the poet said, 'What is    the matter? Why are you laughing so much? Why are you ridiculing    me?'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Shams-e-Tabrizi said, 'Unless you have broken your neck,    why don't you look directly at the moon in the sky?'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The    moon is there, the full moon is there, and this poet was sitting with a bowl    of water and looking into the bowl of water at the reflection of the    moon.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Seeking truth in scriptures, seeking truth in    philosophies, is looking at the reflection. If you ask somebody else how you    should live your life, you are asking for misguidance, because that man can    only talk about his own life. And never, never, are two lives the same.    Whatsoever he can say or impart to you will be about his own life - and that    too only if he has lived. He may have asked somebody else, he may have    followed somebody else, he may have been an imitator himself. Then it is a    reflection of a reflection. And centuries pass and people go on reflecting the    reflection of the reflection of the reflection - and the real moon is always    there in the sky waiting for you. It is your moon, it is your sky, look    directly. Be immediate about it. Why borrow my eyes or anybody else's eyes?    You have been given eyes, beautiful eyes, to see, and to see directly. Why    borrow understanding from anybody? Remember, it may be understanding to me.    but the moment you borrow it, it becomes knowledge to you - it is no more    understanding,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Understanding is only that which has been    experienced by the person himself. It may be understanding for me, if I have    looked at the moon, but the moment I say it to you it becomes knowledge, it is    no longer understanding. Then it is just verbal, then it is just linguistic.    And language is a lie.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Let me tell you an    anecdote.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;A chicken farmer, dissatisfied with the productivity    of his flock, decided to use a bit of psychology on his hens. Accordingly he    purchased a gay-coloured, talking parrot and placed him in the barnyard. Sure    enough, the hens took to the handsome stranger immediately, pointed out the    best tidbits for him to eat with joyous clucks, and generally followed him    around like a bevy of teen-age girls following a new singing star sensation.    To the delight of the farmer even their egg-laying capacities    improved.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The barnyard rooster, naturally jealous of being    ignored by his harem, set upon the attractive interloper, assailed him with    beak and claws, pulling out one green or red feather after the other.    Whereupon the intimidated parrot cried out in trepidation, 'Desist sir! I beg    of you, desist! After all, I am only here in the capacity of a language    professor!'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Many people live their life as language    professors. That is the falsest kind of life. Reality needs no language, it is    available to you on a non-verbal level. The moon is there; it needs no bowl    and no water, it needs no other medium. You have just to look at it; it is a    non-verbal communication. The whole of life is available - you just have to    learn how to communicate with it non-verbally. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;That's what    meditation is all about - to be in a space where language does not interfere,    where learned concepts don't come in between you and the    real.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;When you love a woman don't be bothered about what others    have said about love, because that is going to be an interference. You love a    woman, the love is there, forget all that you have learned about love. Forget    all Kinseys, forget all Masters and Johnsons, forget all Freuds and Jungs.    Please don't become a language professor. Just love the woman and let love be    there, and let love lead you and guide you into its innermost secrets, into    its mysteries. Then you will be able to know what love is.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;And    what others say about meditation is meaningless. Once I came upon a book    written by a Jaina saint about meditation. It was really beautiful but there    were just a few places by which I could see that the man had never meditated    himself - otherwise those places could not be there. But they were very few    and far between. The book on the whole, almost ninety-nine per cent, was    perfect. I loved the book.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Then I forgot about it. For ten years    I was wandering around the country. Once in a village of Rajasthan, that saint    came to meet me. His name sounded familiar, and suddenly I remembered the    book. And I asked the saint why he had come to me. He said, 'I have come to    you to know what meditation is.' I said, 'I remember your book. I remember it    very well, because it really impressed me. Except for a few defects which    showed that you have never meditated, the book was perfectly right -    ninety-nine per cent right. And now you come here to learn about meditation.    Have you never meditated?'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;He looked a little embarrassed    because his disciples were also there. I said, 'Be frank. Because if you say    you know meditation, then I am not going to talk about it. Then finished! You    know. There is no need. If you say to me frankly - at least be true once - if    you say you have never meditated, only then can I help you towards    meditation.' It was a bargain, so he had to confess. He said, 'Yes, I have    never said it to anybody. I have read many books about meditation, all the old    scriptures. And I have been teaching people, that's why I feel embarrassed    before my disciples. I have been teaching meditation to thousands, and I have    written books about it, but I have never meditated.'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;You can    write books about meditation and never come across the space that meditation    is. You can become very efficient in verbalising, you can become very clever    in abstraction, in intellectual argumentativeness, and you can forget    completely that all the time that you have been involved in these intellectual    activities has been a sheer wastage.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I asked the old man, 'How    long have you been interested in meditation?' He said, 'My whole life.' He was    almost seventy. He said, 'When I was twenty I took sannyas, I became a Jaina    monk, and those fifty years since then I have been reading and reading and    thinking about meditation.' Fifty years of thinking and reading and writing    about meditation, even guiding people into meditation, and he has not even    tasted once what meditation is!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;But this is the case with    millions of people. They talk about love, they know all the poetries about    love, but they have never loved. Or even if they thought they were in love,    they were never in love. That too was a 'heady' thing, it was not of the    heart. People live and go on missing life. It needs courage. It needs courage    to be realistic, it needs courage to move with life wherever it leads, because    the paths are uncharted, there exists no map. One has to go into the    unknown.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Life can be understood only if you are ready to go into    the unknown. If you cling to the known, you cling to the mind, and the mind is    not life. Life is non-mental, non-intellectual, because life is total. Your    totality has to be involved in it, you cannot just think about it. Thinking    about life is not life. Beware of this 'about-ism'. One goes on thinking about    and about: there are people who think about God, there are people who think    about life, there are people who think about love. There are people who think    about this and that.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Mulla Nasrudin became very old and he    went to his doctor. He was looking very weak so the doctor said, 'I can say    only one thing. You will have to cut your love-life to    half.'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The Mulla said, 'Okay. Which half? Talking about it or    thinking about it?'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;That's all. Don't become a language    professor, don't become a parrot. Parrots are language professors. They live    in words, concepts, theories, theologies, and life goes on passing, slipping    out of their hands. Then one day suddenly they become afraid of death. When a    person is afraid of death, know well that that person has missed life. If he    has not missed life there cannot be any fear of death. If a person has lived    life, he will be ready to live death also.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The Art of Dying,    chapter 1 - October 1976 in Buddha Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art of Dying - part    2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114558009871345919?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114558009871345919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114558009871345919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114558009871345919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114558009871345919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-of-dying.html' title='The Art of Dying'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114548243988459978</id><published>2006-04-19T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:33:59.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peanut Butter Jar</title><content type='html'>Cleaning out the peanut  butter jar is a solitary pleasure. I liken it to&lt;br /&gt;a sort of zazen where you  sit in silence and savor the flavor and then&lt;br /&gt;ker-plunk...into the trash goes  the empty jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, cleaning out the jar with a teaspoon is a  favorite&lt;br /&gt;memory of mine. No matter how old you get or how many steaks you  may&lt;br /&gt;have eaten, the last couple of tablespoons of peanut butter in the jar &lt;br /&gt;are magical. They must be garnered from each side, the bottom and around &lt;br /&gt;the rim. They taste slightly grainy and always like...more. But alas, &lt;br /&gt;the jar will yield up no more and it is thrown away with a sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Meditation is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with the basic staple of one’s ego  is at last delicious when all&lt;br /&gt;hope of enlightenment has been given up. You  realize that when you first&lt;br /&gt;took the top off of the jar, the peanut butter  had a glaze and a sheen&lt;br /&gt;that beckoned. “Look everyone, it’s me. Aren’t I  swell?” But then many&lt;br /&gt;spoons dipped into the jar and before you know it, the  jar was almost&lt;br /&gt;empty. Everyone had left and you sat alone with your  essential self&lt;br /&gt;intact. Just you and the lowly spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is said  and done, cleaning out the peanut butter jar should&lt;br /&gt;never be done by experts  or those who would give it a media spin. No,&lt;br /&gt;let us do it alone and in  silence, as if God Himself were waiting for&lt;br /&gt;the next bite, or lick. In that  moment of supreme ecstacy, would He&lt;br /&gt;reveal Himself to you or would He just  gently say, “No thanks, you&lt;br /&gt;finish it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Vicki Woodyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.bobwoodyard.com/"&gt;http://www.bobwoodyard.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114548243988459978?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114548243988459978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114548243988459978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114548243988459978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114548243988459978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/04/peanut-butter-jar.html' title='The Peanut Butter Jar'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114518054919148177</id><published>2006-04-16T05:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T05:42:29.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ML &amp; JK</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Mary Zimbalist: Do you ever feel used, feel something coming into  you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I wouldn't say that. It comes into the room when we are talking  seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: How is it related to the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Pain comes when I am quiet, not talking. It comes slowly until the  body&lt;br /&gt;says, 'That is enough'. After reaching a crisis the body faints; the pain&lt;br /&gt;peters out or there is some interruption and it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Can we rule out something from outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I don't. But what is the truth? There is an element in all this  which is&lt;br /&gt;not man-made, thought-made, not self-induced. I am not like that. Is  this&lt;br /&gt;something which we cannot discover, mustn't touch, is not penetrable? I am&lt;br /&gt;wondering. I have often felt it is not my business, that we will never find out.&lt;br /&gt;When we say it comes into being because the mind is vacant, I don't think it is&lt;br /&gt; that either. We have come to impasse. I have talked to you, to her [MZ], to&lt;br /&gt;Subba Rao [who had known him since the early days]. He said, 'You have been&lt;br /&gt;as  you since the beginning'. I ask myself, 'Is this true?' If it is, there is&lt;br /&gt;no  hope for others. Is it all something which we cannot touch? We are trying&lt;br /&gt;with  our minds to touch that. Try to find out what that is when your mind is&lt;br /&gt;completely quiet. To find out the truth of the matter you have to have your&lt;br /&gt;mind  empty. Not my mind which is in emptiness. But there is a factor we are&lt;br /&gt;missing.  We have come to a point where our brains, our instruments of&lt;br /&gt;investigation, have  no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Might someone else be able to find out? And would it be right to  enquire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You might be able to because you are writing about it. I cannot. If  you&lt;br /&gt;and Maria [MZ] sat down and said, 'Let us enquire, I'm pretty sure you could&lt;br /&gt;find out. Or do it alone. I see something: what I said is trueâ€”I can never&lt;br /&gt;find&lt;br /&gt; out. Water can never find out what water is. That is quite right. If you&lt;br /&gt;find  out I'll corroborate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: You would know if it were right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Can you feel it in the room? It is getting stronger and stronger. My  head&lt;br /&gt;is starting. If you asked the question and said, 'I don't know', you might&lt;br /&gt;find it. If I was writing it I would state all this. I would begin with the boy&lt;br /&gt; completely vacant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Do you mind it said that you want it explained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I don't care. Say what you like. I'm sure if others put their minds  to&lt;br /&gt;this they can do it. I am absolutely sure of this. Absolutely, absolutely.  Also&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: What if one could understand it but not be able to put it into  words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You could. You would find a way. The moment you discover something  you&lt;br /&gt;have words for it. Like a poem. If you are open to enquire, put your brain  in&lt;br /&gt;condition, someone could find out. But the moment you find it, it will be&lt;br /&gt;right. No mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Will the mystery mind being found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: No, the mystery will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Zimbalist: But the mystery is something sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: The sacredness will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Your teaching is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: If you read it would you understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Oh, yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Who made the teachings? You? The mystery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: A good question, Who made the teachings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Knowing you as K, the man, it is hard for me to think of you making  the&lt;br /&gt;teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You mean without study, did you or some other person make  them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: Something manifests in you which does not seem to be part of your  own&lt;br /&gt;brain.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114518054919148177?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114518054919148177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114518054919148177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114518054919148177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114518054919148177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/04/ml-jk.html' title='ML &amp; JK'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114457039293004573</id><published>2006-04-09T04:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T04:13:12.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover your Soul</title><content type='html'>Imagine yourself marooned on a vast deserted island. You have been there for years, struggling just to survive, gathering food, using only your hands and makeshift tools to scratch out an existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of your days are fully taken up with satisfying the basic needs of life. Having proved to yourself that you can survive with just the bare essentials you resign yourself to the fact that you will never be rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger turns to quiet desperation, then to acceptance as you carry on with your life. Several years have passed and you have become accustomed to your lifestyle and feel comfortable enough to start exploring your island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have settled in and your attention lately has been directed towards the mountains and what is beyond. As you begin to move further inland and away from your comfort zone, you develop a sense of strength for having survived the years on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way you are making many discoveries that will enhance your life. You are gathering an abundance of knowledge about the environment that you live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time you have convinced yourself that there is nothing you cannot do, and that there is nothing you really have to do to survive. Everything has been provided for you. You simply reach out and take it as you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years of wandering the island, you finally reach the top of the mountain and turn away from the direction in which you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance and time that separates you, you discover a huge modern city with all the amenities that such a place could hold. You discover that your island was not an island and that the city has always been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your mind races over the circumstances of the last 40 years, you fall to your knees weeping. The discovery of your soul is very much the same overwhelming experience. It’s not a religious experience unless you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural and simply a discovery of another part of you, that was there all along, that you didn't know. Think of the possibilities. Where there was one, now there are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is always that one question, "Why?" How could I have not known? How would my life have been different? The human species is a three part being — mind, body and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is what drives us, the spirit is our personality or ego, and the body is the vehicle that is used to experience the physical world. To experience physicality, one needs to be physical, it's natural then to be focused on the body and its needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most all of our waking hours are centred on what the body wants to experience. There is nothing wrong with this arrangement, and it works flawlessly and on auto-pilot throughout our lifetimes with or without our awareness of what makes it tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I bringing this up? If the system works perfectly, then leave it alone. Don't try to fix that which doesn't need fixing. Is ignorance not bliss? These notions of being alone and powerless, limit our experience of the physical world and our own personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a certain amount of awareness, our lives can be enhanced a thousand fold and more, with the discovery of our souls. Denial of the soul has far reaching ramifications. Awareness of it, augments the quality of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like discovering that city that was always there, and you are given the key to access any part of it. I am not talking about some hypothetical element of our person, rather of something that actually exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soul that we are all part of, is only available to you on a conscious level when you recognise that it is there, when you discover it. Acceptance of the knowledge of your soul brings with it all the benefits, amenities and power that is rightfully yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul is self discovery. You do not have to pay penance or get down on your knees to another to bring it into your awakened life. There is no prayer or affirmation that will bring it to you. Your soul is yours...it always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that will deny you access to your soul is your own thoughts. You can walk on water, turn water into wine, perform all kinds of miracles if you desire. Your thoughts are the key to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you think, so shall your reap. That which you would call "God," or anything else, is who you are. You are an individualised piece of that power. You have the power of the whole at your disposal in any given second through your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover your soul and you discover another natural piece of who you are. You are never lost, you just are not there yet. Open the door to discovery and double or more what you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1483098,curpg-1.cms"&gt;Times of India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114457039293004573?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114457039293004573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114457039293004573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114457039293004573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114457039293004573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/04/discover-your-soul.html' title='Discover your Soul'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114367528967922934</id><published>2006-03-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:34:49.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is pleasure?</title><content type='html'>What is pleasure? To possess a beautiful car! Or have lovely 12th century furniture; to polish it, to look at it, to evaluate. There is a&lt;br /&gt;furniture in England, in a particular room, it's about l6th, l5th century. And one&lt;br /&gt;has paid a great deal of money for it. And it gives you, watching it, great pleasure. Then you identify yourself with that furniture. Then you&lt;br /&gt;become the furniture, because whatever you identify yourself with, you are that. It&lt;br /&gt;may be an image, it may be a piece of furniture, it may be a man, woman, or it may be some idea, some conclusion, some ideology. And all the&lt;br /&gt;identification with something greater or something which is convenient, satisfying, doesn't give you too much discomfort, that brings us a&lt;br /&gt;great deal of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pleasure goes with fear. I don't know if you have watched it. It's the other side of the coin. But we don't want to look at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;But we say to ourselves, pleasure is the most important thing, either through drugs, which is now becoming more and more in this country - opium,&lt;br /&gt;cocaine, alcohol. You know all that, what is happening in the world, especially in&lt;br /&gt;this country, which breeds certain irresponsibility, gives you for the moment certain elan, energy, quietens the brain probably and dulls the&lt;br /&gt;brain, and ultimately destroys human beings. You have seen all this on television. If you haven't seen all this, you know of somebody and so&lt;br /&gt;on. We start with pleasure, and end up in ruination. And pleasure of possessing&lt;br /&gt;something, the woman or the man; pleasure of power - you understand - over somebody, maybe over your servants , if you have domestic help, over&lt;br /&gt;that person, or your wife or husband or something or other, we want power. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Let's be quite honest about all this. We admire power, we extol power, we idolize power. Right? Whether it is spiritual power of the religious&lt;br /&gt;hierarchy, or the power of a politician, power of money. To the speaker power is evil. That's why followers are those who want power through&lt;br /&gt;knowledge, through enlightenment, you know all that rot they talk about. Not that there is not enlightenment, but not the stupid nonsense that they&lt;br /&gt;talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;Ojai 3rd Public Talk 18th May 1985&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114367528967922934?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114367528967922934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114367528967922934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114367528967922934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114367528967922934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-pleasure.html' title='What is pleasure?'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114359637658300537</id><published>2006-03-28T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:39:36.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; Meditation is not an escape from the world; it is not an isolating&lt;br /&gt;self-enclosing activity, but rather the comprehension of the world and&lt;br /&gt;its ways. The world has little to offer apart from food and clothes&lt;br /&gt;and shelter, and pleasure with its great sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is a wandering away from this world; one has to be a total&lt;br /&gt;outsider. Then the world has a meaning, and the beauty of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;and the earth is constant. Then love is not pleasure. From this all&lt;br /&gt;action begins that is not the outcome of tension, contradiction, the&lt;br /&gt;search for self-fulfilment or the conceit of power.&lt;br /&gt;What is important in meditation is the quality of the mind and the&lt;br /&gt;heart. It is not what you achieve, or what you say you attain, but&lt;br /&gt;rather the quality of the mind that is innocent and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Through negation there is the positive state. Merely to gather, or to&lt;br /&gt;live in experience, denies the purity of meditation. Meditation is not&lt;br /&gt;a means to an end. It is both the means and the end. The mind can&lt;br /&gt;never be made innocent through experience. It is the negation of&lt;br /&gt;experience that brings about the positive state of innocency which&lt;br /&gt;cannot be cultivated by thought. Thought is never innocent. Meditation&lt;br /&gt;is the ending of thought, not by the meditator, for the meditator is&lt;br /&gt;the meditation. If there is no meditation then you are like the blind&lt;br /&gt;man in a world of great beauty, light and colour.&lt;br /&gt;Wander by the sea-shore and let this meditative quality come upon you.&lt;br /&gt;If it does, don´t pursue it. What you pursue will be the memory of&lt;br /&gt;what it was – and what was is the death of what is. Or when you wander&lt;br /&gt;among the hills, let everything tell you the beauty and the pain of&lt;br /&gt;life, so that you awaken to your own sorrow and the ending of it.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is the root, the plant, the flower and the fruit. It is&lt;br /&gt;words that divide the fruit, the flower, the plant and the root.In&lt;br /&gt;this separation action does not bring about goodness; virtue is the&lt;br /&gt;total perception. Meditation is not the repetition of the word, nor&lt;br /&gt;the experiencing of a vision, nor the cultivating of silence. The&lt;br /&gt;beads and the word do quieten the chattering mind, but this is a form&lt;br /&gt;of self-hypnosis. You might as well take a pill.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is not wrapping yourself in a pattern of thought, in the&lt;br /&gt;enchantment of pleasure. Meditation has no beginning and therefore has&lt;br /&gt;no end. Meditation is not the pursuit of an invisible path leading to&lt;br /&gt;some imagined bliss. The meditative mind is seeing, watching,&lt;br /&gt;listening, without the word, without comment, without opinion –&lt;br /&gt;attentive to the movement of life in all its relationships throughout&lt;br /&gt;the day. As the mind watches, listens to the movements of life, the&lt;br /&gt;outer and the inner, to such a mind comes a silence that is not put&lt;br /&gt;together by thought.&lt;br /&gt;It is not a silence that the observer can experience. If he does&lt;br /&gt;experience it and recognise it, it is no longer silence. The silence&lt;br /&gt;of the meditative mind is not within the borders of recognition, for&lt;br /&gt;this silence has no frontier. There is only silence – in which the&lt;br /&gt;space of division ceases.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is the unfolding of the new. The new is beyond and above&lt;br /&gt;the repetitious past – and meditation is the ending of this&lt;br /&gt;repetition. The death that meditation brings about is the immortality&lt;br /&gt;of the new. The new is not within the area of thought, and meditation&lt;br /&gt;is the silence of thought.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is not an achievement, nor is it the capture of a vision,&lt;br /&gt;nor the excitement of sensation. It is like the river, not to be&lt;br /&gt;tamed, swiftly running and overflowing its banks. It is the music&lt;br /&gt;without sound; it cannot be domesticated and made use of. It is the&lt;br /&gt;silence in which the observer has ceased from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind freeing itself from the known is meditation. Meditation is&lt;br /&gt;the total denial of everything that the mind has accumulated. The&lt;br /&gt;known is the observer, and the observer sees only through the known.&lt;br /&gt;The image is of the past, and meditation is the ending of the past. It&lt;br /&gt;is only when the mind transcends time that truth ceases to be an&lt;br /&gt;abstraction. Then bliss is not an idea derived from pleasure but an&lt;br /&gt;actuality that is not verbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought cannot conceive or formulate to itself the nature of space.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it formulates has within it the limitation of its own&lt;br /&gt;boundaries. This is not the space which meditation comes upon. Thought&lt;br /&gt;has always a horizon. The meditative mind has no horizon. The mind&lt;br /&gt;cannot go from the limited to the immense, nor cannot it transform the&lt;br /&gt;limited into the limitless. The one has to cease for the other to be.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is opening the door into spaciousness which cannot be&lt;br /&gt;imagined or speculated upon. Thought is the centre around which there&lt;br /&gt;is the space of an idea and this space can be expanded by further&lt;br /&gt;ideas. But such expansion by stimulation of any form is not the&lt;br /&gt;spaciousness in which there is no centre. Meditation is the&lt;br /&gt;understanding of this centre and so going beyond it. Silence and&lt;br /&gt;spaciousness go together. The immensity of silence is the immensity of&lt;br /&gt;the mind in which a centre does not exist. The perception of this&lt;br /&gt;space and the silence is not of thought. Thought can perceive only its&lt;br /&gt;own projection, and the recognition of it is its own frontier.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is hard work. It demands the highest form of discipline –&lt;br /&gt;not conformity, not imitation, not obedience, but a discipline which&lt;br /&gt;comes through constant awareness, not only of the things about you&lt;br /&gt;outwardly, but also inwardly. So meditation is not an activity of&lt;br /&gt;isolation but action in everyday life which demands cooperation,&lt;br /&gt;sensitivity and intelligence. Without laying the foundation of a&lt;br /&gt;righteous life meditation becomes an escape and therefore has no value&lt;br /&gt;whatsoever. A righteous life is not the following of social morality,&lt;br /&gt;but the freedom from envy, greed and the search for power – which all&lt;br /&gt;breed enmity. The freedom from these does not come through the&lt;br /&gt;activityof will but through being aware of them through self-knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing the activities of the self, meditation becomes&lt;br /&gt;sensuous excitement and therefore of very little significance.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is the emptying of experience and is going on all the time,&lt;br /&gt;consciously or unconsciously, so it is not an action limited to a&lt;br /&gt;certain period during the day. It is a continuous action from morning&lt;br /&gt;till night – the watching without the watcher. Therefore there is no&lt;br /&gt;division between the daily life and meditation, the religious life and&lt;br /&gt;the secular life. The division comes only when the watcher is tied to&lt;br /&gt;time. In this division there is disarray, misery and confusion, which&lt;br /&gt;is the state of society. So meditation is not individualistic, nor is&lt;br /&gt;it social; it transcends both and so includes both. This is love; the&lt;br /&gt;flowering of love is meditation.&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is a movement in stillness. Silence of the mind is the way&lt;br /&gt;of action. Action born of thought is inaction, which breeds disorder.&lt;br /&gt;The silence is not the product of thought, nor is it the ending of the&lt;br /&gt;chattering of the mind. A still mind is possible only when the brain&lt;br /&gt;itself is quiet. The brain cells – which have been conditioned for so&lt;br /&gt;long to react, to project, to defend, to assert – become quiet only&lt;br /&gt;through the seeing of what actually is. From this silence, action&lt;br /&gt;which does not bring about disorder is possible only when the&lt;br /&gt;observer, the centre, the experiencer has come to an end – for then&lt;br /&gt;the seeing is the doing. Seeing is possible only out of a silence in&lt;br /&gt;which all evaluation and moral values have come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is not discernment and judgement, or critical evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is the seeing of what is. The ¨what is¨is continually&lt;br /&gt;changing, and when the seeing is anchored in the past, the&lt;br /&gt;intelligence of seeing ceases. Then the dead weight of memory dictates&lt;br /&gt;the action and not the intelligence of perception. Meditation is the&lt;br /&gt;seeing of all this at a glance. And to see, there must be silence, and&lt;br /&gt;from this silence there is action which is entirely different from the&lt;br /&gt;activities of thought. Meditation is not a separate thing from life;&lt;br /&gt;it is the very essence of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114359637658300537?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114359637658300537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114359637658300537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114359637658300537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114359637658300537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-meditation.html' title='On Meditation'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114316745662348636</id><published>2006-03-23T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:30:56.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="vat_quote"&gt;"One is afraid of public opinion, afraid of not achieving, not fulfilling, afraid of not having the opportunity; and through it all there is this extraordinary sense of guilt—one has done a thing that one should not have done; the sense of guilt in the very act of doing; one is healthy and others are poor and unhealthy; one has food and others have no food. The more the mind is inquiring, penetrating, asking, the greater the sense of guilt, anxiety. ...Fear is the urge that seeks a Master, a guru; fear is this coating of respectability, which every one loves so dearly—to be respectable. Do you determine to be courageous to face events in life, or merely rationalize fear away, or find explanations that will give satisfaction to the mind that is caught in fear? How do you deal with it? Turn on the radio, read a book, go to a temple, cling to some form of dogma, belief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the destructive energy in man. It withers the mind, it distorts thought, it leads to all kinds of extraordinarily clever and subtle theories, absurd superstitions, dogmas, and beliefs. If you see that fear is destructive, then how do you proceed to wipe the mind clean? You say that by probing into the cause of fear you would be free of fear. Is that so? Trying to uncover the cause and knowing the cause of fear does not eliminate fear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/images/px_trans.gif" height="7" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with Fear - Book of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114316745662348636?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114316745662348636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114316745662348636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114316745662348636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114316745662348636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/dealing-with-fear.html' title='Dealing with Fear'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114316730730743233</id><published>2006-03-23T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:28:27.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; "If he is on God's side he is one of us, and it does not matter in the&lt;br /&gt;least whether he calls himself a Hindu or a Buddhist, a Christian or a&lt;br /&gt;Mohammedan, whether he is an Indian or an Englishman, a Chinaman or a&lt;br /&gt;Russian. Those who are on His side know why they are here and what they&lt;br /&gt;should do, and they are trying to do it; all the others do not yet know&lt;br /&gt;what they should do, and so they often act foolishly, and then try to&lt;br /&gt;invent ways for themselves which they think will be pleasant for&lt;br /&gt;themselves, not understanding that all are one, and that therefore only&lt;br /&gt;what the One wills can ever be really pleasant for any one. They are&lt;br /&gt;following the unreal instead of the real. Until they learn to&lt;br /&gt;distinguish between these two, they have not ranged themselves on God's&lt;br /&gt;side, and so this discrimination is the first step."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K.  &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114316730730743233?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114316730730743233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114316730730743233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114316730730743233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114316730730743233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114281842778942188</id><published>2006-03-19T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:33:47.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; "... When there is not the directly new and&lt;br /&gt;alive spiritual presence or meaning, thought&lt;br /&gt;puts together the image, the picture, the&lt;br /&gt;idol, from the past, the old, which is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these maneuvers of thought--like savages&lt;br /&gt;making straw models of airplanes--do not give&lt;br /&gt;fresh life or the experiencing that is Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The direct answer one needs, which is fresh&lt;br /&gt;perception of the problem, cannot come as long&lt;br /&gt;as one is seeking to apply a theory, a dogma,&lt;br /&gt;an external authority, an answer or solution&lt;br /&gt;from outside ..."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114281842778942188?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114281842778942188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114281842778942188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114281842778942188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114281842778942188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought.html' title='thought'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114264724783139267</id><published>2006-03-17T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:00:47.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>state of unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; Rom Landau: "How did you come to that state of unity with&lt;br /&gt;everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti: "People have asked me about that before, and I&lt;br /&gt;always feel that they expect to hear the dramatic account of some&lt;br /&gt;sudden miracle through which I suddenly became one with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Of course nothing of the sort happened. My inner awareness was always&lt;br /&gt;there; though it took me time to feel it more and more clearly; and&lt;br /&gt;equally it took time to find words that would at all describe it. It&lt;br /&gt;was not a sudden flash, but a slow yet constant clarification of&lt;br /&gt;something that was always there. It did not grow, as people often&lt;br /&gt;think. Nothing can grow in us that is of spiritual importance. It has&lt;br /&gt;to be there in all its fullness, and then the only thing that happens&lt;br /&gt;is that we become more and more aware of it. It is our intellectul&lt;br /&gt;reaction and nothing else that needs time to become more articulate,&lt;br /&gt;more definite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob M.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114264724783139267?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114264724783139267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114264724783139267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114264724783139267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114264724783139267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/state-of-unity.html' title='state of unity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114264654952008163</id><published>2006-03-17T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:49:09.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poem by an African kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p style="background: rgb(228, 228, 228) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt; , written by an African kid.........amazing thought!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I born, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When I go in Sun, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When I scared, I Black, &lt;br /&gt;When I sick, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;And when I die, I still black..&lt;br /&gt;And you White &lt;span&gt;fella&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;When you born, you Pink,&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up, you White,&lt;br /&gt;When you go in Sun, you Red,&lt;br /&gt;When you cold, you Blue, &lt;br /&gt;When you scared, you Yellow,&lt;br /&gt;When you sick, you Green,&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, you Gray..&lt;br /&gt;And you calling me &lt;span&gt;Colored ??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114264654952008163?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114264654952008163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114264654952008163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114264654952008163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114264654952008163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/poem-by-african-kid.html' title='poem by an African kid'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114245315448775478</id><published>2006-03-15T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:05:54.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#54466f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November &lt;span class="765573212-16062004"&gt;1&lt;span class="484183512-16062004"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="187233012-16062004"&gt;th &lt;/span&gt;1961 - Bombay &amp; Rishi Valley &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#54466f;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;color:#54466f;"&gt;Sensitivity and sensation are two different things. Sensations, emotions, feelings always leave a residue, whose accumulation dulls and distorts. Sensations are always contradictory and so conflicting; conflict always dulls the mind, perverts perception. The appreciation of beauty in terms of sensation, of like and dislike, is not to perceive beauty; sensation can only divide as beauty and ugliness but division is not beauty. Because sensations, feeings, breed conflict, to avoid conflict, discipline, control, suppression, have been advocated but this only builds resistance and so increases conflict and brings about greater dullness and insensitivity. The saintly control and suppression is the saintly insensitivity and brutal dullness which is so highly regarded. To make the mind more stupid and dull, ideals and conclusions are invented and spread around. All forms of sensations, however refined or gross, cultivate resistance and a withering away. Sensitivity is the dying to every residue of sensation; to be sensitive, utterly and intensely, to a flower, to a person, to a smile, is to have no scar of memory, for every scar destroys sensitivity. To be aware of every sensation, feeling, thought as it arises, from moment to moment, choicelessly, is to be free from scars, never allowing a scar to be formed. Sensations, feelings, thoughts are always partial, fragmentary and destructive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;color:#54466f;"&gt;Sensitivity is a  total of body, mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114245315448775478?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114245315448775478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114245315448775478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114245315448775478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114245315448775478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensitivity_15.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114229660622528308</id><published>2006-03-13T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:37:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span class="812290916-03082004"&gt;November &lt;/span&gt;29th&lt;span class="812290916-03082004"&gt;  1961, Madras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="812290916-03082004"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;Without sensitivity there can  be no affection; personal reaction does not indicate sensitivity; you may be  sensitive about your family, about your achievement, about your status and  capacity. This kind of sensitivity is a reaction, limited, narrow, and is  deteriorating. Sensitivity is not good taste for good taste is personal and the  freedom from personal reaction is the awareness of beauty. Without the  appreciation of beauty and without the sensitive awareness of it, there is no  love. This sensitive awareness of nature, of the river, of the sky, of the  people, of the filthy road, is affection. The essence of affection is  sensitivity. But most people are afraid of being sensitive; to them to be  sensitive is to get hurt and so they harden themselves and so preserve their  sorrow. Or they escape into every form of entertainment, the church, the temple,  gossip and cinema and social reform. But being sensitive is not personal and  when it is, it leads to misery. To break through this personal reaction is to  love, and love is for the one and the many; it is not restricted to the one or  to the many. To be sensitive, all the senses must be fully alive, active, and  fear of being a slave to the senses is merely the avoidance of a natural fact.  The awareness of the fact does not lead to slavery; it is the fear of the fact  that leads to bondage. Thought is of the senses and thought makes for limitation  but yet you are not afraid of thought. On the contrary, it is ennobled with  respectability and enshrined with conceit. To be sensitively aware of thought,  of feeling, of the world about you, of your office and of nature, is to explode  from moment to moment in affection. Without affection, every action becomes  burdensome and mechanical and leads to decay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;   ................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;     To the so-called religious to be sensitive is to  sin, an evil reserved for the worldly; to the religious the beautiful is  temptation, to be resisted; it's an evil distraction to be denied. Good works  are not a substitute for love, and without love all activity leads to sorrow,  noble or ignoble. The essence of affection is sensitivity and without it all  worship is an escape from reality. To the monk, to the sannyasi, the senses are  the way of pain, save thought which must be dedicated to the god of their  conditioning. But thought is of the senses. It is thought that puts together  time and it is thought that makes sensitivity sinful. To go beyond thought is  virtue and that virtue is heightened sensitivity which is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="812290916-03082004"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Love and there is  no sin; love and do what you will and then there is no sorrow&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="812290916-03082004"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;  ~ &lt;strong&gt;Krihnamurti's Notebook  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114229660622528308?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114229660622528308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114229660622528308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114229660622528308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114229660622528308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensitivity_13.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114222392288403988</id><published>2006-03-12T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:25:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Sensitivity    means being sensitive to everything around one -- to the plants, the animals,    the trees, the skies, the waters of the river, the bird on the wing; and also    the moods of the people around one, and to the stranger who passes by. This    sensitivity brings about the quality of uncalculated, unselfish, response,    which is true morality and conduct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life Ahead&lt;/span&gt;,    &lt;/em&gt; Krishnamurti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Buddhist tradition has identified this virtue as  compassion, the origin of which is in mindfulness. Krishnamurti points to it as  a methodology for dispelling the arbitrariness of culture and authority. Other  traditions will root this virtue in metaphysics or define it as the essence of  morality. But from the point of view of Krishnamurti's philosophy and psychology  -- not Western but not merely Eastern, either -- mindfulness or sensitivity is a  prerequisite to knowledge of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;(from an article in  Hermitary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- |**|begin egp html banner|**| --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114222392288403988?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114222392288403988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114222392288403988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114222392288403988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114222392288403988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensitivity_12.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114220684335854129</id><published>2006-03-12T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:40:43.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"To be alone, which is not a philosophy of loneliness, is obviously to be in a state of revolution against the whole setup of society, not only this society, but the communist society, the fascist, every form of society as organized brutality, organized power. And that means an extraordinary perception of the effects of power. Sir, have you noticed those soldiers rehearsing? They are not human beings any more, they are machines, they are your sons and my sons, standing there in the sun. This is happening here, in America, in Russia, and everywhere, not only at the governmental level, but also at the monastic level, belonging to monasteries, to orders, to groups who employ astonishing power. And it is only the mind which does not belong that can be alone. And aloneness is not something to be cultivated. You see this? When you see all this, you are out, and no governor or president is going to invite you to dinner. Out of that aloneness there is humility. It is this aloneness that knows love, not power. The ambitious man, religious or ordinary, will never know what love is. So, if one sees all this, then one has this quality of total living and therefore total action. This comes through self-knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Be Alone" - The Book of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114220684335854129?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114220684335854129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114220684335854129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114220684335854129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114220684335854129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-be-alone.html' title='To be alone'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114220184844147191</id><published>2006-03-12T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:17:28.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"But even when we are sharpened and quickened intellectually by argument, by discussion, by reading, this does not actually bring about that quality of sensitivity. And you know all those people who are erudite, who read, who theorize, who can discuss brilliantly, are extraordinarily dull people. So I think sensitivity, which destroys mediocrity, is very important to understand. Because most of us are becoming, I am afraid, more mediocre. We are not using that word in any derogative sense at all, but merely observing the fact of mediocrity in the sense of being average, fairly well educated, earning a livelihood and perhaps capable of clever discussion; but this leaves us still bourgeois, mediocre, not only in our attitudes but in our activities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114220184844147191?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114220184844147191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114220184844147191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114220184844147191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114220184844147191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114094753626903508</id><published>2006-02-26T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:52:16.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MINDSET: IN A DREAM World</title><content type='html'>Oscar Wilde once remarked, "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he so wryly observed, the vast majority of us are not who we've been pretending to be, and the lives we've been living until now are moulded according to rules and values that are not our own. Most of humanity is stuck in someone else's discarded chewing gum and is yet to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have been brave enough to forsake this trap, here is your likely portrait: your religious convictions are those of your parents or community and your political allegiances conform to the party system that society offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are desirable choices that hold societies together. They make you who you are, you might argue. True, but only if you are content with admiring the wrapping and never looking inside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dared to look, you'd discover how these basic thoughts originate in a fundamental belief formed during the first years of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children typically bend their perceptions and interpretations of reality to match those who care for them. They find ways to please in order to receive attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they grow up, the issues may change, but the initial patterns of conformity remain ingrained in them. The price for surrendering to consensus is steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing less than the loss of individuality. You disengage from the grandness of the creation and implode into the holographic illusion humans have come to call reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become one of Oscar Wilde's other people, thinking someone else's opinions and assuming they are your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trapped in the daily drama the culture and the media feed us. A thirty-second news bite can push our buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get hooked, liberally lacing our collective guts with corrosive biochemicals unleashed by our righteous indignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This condition is virtually universal. It is also the underlying cause of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cling so tightly to their personal and social identities that they are blinded to anything that does not validate them. The way out is easier than anyone might imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, very few summon the courage, for it requires them to leave the comfort of their known world and walk alone, unaided by the crutch of dogma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people would rather get caught up in the business of earning a living, raising a family, or helping their community than deal with the unsettling immensity of all that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it seems that all humans are meant to take this epic journey of discovery at some point in their series of lives on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to walk this path, you will find yourself gaining a new perspective — that of consciousness, where the mind, with its judgments and emotions, ceases to dominate and the heart is your only reliable guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great issues of your daily life that once commanded your attention now seem wondrously arbitrary and irrelevant — simply interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now see the illusion for what it is: a game-board projection designed so aspects of the Oneness can experience duality, fear, and separation. It is no more real than a programmed matrix in a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are merely units of awareness projected into the matrix, defining ourselves by the points through which we view and believing what we see to be reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did the projecting? You. Who is the projection? You. There is only you. How do you get to this liberating place from which you can see the larger picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic formula of creation is gloriously simple: Attention + Intention = Manifestation. Nothing in the universe evades this law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality you perceive is entirely a function of the only two forces at your command: your attention and your intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring conscious awareness to this equation — consciously monitor your attention and intention and what you are manifesting and everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this process of self-observation it will become increasingly clear that the part of you that is projected into the illusion is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This realisation marks the beginning of your journey out of the illusion. Once you begin to couple the law with the concept of Oneness, you begin to see a completely different picture. You are all that is. There is nothing to attain and no lessons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1429013,curpg-5.cms"&gt;TOI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114094753626903508?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114094753626903508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114094753626903508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114094753626903508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114094753626903508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/02/mindset-in-dream-world.html' title='MINDSET: IN A DREAM World'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-114084997698517297</id><published>2006-02-25T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:46:17.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "I"</title><content type='html'>"MEDITATION IS OF the greatest importance to me; I have been meditating very regularly twice a day for more than twenty-five years. At the beginning it was all very difficult, I had no control over my thoughts and there were far too many distractions; but I gradually cut them out pretty thoroughly. More and more I gave my time and energy to the final end. I have been to various teachers and have followed several different systems of meditation, but somehow I was never satisfied with any of them - perhaps `satisfaction' is not the right word. They all led to a certain point, depending on the particular system, and I found myself becoming a mere result of the system, which was not the final end. But from all these experimentations I have learned to master my thoughts completely, and my emotions also are entirely under control. I have practiced deep breathing to quiet the body and the mind. I have repeated the sacred word and fasted for long periods; morally I have been upright, and worldly things have no attraction for me. But after all these years of struggle and effort, of discipline and denial, there is not the peace, the bliss of which the Great Ones speak. On rare occasions there have been enlightening moments of deep ecstasy, the intuitive promise of greater things; but I seem unable to pierce the illusion of my own mind, and I am endlessly caught in it. A cloud of confusing despair is descending upon me and there is increasing sorrow." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     We were sitting on the bank of a wide river, close to the water. The town was up the river, some distance away. A boy was singing on the other bank. The sun was setting behind us and there were heavy shadows on the water. It was a beautiful still evening with masses of clouds towards the east, and the deep river seemed hardly to be flowing. To all this expanding beauty he was completely oblivious; he was wholly absorbed in his problem. We were silent, and he had closed his eyes; his stern face was calm, but inwardly there was an intense struggle going on. A flock of birds settled down at the water's edge; their cries must have carried across the river, for presently another flock came from the other shore and joined them. There was a timeless silence covering the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     During all these years, have you ever stopped striving after the final end? Do not will and effort make up the `I', and can the process of time lead to the eternal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I have never consciously stopped striving after that for which my heart, my whole being longs. I dare not stop; if I did, I would fall back, I would deteriorate. It is the very nature of all things to struggle ever upwards, and without will and effort there would be stagnation; without this purposive striving, I could never go beyond and above myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Can the `I' ever free itself from its own bondage and illusions? Must not the `I' cease for the nameless to be? And does not this constant striving after the final end only strengthen the self, however concentrated its desire may be? You struggle after the final end, and another pursues worldly things; your effort may be more ennobling, but it is still the desire to gain, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I have overcome all passion, all desire, except this one, which is more than desire; it is the only thing for which I live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then you must die to this too, as you are dead to other longings and desires. Through all these years of struggle and constant limitation, you have strengthened yourself in this one purpose, but it is still within the field of the `I'. And you want to experience the unnameable - that is your longing, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Of course. Beyond a shadow of doubt I want to know the final end, I want to experience God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The experiencer is ever being conditioned by his experience. If the experiencer is aware that he is experiencing, then the experience is the outcome of his self-projected desires. If you know you are experiencing God, then that God is the projection of your hopes and illusions. There is no freedom for the experiencer, he is forever caught in his own experiences; he is the maker of time and he can never experience the eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Do you mean to say that that which I have diligently built up, with considerable effort and through wise choice, must be destroyed? And must I be the instrument of its destruction?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Can the `I' positively set about abnegating itself? If it does, its motive, its intention is to gain that which is not to be possessed. Whatever its activity, however noble its aim, any effort on the part of the `I' is still within the field of its own memories, idiosyncrasies and projections, whether conscious or unconscious. The `I' may divide itself into the organic `I', and the `non-I' or transcendental self; but this dualistic separation is an illusion in which the mind is caught. Whatever may be the movement of the mind, of the `I', it can never free itself; it may go from level to level, from stupid to more intelligent choice, but its movement will always be within the sphere of its own making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "You seem to cut off all hope. What is one to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You must be completely denuded, without the weight of the past or the enticement of a hopeful future - which does not mean despair. If you are in despair, there is no emptiness, no nakedness. You cannot `do' anything. You can and must be still, without any hope, longing, or desire; but you cannot determine to be still, suppressing all noise, for in that very effort there is noise. Silence is not the opposite of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "But in my present state, what is to be done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If it may be pointed out, you are so eager to get on, so impatient to have some positive direction, that you are not really listening.&lt;br /&gt;     The evening star was reflected in the peaceful river.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              * * *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Early next morning he came back. The sun was just showing itself above the treetops, and there was a mist over the river. A boat with wide sails, heavily laden with firewood, was lazily floating down the river; except for the one at the rudder, the men were all asleep on different parts of the boat. It was very still, and the daily human activities along the river had not yet begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "In spite of my outward impatience and anxiety, inwardly I must have been alert to what you were saying yesterday, for when I woke up this morning there was a certain sense of freedom and a clarity that comes with understanding. I did my usual morning meditation for an hour before sunrise, and I am not at all sure that my mind isn't caught in a number of widening illusions. May we proceed from where we left off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We cannot begin exactly where we left off, but we can look at our problem afresh. The outward and inward mind is ceaselessly active receiving impressions; caught in its memories and reactions; it is an aggregate of many desires and conflicts. It functions only within the field of time, and in that field there is contradiction, the opposition of will or desire, which is effort. This psychological activity of the `I', of the `me' and the `mine',must cease, for such activity causes problems and brings about various forms of agitation and disorder. But any effort to stop this activity only makes for greater activity and agitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "That is true, I have noticed it. The more one tries to make the mind still, the more resistance there is, and one's effort is spent in overcoming this resistance; so it becomes a vicious and unbreakable circle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you are aware of the viciousness of this circle and realize that you cannot break it, then with this realization the censor, the observer, ceases to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "That seems to be the most difficult thing to do: to suppress the observer. I have tried, but so far I have never been able to succeed. How is one to do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Are you not still thinking in terms of the `I' and the `non-I'? Are you not maintaining this dualism within the mind by word, by the constant repetition of experience and habit? After all, the thinker and his thought are not two different processes, but we make them so in order to attain a desired end. The censor comes into being with desire. Our problem is not how to suppress the censor, but to understand desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "There must be an entity which is capable of understanding, a state which is apart from ignorance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The entity which says, `I understand' is still within the field of the mind; it is still the observer, the censor, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Of course it is; but I do not see how this observer can be eradicated. And can it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Let us see. We were saying that it is essential to understand desire. Desire can and does divide itself into pleasure and pain, wisdom and ignorance; one desire opposes another, the more profitable conflicts with the less profitable, and so on. Though for various reasons it may separate itself, desire is in fact an invisible process, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "This is a difficult thing to grasp. I am so used to opposing one desire by another, to suppressing and transforming desire, that I cannot as yet be fully aware of desire as a single, unitary process; but now that you have pointed it out, I am beginning to feel that it is so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Desire may break itself up into many opposing and conflicting urges, but it is still desire. These many urges go to make up the`I', with its memories, anxieties, fears, and so on, and the entire activity of this `I' is within the field of desire; it has no other field of activity. That is so, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Please go on. I am listening with my whole being, trying to go beyond the words, deeply and without effort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Our problem, then, is this: is it possible for the activity of desire to come to an end voluntarily, freely, without any form of compulsion? It is only when this happens that the mind can be still. If you are aware of this as a fact, does not the activity of desire come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Only for a very brief period; then once again the habitual activity begins. How can this be stopped?.. But as I ask, I see the absurdity of asking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You see how greedy we are; we want ever more and more. The demand for the cessation of the `I' becomes the new activity of the `I; but it is not new, it is merely another form of desire. Only when the mind is spontaneously still can the other, that which is not of the mind, come into being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-114084997698517297?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/114084997698517297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=114084997698517297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114084997698517297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/114084997698517297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/02/i.html' title='The &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113921185190535469</id><published>2006-02-06T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T02:44:11.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;No  Buddha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Every prayer is a  key in your lock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Words mean what  they say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;when you breathe  Buddha into them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then they have  space and meaning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;There is no  Buddha without you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;You are the joy  of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Form seeded upon abstraction.&lt;br /&gt;The pattern of variance &lt;br /&gt;and the dance of diversity.&lt;br /&gt;Infinite _expression and idiom of delight.  &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you  are-&lt;br /&gt;The rapturous flare of existence&lt;br /&gt;becomes the Word.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A Buddha and a no  Buddha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;speak to each  other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;and  smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eric  Ashford 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113921185190535469?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113921185190535469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113921185190535469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113921185190535469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113921185190535469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-buddha.html' title='No Buddha'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113869962685166936</id><published>2006-01-31T04:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:27:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>revolution...</title><content type='html'>....revolution....new revolution....RESISTANCE.....opposition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revolt against the established norms...condemn the rules....look down up the orderly world...look down upon YOURSELF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind  is slowly sinking in quagmire...sudden realization has dawned....only when the mind is dissatisfied is there alertness....when the mind is not conditioned...when the mind has not accepted the rules established by the society blindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling down? Ha Ha Ha....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling down is the worst thing that can happen to a person....it is the perfect ingredient to make a person conditioned...dull..a person caught up the worldly life.....who has foresaken all his zeal for maintaining his ideals....he is busy tending his wife...raising his kids....his once bright face now wrought with tedium and lines of worry.....his shiny wavy hair now thinning...a process accelerated by the conditioning to follow the rules laid by the losers in the society....and his once agile athletic body now slowed down by the 'settled feeling' and blubber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to live a short exciting life...rather a life of constant torture of conditioning ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! QUESTION REVOLT CRITICIZE CONDEMN.....yourself and the moribund society....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only THEN my dear ....you will be FREE....FREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113869962685166936?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113869962685166936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113869962685166936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113869962685166936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113869962685166936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/01/revolution.html' title='revolution...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113792571265035718</id><published>2006-01-22T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T05:28:32.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jain E-books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jainfriends.tripod.com/onlinebooks.html"&gt;http://jainfriends.tripod.com/onlinebooks.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113792571265035718?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113785576872730540</id><published>2006-01-21T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:02:48.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggarly Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;When the heart is hard and parched up,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;come upon me with a shower of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;When grace is lost from life,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;come with a burst of song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out  from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a  king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy  one,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt; (Gitanjali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113785576872730540?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113785576872730540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It cannot be called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;void or not-void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;or both or neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, in order to point it  out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it is called...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the Void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--Nagarjuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113772399700635130</id><published>2006-01-19T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:26:37.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition Chakra Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Chakras are energy stations in a line along the front of the body and&lt;br /&gt;head. The sixth chakra is located in the center of the brow, above both&lt;br /&gt;eyes, just above the bridge of the nose. In metaphysics, it is referred&lt;br /&gt;to as the "third eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To increase levels of intuition and pure knowing, the following&lt;br /&gt;exercises will help open, activate and strengthen this chakra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      Imagine you have a third eye situated at the point mentioned&lt;br /&gt;above. Place your middle finger on the bridge of your nose and push up&lt;br /&gt;a couple of inches, breathing deeply, imagining you are opening the&lt;br /&gt;eyelid, repeat the process 4 times. (To learn more about the human&lt;br /&gt;energy system called "Chakras" I highly recommend you study the only&lt;br /&gt;20-hour Home Study Course available on DVD and Audio CD: Becoming a&lt;br /&gt;Vibrant Human Being: Living, Loving, and Creating from Your  Chakras.&lt;br /&gt;Just click on this link then scroll to the bottom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.      Gently tap on this same point above the bridge of your nose&lt;br /&gt;while repeating, "I am knowing what is best for me, I honor that&lt;br /&gt;knowing, and I act on that knowing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      Stop justifying, defending and explaining yourself in your&lt;br /&gt;day-to-day conversations.  Every time you do, you discount what you&lt;br /&gt;"know" to be true and right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      Stop using the phrase "I don't know." Every time you express&lt;br /&gt;that you shut down your intuition. Start using the phrase "I know what&lt;br /&gt;is right for me, inspiration flows to me easily and clearly." Say the&lt;br /&gt;positive statement even before you do know what is right. As you speak&lt;br /&gt;it and believe it, the knowing will form and manifest for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition is common for all of us. Accessing and developing intuition&lt;br /&gt;is a natural gift we can all develop  more fully. With the natural gifts&lt;br /&gt;of nurturing comes the sixth sense, or "gut" feeling, which comes&lt;br /&gt;easily to many men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have noticed as a result of helping thousands of men and women&lt;br /&gt;in my work is that both men and women have intuition; they just have&lt;br /&gt;trouble trusting what they know, and all too often look outside&lt;br /&gt;themselves for permission or validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a client asks for my opinion on something they feel is right, I&lt;br /&gt;will ask them first, "What do you know to be right?" or will say, "You&lt;br /&gt;already know; you are just asking me to validate that you can know!"&lt;br /&gt;They always respond, "I know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust your intuition more and more. All your answers are inside you&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be awakened and shared. Both men and women, who are willing&lt;br /&gt;to use their intuition, play a great role in the time in which we live:&lt;br /&gt;to be the spiritual nurturers, and guides to whom so many are drawn.&lt;br /&gt;Trust your inner knowing, and you will not  only bless your life, but&lt;br /&gt;many others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mercola.com/2006/jan/19/developing_a_more_powerful_intuition.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#003399;"&gt;http://www.mercola.com/2006/jan/19/developing_a_more_powerful_intuition.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113772399700635130?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113772399700635130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113772399700635130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113772399700635130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113772399700635130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/01/intuition-chakra-meditation.html' title='Intuition Chakra Meditation'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113691982331632350</id><published>2006-01-10T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:03:43.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to be unconditioned...</title><content type='html'>"Don't be encumbered by history." - Bob Noyes, co-founder of Intel, and man labelled the 'Father of Silicon Valley'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113691982331632350?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113691982331632350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113691982331632350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113691982331632350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113691982331632350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-be-unconditioned.html' title='to be unconditioned...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113687084114070548</id><published>2006-01-10T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:27:21.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Noise of Words</title><content type='html'>"Listening is an art not easily come by, but in it there is beauty and great understanding. We listen with the various depths of our being, but our listening is always with a preconception or from a particular point of view. We do not listen simply; there is always the intervening screen of our own thoughts, conclusions, and prejudices... To listen there must be an inward quietness, a freedom from the strain of acquiring, a relaxed attention. This alert yet passive state is able to hear what is beyond the verbal conclusion. Words confuse; they are only the outward means of communication; but to commune beyond the noise of words, there must be in listening an alert passivity. Those who love may listen; but it is extremely rare to find a listener. Most of us are after results, achieving goals; we are forever overcoming and conquering, and so there is no listening. It is only in listening that one hears the song of the words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond the Noise of Words" - The Book of Life (January 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113687084114070548?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113687084114070548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113687084114070548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113687084114070548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113687084114070548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/01/beyond-noise-of-words.html' title='Beyond the Noise of Words'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113677046191375784</id><published>2006-01-08T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:34:21.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Zaratushtra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You should learn to estimate the acts, the ideas and to be released&lt;br /&gt;from all that vain and human, that prevents your advancement on the&lt;br /&gt;Way&lt;br /&gt;Beloved Zaratushtra, January 2, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM Zaratushtra, again come to you through this messenger. Distance&lt;br /&gt;in time which separates us from the previous meeting, not so&lt;br /&gt;considerable, however the distance which you have overcome in the&lt;br /&gt;consciousness, especially those who on a regular basis read dictations&lt;br /&gt;given by us through this messenger, so significant. To compare it is&lt;br /&gt;possible only with flash of a super new star, the star of reason and&lt;br /&gt;Divine consciousness which has lit up your minds and hearts since time&lt;br /&gt;of our last meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look after your condition of consciousness. I have such opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;And I see you who have risen on a new level of consciousness with the&lt;br /&gt;help of reading of these dictations, like flashes of new stars in&lt;br /&gt;darkness which  continues to shroud the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of you lights up small space around, shining to those people&lt;br /&gt;which are met in a daily life. However, the more similar stars and&lt;br /&gt;asterisks will flash on the Earth, the more joyful and bright will be&lt;br /&gt;the general atmosphere reigning on a planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind daily fuss you do not take notice of those changes which occur&lt;br /&gt;in your consciousness; therefore believe me. And, if we will manage to&lt;br /&gt;keep in the near future the same rates of your consciousness growth,&lt;br /&gt;already at a life of nowadays living generation you'll feel favorable&lt;br /&gt;shifts on a planet. Shifts directed not aside technical progress to&lt;br /&gt;which the planet followed all this time, but the shifts directed to&lt;br /&gt;the side of spiritual progress, to the side of soul growth. And as you&lt;br /&gt;will get the increasing and greater accord with the Supreme Worlds,&lt;br /&gt;penetration of these worlds into your world will become more and more&lt;br /&gt;appreciable. And it is what we obtain, and  it is for what we call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are plunged constantly in an atmosphere of non-belief in&lt;br /&gt;which negative energies and qualities are reigning, it is difficult&lt;br /&gt;for you to feel our vibrations, and it is difficult for you to feel&lt;br /&gt;connection with the Divine world. However, the increasing numbers of&lt;br /&gt;you, yet being in the big cities, are capable even if for a short time&lt;br /&gt;so ennoble the consciousness that receive an opportunity to touch the&lt;br /&gt;thin worlds. And, the more number of you will be able to consciousness&lt;br /&gt;eminence and to the thin worlds travels, the especially faster rates&lt;br /&gt;of changes to the side of the Divine Way development will be on a&lt;br /&gt;planet. You are now located in the lowest point of materiality. And&lt;br /&gt;consequently influence of dark energies on you is so great, that you&lt;br /&gt;are literally shrouded in these energies. They have swaddled you, and&lt;br /&gt;you cannot find sufficient freedom for moving in space and time. And&lt;br /&gt;it is difficult for you to  imagine those opportunities and those&lt;br /&gt;horizons which can open at any moment in your human consciousness; it&lt;br /&gt;is enough to you to show qualities of tendency and belief only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, in what condition there would be your souls and how you'd&lt;br /&gt;have been burdened with your current affairs and human problems,&lt;br /&gt;always remember that all this temporarily. And as soon as you will&lt;br /&gt;manage to make first, not yet confident step to comprehension of the&lt;br /&gt;Divine reality and to make a call for help as all Ascended Assemblies&lt;br /&gt;and angels will rush like mad to you to the aid. Let you do not be&lt;br /&gt;confused, that the help will not be rendered to you instantly. We need&lt;br /&gt;time to combine external circumstances and shovel away the karmic&lt;br /&gt;blockages. But, as a rule, what you ask us about in the prays and in&lt;br /&gt;the letters, is carried out to some extent. It is necessary to you to&lt;br /&gt;make only small everyday efforts. Your prays sometimes are not&lt;br /&gt;important in themselves because  you yet have no that reading of prays&lt;br /&gt;momentum which is necessary to have real effect. But your daily&lt;br /&gt;efforts will be remunerated by all means. Because we understand and we&lt;br /&gt;appreciate, as at times it is embarrassing to you to give even some&lt;br /&gt;minutes for a pray. Because it seems that everything what surrounds&lt;br /&gt;you, opposes to you as soon as you seriously start to be engaged in&lt;br /&gt;performance of your duties which you have taken up in your letters to&lt;br /&gt;Karmic Board or have simply shown tendency of heart and have decided&lt;br /&gt;to devote to sacred work some time disinterestedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not beware of any obstacles which rise before you in your world.&lt;br /&gt;Because obstacles speak only that it is necessary to overcome them. If&lt;br /&gt;you overcome obstacles every day, and every day will carry out the&lt;br /&gt;duties which you for this time assigned, the momentum tendency which&lt;br /&gt;is turned out by you , in due course will help you with your prays.&lt;br /&gt;Because your prays will find in due  course the increasing and big force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pray at all words, you pray by the hearts, by an impulse of your&lt;br /&gt;hearts. And we always see you when you sincerely create your pray.&lt;br /&gt;During this moment you blaze similarly to huge flash of light, and&lt;br /&gt;this flash serves as a signal for us and angels, and we direct to you&lt;br /&gt;to the aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that those prays operate in the best way which you say in&lt;br /&gt;the heart sincerely and disinterestedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when Jesus spoke that you should seclude yourself and close&lt;br /&gt;a door in a room where you create prays it is completely correct&lt;br /&gt;advice. Because any public pray bears on itself a seal of hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many of those who daily attend churches or prayful houses make it&lt;br /&gt;more of sanctimony and hypocrisy, than from a point of true belief and&lt;br /&gt;fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be able to distinguish this condition inside yourself. Do not be&lt;br /&gt;cunning and not play the hypocrite before you. There isn't in your&lt;br /&gt;world  another judge, except for you. And you should learn to estimate&lt;br /&gt;the deeds, the ideas and to be released from all that fussy and human,&lt;br /&gt;that prevents your movement on the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the final score you needn't any external person in charge&lt;br /&gt;because your main judge always is inside you. This your Supreme I,&lt;br /&gt;your moral code, yours I of the Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore useful to you will be to analyze all your deeds which you&lt;br /&gt;have made for a day. Take as a rule literally some minutes before&lt;br /&gt;dream to dedicate the analysis of last day and your deeds which you&lt;br /&gt;have made for a day. Do not judge yourself sternly for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;which you have admitted. Also do not allow your carnal mind to involve&lt;br /&gt;you again and again in those inappropriate situations in which you got&lt;br /&gt;within day. Simply assess a situation, and firm in the heart make the&lt;br /&gt;decision never to not be involved into this negative condition or&lt;br /&gt;unseemly action any more. Ask your Supreme I about  the help that it&lt;br /&gt;would prompt you at the moment when you will stand next time on a&lt;br /&gt;threshold of a similar situation, and would help you to make a correct&lt;br /&gt;choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never allow longer, than one minute to be concentrated on any negative&lt;br /&gt;events of day. It is enough for you to assess event simply. Because,&lt;br /&gt;when you think too much and analyze for a long time a negative&lt;br /&gt;situation you feed its energy. And in a result create a clot of&lt;br /&gt;negative energy which will wander on space and to be drawn to those&lt;br /&gt;people, whose vibrations coincide with vibrations of this negative&lt;br /&gt;energies clot. Thus you will create literally reasons of your future&lt;br /&gt;problems and your future situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your consciousness should keep constantly the cleanliness which is&lt;br /&gt;inherent in small children. Cut from yourself any poor-quality&lt;br /&gt;negative conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, that you take a knife and cut from yourself those ideas and&lt;br /&gt;persuasive conditions of which cannot get rid.  Try to replace these&lt;br /&gt;negative conditions in the positive images and feelings. Contemplate&lt;br /&gt;before the internal look beautiful flowers, pictures of the nature,&lt;br /&gt;listen to quiet soft music. It will be very useful to immerse before&lt;br /&gt;dream in meditation of stars and galaxies pictures. Listen and try to&lt;br /&gt;hear a voice of silence which comes to you from depths of cosmos and&lt;br /&gt;space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given you provisions for meditation. And I leave you today in&lt;br /&gt;hope that you will take advantage of my advices and recollect them&lt;br /&gt;when they will be necessary for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM Zaratushtra and I stand in a flame of Divine harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Messenger Tatyana Mickushina&lt;br /&gt;Translator Mihael Slobodin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.sirius-eng.net/dictations/s2/january_2006/Zaratushtra_2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;http://www.sirius-eng.net/dictations/s2/january_2006/Zaratushtra_2.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113677046191375784?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113677046191375784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113677046191375784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113677046191375784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113677046191375784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/01/message-from-zaratushtra.html' title='Message from Zaratushtra'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113636566789687820</id><published>2006-01-04T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T04:07:47.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An organized religion can produce mere social reform and superficial changes. A Church exists only within the framework of a Society. And I am talking of a religious revolution which will take us beyond the psychological structure of society, of any society. A truly religious man is free of all fear, for he is free of the patterns created by the many civilizations over thousands of years. He is also free from the past, personal and collective, and his future is not distorted by the pressure of his own actions. He is free, vital and totally silent. Silence is important, which is a measureless state, knowable as beyond experience, beyond words, beyond thought, an uncreated energy. Without this creative silence there can be no brotherhood and peace and no true religion ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freedom is the very heart of true religion. Religious organizations deny man this essential freedom, in spite of their assertions to the contrary. Self-knowledge is not prayer, it is the door to meditation. Freedom is not based on a set of psychological theories nor is it a state of surrender in the expectation of grace. It destroys the constraints imposed by religion or society. It is a state of total attention, and not of concentration on the particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113636566789687820?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113636566789687820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113636566789687820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113636566789687820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113636566789687820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2006/01/religion.html' title='Religion'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113497491629695444</id><published>2005-12-19T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:48:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inertia..?</title><content type='html'>inertia which carries me like this ? ...or the  old habits which have programmed  the body, the subconscious mind to avoid ?....telling myself that this is correct...&lt;br /&gt;the body and mind become dull when pressure decreases..or when the mind perceives that pressure is not there...lack of tension breeds in inaction...old habits..habits which caused the storm which came and went (did it?)....come back to haunt...have the potential to bring about another storm if not recognized and curbed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113497491629695444?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113497491629695444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113497491629695444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113497491629695444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113497491629695444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/12/inertia.html' title='inertia..?'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113420461002790658</id><published>2005-12-10T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T03:51:53.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7782/637/1600/DSCN0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7782/637/320/DSCN0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7782/637/1600/bud2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7782/637/320/bud2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113420461002790658?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113420461002790658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113420461002790658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113420461002790658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113420461002790658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/12/silent.html' title='silent...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113409328711879517</id><published>2005-12-08T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:54:47.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Bodhidarma 11-13-05</title><content type='html'>Gerald Brown&lt;br /&gt;November 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Bodhidharma, a Zen Buddhist monk. My origin is from central Asia.&lt;br /&gt;I am with you today because of my affiliation with Plato. During my&lt;br /&gt;many years of meditation I spent much of this experience with him.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I've come to you at this time to help explain the&lt;br /&gt;processes that you're using to help interact and to give you a line of&lt;br /&gt;alliances to follow. Every time humanity reaches a point of clarity&lt;br /&gt;our job is to introduce them to clarity with the process they are&lt;br /&gt;using, at this time in the physical ramification that fits this&lt;br /&gt;coordinated process. In other words, different cultures at different&lt;br /&gt;times are involved technology-wise in different ways. With all of&lt;br /&gt;these differences we have to become aware of where they are in a&lt;br /&gt;technological process and introduce the new energetic field of knowing&lt;br /&gt;in a way that they can understand, with whatever technology they have&lt;br /&gt;at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now we will start. The pleation magnetic abstracting process that&lt;br /&gt;you have been given by your English friends was introduced into their&lt;br /&gt;elevated environment of awareness sometime in the past by us.  These&lt;br /&gt;boys have an important part to contribute to the process all of you&lt;br /&gt;are embarking on at this time. It also has a lot to do with the&lt;br /&gt;transference of platonic environment that was ingested by your friend&lt;br /&gt;from Belgium. In fact, his background is from a very well-known and&lt;br /&gt;respected group of Pleations that have been working with him for many&lt;br /&gt;years while building the platonic shapes.  At this time, he is guided&lt;br /&gt;from two different realms of conscious beings from universal&lt;br /&gt;awareness. They have many more plans for his talents in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Once he establishes his direct line of trust, his pure form will be&lt;br /&gt;allowed to gather data from the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all can have the mental capability of creating whatever you want,&lt;br /&gt;but without a direct line of trust you stay pretty much anchored in a&lt;br /&gt;fear based belief system.  Many of you are now learning to release the&lt;br /&gt;mental toxins of a stagnated environment that plug you up.  What&lt;br /&gt;you're learning to do now is trust the information you're getting from&lt;br /&gt;all over the world. You're starting to draw in each other, because&lt;br /&gt;energy follows energy. It isn't as if it happened on its own.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to be a continuation from the original thought. The&lt;br /&gt;great intent that is being put out by all the individuals that are&lt;br /&gt;coming together is allowing the combined energy to work together.&lt;br /&gt;This is also the reason you keep needing feedback on the information&lt;br /&gt;that comes in, because energy follows energy. Without feedback,&lt;br /&gt;information dries up. If you didn't have an original source for water,&lt;br /&gt;like some sort of reservoir, the river would dry up.  Energy is&lt;br /&gt;similar. Information can only continue when the group effort responds.&lt;br /&gt;Each single being has a tremendous role in re-educating the planet as&lt;br /&gt;a whole. The more energetic fields received from individuals, the more&lt;br /&gt;complete the process of understanding becomes.  This is why I have&lt;br /&gt;been drawn in at this time. It got to a point where enough people&lt;br /&gt;wanted answers. This created a compacted charge that allowed my&lt;br /&gt;expertise to become part of your interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is explaining to you the complete and full consciousness&lt;br /&gt;of animal, plant and mineral life forms, combined with human&lt;br /&gt;extraction.  What has been lost is the full connection of all these&lt;br /&gt;life forms, which tie together each others' missing links.  Notice how&lt;br /&gt;some people just love animals and others just love plants and still&lt;br /&gt;others love nature. These are all pieces of you that are trying to&lt;br /&gt;reconnect. You do not feel whole without this connection. I understand&lt;br /&gt;it seems like it's overdone sometimes. There is the tremendous feeling&lt;br /&gt;that is put out where you want to realign with these other life forms&lt;br /&gt;and become one.  This is why we are showing you different methods of&lt;br /&gt;drawing out information from the plant and mineral kingdom that will&lt;br /&gt;enhance your performance in the human connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "We" energy is not just connecting with only humans, but also&lt;br /&gt;with all other matters of life that you share with this dimension.&lt;br /&gt;This is why abstracting knowledge from crystals is a very reliable and&lt;br /&gt;complete way for information to become part of your mental inventory.&lt;br /&gt;You have been shown by Kris how to use magnetic energy to draw this&lt;br /&gt;energy from a crystal into water where it can be ingested. At this&lt;br /&gt;point you create a wonderful communication line with this crystal life&lt;br /&gt;form. It has many millenniums of information that can be part of your&lt;br /&gt;understanding and used to enhance and broaden your horizon of&lt;br /&gt;knowledge and understanding. Each crystal has a full and complete&lt;br /&gt;encyclopedia of knowledge that it has recorded throughout all times in&lt;br /&gt;existence. Learning to establish a communication line between all&lt;br /&gt;forms of life in your region allows for a complete cycle of&lt;br /&gt;understanding between animal, mineral and plant; all three major life&lt;br /&gt;forms working together.  This is why we have you changing the&lt;br /&gt;frequency in the plants that you're working with in your greenhouse.&lt;br /&gt;As you notice, your second-generation has a much more vibrant and&lt;br /&gt;stronger energy than its original parents. This whole system is going&lt;br /&gt;to show you that you are a tremendous part of this increase of the&lt;br /&gt;plant kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're basically doing the same thing with the plants that you are&lt;br /&gt;doing with the water. You're raising the consciousness level so that&lt;br /&gt;when any of you interact with the plant or water energies, the&lt;br /&gt;combination opens up doors of knowledge that have been suppressed for&lt;br /&gt;millenniums.  This is what you're being shown when changing the&lt;br /&gt;elements of frequencies in the plant kingdom. You can see the&lt;br /&gt;tremendous change in just the second generation that you're&lt;br /&gt;experiencing at this time. You will also notice when you ingest the&lt;br /&gt;product of these plants, it will help you shift your dimensional&lt;br /&gt;consciousness just as the water is doing at this time.  What my&lt;br /&gt;colleagues and I are experiencing as we observe this tremendous shift&lt;br /&gt;of consciousness within the plant kingdom, is how the upgrade in&lt;br /&gt;electrons are quickly moving the energetic field around the area that&lt;br /&gt;you preside in. This energetic field works similar to the way you're&lt;br /&gt;transforming one charged bottle of water into another just by placing&lt;br /&gt;them in proximity of each other. The same process will start an&lt;br /&gt;interaction of the electrons produced by these new energetic plants&lt;br /&gt;with the different trees and shrubs in the vicinity. They will pick up&lt;br /&gt;this frequency and duplicate it in its own element of being.  I know&lt;br /&gt;this seems quite fantastic! It is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are approximately 19 stages of this process going on in a&lt;br /&gt;collective controlled environment throughout the planet. Some are&lt;br /&gt;aware of this process, as you are and some are being directed without&lt;br /&gt;realizing that they are introducing a new species into the dimensional&lt;br /&gt;change.  It is interesting that some of them being brought in are in&lt;br /&gt;the vicinity of synagogues and churches because of the very high&lt;br /&gt;vibration produced by the music. Water transcended and transformed&lt;br /&gt;much earlier, as it has in Lourdes, France.  There are many ways this&lt;br /&gt;new field is being transformed into a process of function, so that it&lt;br /&gt;can become a particle force in an exchange into a frequency that&lt;br /&gt;balances with a much truer match than it has until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you that are working on this project will experience a shift&lt;br /&gt;on how you feel physically. Your body is starting to emulate this new&lt;br /&gt;vibratory collage of new overlapped processes and it will become what&lt;br /&gt;it is exposed to. This will give you much more insight on the creative&lt;br /&gt;power points you have to work with in the new place you're starting to&lt;br /&gt;preside in.  Remember, this can only take place if the intention is&lt;br /&gt;there. Explaining how this whole new way of experiencing life is not&lt;br /&gt;an easy task because of the lack of reference points that are&lt;br /&gt;available. It's like saying that you will feel much better!  Better&lt;br /&gt;than what? What kind of better?  There really isn't a good verbal&lt;br /&gt;explanation that defines the difference that you will be experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;The best way I can explain it is you will feel much lighter and that&lt;br /&gt;you also will realize that being concerned about anything does not&lt;br /&gt;have any merit in everyday life. This alone should take away much of&lt;br /&gt;the discomfort from how you feel throughout your life, because when&lt;br /&gt;you're balanced and stay that way, you just automatically deal with&lt;br /&gt;everything that approaches you without any fear. Anytime you live in&lt;br /&gt;this atmosphere, drawing discomfort or misery to you is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to how these electrons you're using to change the formulated&lt;br /&gt;process in different plant life and the life in water, interact in a&lt;br /&gt;different way than you are familiar with.  The food value in anything&lt;br /&gt;that has the same match will have tremendous input on how your body&lt;br /&gt;operates.  If you notice the greenhouses that you attracted to you&lt;br /&gt;have a tremendous energy field that attracts certain energies from the&lt;br /&gt;sun that are not available in the normal scheme of things. These&lt;br /&gt;plants are being retrained to grow to a level that allows the body to&lt;br /&gt;follow a creative process that has not been obtained, until this form&lt;br /&gt;had been introduced into the third dimensional consciousness and put&lt;br /&gt;to work raising this dimension to the new formulation of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;This is why, until now, this process has been waiting to come in and&lt;br /&gt;enhance the value of the foods frequency. It wasn't able to come in&lt;br /&gt;until the universal process was very close to switching over. You will&lt;br /&gt;notice how much faster everything is coming together with all the new&lt;br /&gt;knowledge and concepts that are being introduced now. The fact that&lt;br /&gt;you're able to comprehend all this new information is quite&lt;br /&gt;phenomenal. Even our group over here is impressed with the progress&lt;br /&gt;many of you are achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is learning to operate with the new vibrational&lt;br /&gt;frequency that the planet is changing into.  In order to survive in&lt;br /&gt;this environment understanding and living by universal law is what&lt;br /&gt;allows this change to take place. So, basically as more people become&lt;br /&gt;aware of the true meaning of life, this is what assists the transition&lt;br /&gt;into the next step of consciousness. The ones that cannot make this&lt;br /&gt;step will physically shut down and repolarize into another physical&lt;br /&gt;reality were they can continue their life experience in the third&lt;br /&gt;dimension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water that you have been introduced to has a pulsating factor that&lt;br /&gt;resonates with a much more complete awareness of understanding and&lt;br /&gt;this is why some of you can feel some discomfort as you are adjusting&lt;br /&gt;to this new field. It is not the fault of the water it is the&lt;br /&gt;intention that is put out.  When the intention is put out with a&lt;br /&gt;higher frequency than the physical body is emitting it takes awhile&lt;br /&gt;for the two of them to combine to a vibrational match and this is what&lt;br /&gt;some of you are experiencing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there are a number of you and some of you don't even realize it&lt;br /&gt;is that your original origin is not of the earth's plane.  The energy&lt;br /&gt;shift is affecting you in a constellated way which causes you much&lt;br /&gt;confusion on your directional accuracy.  I suggest when this is taking&lt;br /&gt;place to be aware what is going on because you tend to blame others&lt;br /&gt;for your mental discomfort. It usually is the strongest interaction&lt;br /&gt;between male and female because of the tremendous emotional difference&lt;br /&gt;between the two. The most successful way to deal with any of this is&lt;br /&gt;to align your intents with you goals.  I know this sound's like a&lt;br /&gt;contradiction but it takes some sort of intent to reach a goal. Your&lt;br /&gt;intent at this time is to switch over and match the new energies of&lt;br /&gt;the realm of consciousness that you preside in.  One of the best ways&lt;br /&gt;to interact with the new vibratory exchange is when you have any&lt;br /&gt;mental or physical discomfort, offer this discomfort up to the all and&lt;br /&gt;this allows an even distribution of this experience to the ones that&lt;br /&gt;are in the process of the new conscious creation patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lemurian water that has been introduced to you has a powerful&lt;br /&gt;transformation value which is able to penetrate the cells of your&lt;br /&gt;physical structure and intercede with a conscious growth that has not&lt;br /&gt;been obtained since the ancients constructed the process of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;If you notice the interest which is drawn from others is becoming more&lt;br /&gt;prominent, this is an energetic field that many of you have created in&lt;br /&gt;the surrounding azonic elements that interact with the vibrational&lt;br /&gt;frequency and allow it to start stepping up to more elevated points of&lt;br /&gt;recognition where you're able to understand concepts that were not&lt;br /&gt;available prior to this discovery. Now you have been introduced to an&lt;br /&gt;energy crystal called a Moldavite which was found in Czechoslovakia&lt;br /&gt;and was thought it was from a meteorite impact.  The reason they think&lt;br /&gt;it was a meteorite is, because it did not match the surrounding area&lt;br /&gt;and actually it was place there by a group of extraterrestrial beings&lt;br /&gt;so it could be distributed around the planet so it could bring in new&lt;br /&gt;knowledge that was not available until now. There's two of these&lt;br /&gt;crystalline life forms which are being introduced to certain ones that&lt;br /&gt;come in to help the process of dimensional exclusion and realignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exquisite Crystal holds much knowledge from many different&lt;br /&gt;pulses of time space continuum. Introducing this Moldavite&lt;br /&gt;consciousness with all its elevated properties of knowledge will give&lt;br /&gt;you a tremendous boost in understanding the universal dialogue of&lt;br /&gt;criteria which keeps the solar system in a vibrational pattern so it&lt;br /&gt;cannot be interrupted with by any discordant patterns of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By applying the same process you did with the Lumerion Crystal with&lt;br /&gt;the magnets and laser you will be able to draw this information from&lt;br /&gt;this ancient collective awareness of knowledge that never was&lt;br /&gt;available until now.  Pay close attention to your guidance system on&lt;br /&gt;how to apply this process so you can release information from this&lt;br /&gt;beautiful Crystal. A lot of it cannot be transmitted verbally it will&lt;br /&gt;be introduced into a form that you feel from within your energetic&lt;br /&gt;power points of your body.  The reason you are having such a difficult&lt;br /&gt;time receiving this information is because you're past the point of&lt;br /&gt;having a verbal way of explaining this process. By using the Moldavite&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, it will teach you a communication line of endless&lt;br /&gt;possibilities that you never experienced in the physical construct&lt;br /&gt;before. This is enough information for now it has been a very welcome&lt;br /&gt;pleasure to interact with beings that have intention of extending&lt;br /&gt;themselves into a clarity that hasn't been part of your curricula for&lt;br /&gt;a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, this is from Bodhidarma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113409328711879517?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113409328711879517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113409328711879517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113409328711879517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113409328711879517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/12/message-from-bodhidarma-11-13-05.html' title='Message from Bodhidarma 11-13-05'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113281862108523852</id><published>2005-11-24T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:50:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nepal boy believed to be Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathmandu, Nov. 23: &lt;/strong&gt;A teenage boy has been locked in meditation — allegedly without food or water — in a Nepalese jungle for six months, and thousands have flocked to see him with some believing he is the Buddha reincarnated, the police and media said on Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ram Bahadur Banjan, 15, sits cross-legged and motionless with eyes closed in a niche among the roots of a tree in the jungle of Bara, about 160 km south of the capital, Kathmandu. He’s allegedly been that way since May 17, but followers have been keeping him from public view at night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A reporter for the Kantipur newspaper, Sujit Mahat, said he spent two days at the site, and that about 10,000 people are believed to visit every day. Soldiers have been posted in the area for crowd control, officials said. A makeshift parking lot and cluster of food stalls have sprung up near Banjan’s retreat, an area not previously frequented by visitors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many visitors believe Banjan is a reincarnation of Gautama Siddhartha, who was born not far away in south-western Nepal around 500 BC and later became revered as the Buddha, which means enlightened one. But others aren’t so sure. Police inspector Chitra Bahadur Gurung said officers have interviewed the boy’s associates about the claim that Banjan has gone six months without food or drink. Officers have not directly questioned the boy, who appears deep in meditation and doesn’t speak. “We have a team... Investigating the claim on how anyone can survive for so long without food and water,” inspector Gurung said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Local officials have also asked the Royal Nepal Academy of Science and Technology in Kathmandu to send scientists to examine Banjan. Mahat, the journalist, said visitors can catch a glimpse of Banjan from a roped-off area about 25 metres away from him between dawn and dusk. Followers then place a screen in front of him, blocking the view and making it impossible to know what’s happening with him at night, Mahat said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“We could not say what happens after dark,” Mahat said. “People only saw what went on in the day, and many believed he was some kind of god.” Buddhism teaches that right thinking and self-control can enable people to achieve nirvana, a divine state of peace and release from desire. Buddhism has about 325 million followers, mostly in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.deccan.com"&gt;Deccan Chronicle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113281862108523852?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113281862108523852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113281862108523852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113281862108523852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113281862108523852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/11/nepal-boy-believed-to-be-buddha.html' title='Nepal boy believed to be Buddha'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113201935971371320</id><published>2005-11-14T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:49:19.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me the strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike at the root of penury in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength never to disown the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or bend my knees before insolent might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gitanjali&lt;/span&gt; (Rabindranath Tagore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113201935971371320?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113201935971371320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113201935971371320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113201935971371320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113201935971371320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/11/give-me-strength.html' title='Give me the strength'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113201799154365737</id><published>2005-11-14T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:26:46.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with your eyes turned skyward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once having tasted flight&lt;br /&gt;you will walk this earth with&lt;br /&gt;your eyes turned skyward.&lt;br /&gt;For there you have been&lt;br /&gt;and there you long to return.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Leonardo da Vinci)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although the world is very full of suffering,&lt;br /&gt;it is also full of the overcoming of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Helen Keller)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113201799154365737?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113201799154365737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113201799154365737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113201799154365737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113201799154365737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/11/walk-with-your-eyes-turned-skyward.html' title='Walk with your eyes turned skyward...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113165048103890710</id><published>2005-11-10T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:21:21.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha's Last Instruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Make of yourself a  light,”&lt;br /&gt;said the Buddha,&lt;br /&gt;before he died.&lt;br /&gt;I think of this every  morning&lt;br /&gt;as the east begins&lt;br /&gt;to tear off its many clouds&lt;br /&gt;of darkness, to  send up the first&lt;br /&gt;signal – a white fan&lt;br /&gt;streaked with pink and  violet,&lt;br /&gt;even green.&lt;br /&gt;An old man, he lay down&lt;br /&gt;between two sala  trees,&lt;br /&gt;and he might have said anything,&lt;br /&gt;knowing it was his final  hour.&lt;br /&gt;The light burns upward,&lt;br /&gt;it thickens and settles over the  fields.&lt;br /&gt;Around him, the villagers gathered&lt;br /&gt;and stretched forward to  listen.&lt;br /&gt;Even before the sun itself&lt;br /&gt;hangs, disattached, in the blue  air,&lt;br /&gt;I am touched everywhere&lt;br /&gt;by its ocean of yellow waves.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt he  thought of everything&lt;br /&gt;that had happened in his difficult life.&lt;br /&gt;And then I  feel the sun itself&lt;br /&gt;as it blazes over the hills,&lt;br /&gt;like a million flowers on  fire –&lt;br /&gt;clearly I’m not needed,&lt;br /&gt;yet I feel myself turning&lt;br /&gt;into something  of inexplicable value.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, beneath the branches,&lt;br /&gt;he raised his  head.&lt;br /&gt;He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Mary Oliver ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;House of  Light&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113165048103890710?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113165048103890710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113165048103890710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113165048103890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113165048103890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/11/buddhas-last-instruction.html' title='Buddha&apos;s Last Instruction'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-113107381894903689</id><published>2005-11-03T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:10:18.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe in anything</title><content type='html'>Interview With Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;BY CATHERINE INGRAM AND LEONARD JACOBS - East West Journal, July 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISHNAMURTI.&lt;br /&gt;The name has a certain magic about it. Some people have even&lt;br /&gt;suggested that it is from the name itself that the man achieves his&lt;br /&gt;power and mastery. Yet for me, this magic implied a type of mysticism&lt;br /&gt;and had kept me from getting interested in the man. Since first&lt;br /&gt;hearing his name and the many adulatory comments about his teaching,&lt;br /&gt;I had gained a definite skepticism about Krishnamurti and his message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had seemed to be yet another Indian "guru" who had the usual&lt;br /&gt;criticisms of Westerners. .. which was of little interest to me. So,&lt;br /&gt;in spite of the many encouragements to see Krishnamurti and to read&lt;br /&gt;his books, I had escaped the enchantment. I had maintained my&lt;br /&gt;distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, when the second volume of his biography arrived in our&lt;br /&gt;office, I thought that it was time to finally discover something&lt;br /&gt;about this quiet and reclusive man who for over seventy years had&lt;br /&gt;influenced so many thousands of people. And after reading this book,&lt;br /&gt;Krishnamurti: The Years Of Fulfillment by Mary Lutyens (Farrar,&lt;br /&gt;Straus and Giroux, New York). I realized that this man was not the&lt;br /&gt;usual spiritual teacher from the East; he is hardly the guru which&lt;br /&gt;his name seems to imply.&lt;br /&gt;In fact Krishnamurti is a very simple and humble man who has a&lt;br /&gt;brilliance and perceptiveness shared by few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step in discovering more about Krishnamurti came when staff&lt;br /&gt;member Catherine Ingram contacted his secretary in anticipation of&lt;br /&gt;his upcoming talk in New York City. Not knowing that he rarely grants&lt;br /&gt;personal interviews nor cares much for the media, she asked for an&lt;br /&gt;interview with him for East West Journal. He agreed to meet with&lt;br /&gt;Cathy and me at his note, room in New York, and my curiosity became&lt;br /&gt;even more intense. In preparation for the meeting, I read through a&lt;br /&gt;number of Krishnamurti's writings and discovered a most unusual&lt;br /&gt;teacher. He deals with the common aspects of human problems. The&lt;br /&gt;themes of his talks, many of which have been transcribed and&lt;br /&gt;published in book form, are: the limitations of the human experience,&lt;br /&gt;the constant chattering of our mind, the ongoing experience of fear,&lt;br /&gt;and the rarity of true love. These could be the topics of a&lt;br /&gt;clergyman, philosopher, or sage—they are also very real concerns for&lt;br /&gt;all sensitive human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most consistent message has been that there is no path to&lt;br /&gt;truth: "Truth is a pathless land. Man cannot come to it through any&lt;br /&gt;organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest, or&lt;br /&gt;ritual, not through any philosophical knowledge or psychological&lt;br /&gt;technique." And his approach to discovering truth is through the&lt;br /&gt;dissolution of concepts and images putting no thought between the&lt;br /&gt;observer and the observed. But even this technique is not his&lt;br /&gt;technique. Krishnamurti really has no technique.&lt;br /&gt;If anything, what Krishnamurti has is a concern for the psychological&lt;br /&gt;or spiritual evolution of humanity. He feels that regardless of the&lt;br /&gt;apparent developments of the material aspects of modern society, we&lt;br /&gt;humans are practically the same in relationship to our psychological&lt;br /&gt;development as we have been for the past thirty or forty thousand&lt;br /&gt;years. We still experience conflicts, jealousy, suffering,&lt;br /&gt;loneliness, fear, and confusion; humanity's evolution of&lt;br /&gt;consciousness is still in its infancy. Only through individual&lt;br /&gt;transformation of consciousness will we effect any substantive change&lt;br /&gt;in the world.&lt;br /&gt;These concerns are also those of many of our readers and staff. So,&lt;br /&gt;with notebook in hand and questions in my mind, plus a continuing&lt;br /&gt;degree of skepticism, I went to his public lecture in Madison Square&lt;br /&gt;Garden in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday April 10, in the midst of a torrential downpour, over three&lt;br /&gt;thousand people turned out to hear this very simple man, seated in a&lt;br /&gt;plain straight-backed chair, talk about love, fear, and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Without theatrics or drama, Krishnamurti managed to captivate his&lt;br /&gt;audience with his brilliance and peacefulness. But this was still a&lt;br /&gt;general and somewhat impersonal talk, apparently similar to other&lt;br /&gt;talks he has been giving for the past fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, Cathy and I went to Krishnamurti's room in the Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Dorset for the interview. Having been warned that "he is an extremely&lt;br /&gt;difficult man to interview and does not tolerate small talk," we&lt;br /&gt;wondered how we would manage. Yet we met a polite and shy man who&lt;br /&gt;seemed to have infinite patience, yet at the same time exhibited a&lt;br /&gt;fierceness and sense of mission. Dressed in a plain brown knit shirt&lt;br /&gt;and pants, this man could have been anyone's grandfather or uncle.&lt;br /&gt;But his clarity and insightful comments put us on the spot many&lt;br /&gt;times, leaving us with the feeling that here was a truly free man&lt;br /&gt;who, without trying, had achieved what I feel is a type of spiritual&lt;br /&gt;anarchy—a deeply moral and sacred outlook completely independent of&lt;br /&gt;orthodox ideologies or religions.&lt;br /&gt;—Leonard Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Even though one is still suffering, is it possible to help&lt;br /&gt;others who are suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Why not? Though I may be suffering and you may be suffering, why&lt;br /&gt;not? That's one part of it. The other part is, is suffering to be&lt;br /&gt;ended through a long process of time? To be completely free does it&lt;br /&gt;take time, does it take evolution, is it a matter of progressive&lt;br /&gt;achievement? Is there such a thing as psychological evolution at all?&lt;br /&gt;We have evolved through millenia and we think we have reached a&lt;br /&gt;certain stage psychologically, and also physiologically. We have&lt;br /&gt;created this world, this society, with all its monstrosity and&lt;br /&gt;ugliness—the destruction of the environment, killing each other,&lt;br /&gt;perpetual wars for the last six or seven thousand years. And during&lt;br /&gt;this long period of time we haven't changed, we haven't stopped wars.&lt;br /&gt;So will further evolution of forty or fifty thousand years change us,&lt;br /&gt;when the forty thousand years before haven't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: But now that we have massive worldwide communications, unique in&lt;br /&gt;history, do you think that a transformation of consciousness will&lt;br /&gt;emerge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Through communications? Do you really think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: I mean, specifically, using the media as a tool to raise&lt;br /&gt;consciousness. For instance, this film "Gandhi" that has just won the&lt;br /&gt;Academy Award is basically about peace and about Gandhi's main&lt;br /&gt;message of non-violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: That's rubbish. Unless you go to the root of the matter you're&lt;br /&gt;merely scratching the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: But perhaps people could be inspired by scratching the surface&lt;br /&gt;to then try to go to the root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Inspiration only lasts for a very short while. Very few people&lt;br /&gt;ever affect the psyche. Very few. Gandhi is totally forgotten in&lt;br /&gt;India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: There was an article that said that the Indians were very&lt;br /&gt;impressed by the movie, but were somewhat bemused by the non-violent&lt;br /&gt;aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: That's right. He was a very violent man. They're trying to make a&lt;br /&gt;saint out of him as the only man who was helping India to be free,&lt;br /&gt;which isn't true. There were hundreds. Annie Besant was one. She&lt;br /&gt;worked for forty years helping the country to be free. She is never&lt;br /&gt;mentioned. It's all so lopsided. ... So what is the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: The question is, if only a few people throughout history. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Can they affect the consciousness of man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: ... because as you say there are many terrible wars, many&lt;br /&gt;terrible injustices throughout the world now; how can we change them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: That's a good question. ... Do you really want us to discuss all&lt;br /&gt;this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: If you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I have time, but one has to be very serious to go into all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: That's our personal work, as well as our professional concern—to&lt;br /&gt;influence society in any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I don't believe in influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: What is your motivation then? What motivates you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: But you 've been carrying on all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: It's a long story. Suppose that you are enlightened and you're&lt;br /&gt;asking how will you affect the rest of humanity. There have been&lt;br /&gt;people like the Buddha who have not affected human consciousness. The&lt;br /&gt;Buddha never mentioned God, but people have created him into one and&lt;br /&gt;worshipped him. Has any person, however illumined affected mankind?&lt;br /&gt;It's very doubtful. I'm not being pessimistic - I'm just looking at&lt;br /&gt;facts. When you look at facts you can't be optimistic or pessimistic,&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;Put the question the other way — is human consciousness all one, or&lt;br /&gt;separate? Do you understand? Is it individual consciousness, or&lt;br /&gt;consciousness of the entire humanity? My consciousness, or X&lt;br /&gt;consciousness, what is that? Or, what is the content of that&lt;br /&gt;consciousness — belief, faith? Ideologies? Conclusions? Concepts?&lt;br /&gt;Fear? Suffering, loneliness, anxiety? And constant struggle from&lt;br /&gt;morning to night till he dies, right? That's a fact. But the rest of&lt;br /&gt;humanity's consciousness whether they live in a small village or in&lt;br /&gt;one of these tall buildings, is similar to everybody else's. We all&lt;br /&gt;share the same consciousness—it can never be individual. The brain is&lt;br /&gt;not my brain. It has evolved through several millenia, but we have&lt;br /&gt;said, "this is my particular brain, my particular consciousness, ny&lt;br /&gt;country, my god," and so on. So if one person stepped out of this way&lt;br /&gt;of thinking has it any value to the others, to the rest of mankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: It appears the Buddha did. He left a technique to practice&lt;br /&gt;awareness, and his influence has been very great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: He couldn't have left a technique. After his death his disciples&lt;br /&gt;probably gathered together and put up a scheme. Buddha couldn't&lt;br /&gt;possibly have said "Seek refuge in me." The systems came after he&lt;br /&gt;died. We think because he had attained some illumination, had&lt;br /&gt;suffered and gone through starvation, that we must also go through&lt;br /&gt;that in order to achieve what he achieved. And he might say, "Well,&lt;br /&gt;that's all childish stuff. It has nothing to do with enlightenment."&lt;br /&gt;Can one person who is illumined— to put it in modern terms, free from&lt;br /&gt;all conditioning—affect the consciousness of all the rest of mankind?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, impersonally, objectively, as you look at the&lt;br /&gt;world? Two thousand years of Christian propaganda, "Jesus is the&lt;br /&gt;saviour," and the churches have burned people, tortured people, had&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of years of war in Europe. Christians have been one of the&lt;br /&gt;greatest killers in the world. I'm not against nor for—I'm just&lt;br /&gt;pointing out that this is the result of two thousand years of "peace&lt;br /&gt;on earth." It has no meaning, whether Jesus existed or not. So has&lt;br /&gt;all this propaganda, this programming of the brain, after two&lt;br /&gt;thousand years of repetition of the Mass day after day, affected man&lt;br /&gt;at all? Christ said, "Don't hate your enemy, love your enemy." And&lt;br /&gt;everything we do is contrary to that. We don't care. So, what will&lt;br /&gt;affect man? What will change man who has been programmed, literally&lt;br /&gt;programmed like a computer, to worship Jesus, to worship the Buddha,&lt;br /&gt;to worship other gods?&lt;br /&gt;  Can the mind free itself from all programs? Is it possible to be&lt;br /&gt;totally free of taking in information—what the newspapers say, what&lt;br /&gt;the magazines say, what the priests, psychologists, and professors&lt;br /&gt;say? Education, propaganda on the television, the evangelists in&lt;br /&gt;America—that peculiar breed—are all telling me what to think and,&lt;br /&gt;increasingly, what to do. If I have a little quarrel with my wife I&lt;br /&gt;go to the specialists—the psychologists, psychotherapists. Dr. Spock&lt;br /&gt;or some professor tells me how to raise my children. I'm becoming a&lt;br /&gt;slave to these specialists, my mind is conditioned and I'm limited —&lt;br /&gt;conditioning implies limitation—I'm in battle with everybody else for&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my days. And there's the future of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Then what's the point of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Nothing! It has no meaning! What is the point of the Pope going to&lt;br /&gt;Poland, or all over South America? Is it a vast entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;Sustaining the faith? He says you must sustain faith, which means&lt;br /&gt;believe in Christ—which means do what we tell you. It's all so&lt;br /&gt;absurd! So what will you do, with the world pressing you all the time—&lt;br /&gt;they won't let you alone. I say, sorry, I won't accept any of it.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's the Buddha, Christ, the Pope, Mr. Reagan telling me what&lt;br /&gt;to do.. .sorry, I won't. This means we have to be extraordinarily&lt;br /&gt;capable of standing alone. And nobody wants to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Do you think there is a truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Yes, but there is not my truth, your truth. And it has no path.&lt;br /&gt;There's no Christian path, Hindu path, Buddhist path, your path, my&lt;br /&gt;path. One must be free of all paths to find it. The Hindus have been&lt;br /&gt;very clever at this. They said there is the path of knowledge, the&lt;br /&gt;path of action, the path through devotion—this suits everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: So you say to stand alone we find our truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: No. The word alone means all one. But people say, "I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;alone, so please help me to put my house in order," and invent the&lt;br /&gt;guru—not a particular guru but the whole idea of gurus. The world of&lt;br /&gt;so-called religion, whether it is the religion of Hindus, Buddhists,&lt;br /&gt;Jews, Catholics, the whole structure of religious ceremonies, is put&lt;br /&gt;together by thought, is it not? The Mass was invented by man. They&lt;br /&gt;may say it came directly from heaven but that seems rather absurd—&lt;br /&gt;it's been invented by man. The ancient Egyptians had their ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;to shape man. It isn't something new, the worship of symbols and&lt;br /&gt;figures. The guru, the mantra, various forms of yoga which have been&lt;br /&gt;brought over to this unfortunate country, are all authorities leading&lt;br /&gt;you to meditate and all. We have done it—we have tried Jesus, we have&lt;br /&gt;tried every form of person and idea, theory, system. They have not&lt;br /&gt;worked. So it's up to me to put my house in order—I cannot depend on&lt;br /&gt;anyone else. If you reject the church, the whole religious structure&lt;br /&gt;of the world, any kind of spiritual authority, you are free of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Haven't these people and systems been inspiration to some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: What is inspiration? To do something better—you answer it&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Isn't it to add to the potential of each human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Yes, but if I am asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Then it is to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Yes. And all the time I want entertainment to keep me awake. Man&lt;br /&gt;wants to be entertained, he wants to escape from himself at any&lt;br /&gt;price.This is a fact The church has done it, and now sports—football,&lt;br /&gt;cricket, and so on—is a vast entertainment. I'm bored, I'm harassed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary, so I come  to you and say, "inspire me." For the moment&lt;br /&gt;you stimulate me. You act as a drug for the moment so I depend on&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: You speak of freedom from something—from religion, from&lt;br /&gt;politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Freedom is in itself without any motive, not from or for, just&lt;br /&gt;freedom. For instance, I am not  a Hindu -  I am free from it. But&lt;br /&gt;that's not freedom; I am free from a  particular form of prison but&lt;br /&gt;we create other prisons as we go along.The point is, suppose you have&lt;br /&gt;understood and have rejected, negated, all this and you want to help&lt;br /&gt;me. There is something unethical, if I may use the word, in trying to&lt;br /&gt;help me, right? Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You are trying to help me; that's your path. But why do I want to&lt;br /&gt;be helped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Because you might be suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Suppose I've lost my son, my wife has left me, I can't get the job&lt;br /&gt;I want. How are you going to help me? Why do I seek help? Why do I&lt;br /&gt;have this craving to go to somebody to ask help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Sometimes it is helpful to meet someone who has gone through&lt;br /&gt;experiences of suffering. They are an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: We are doing that now—and how far will you go with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Perhaps not the whole way, but it can be a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Then what's the point of it? You have gone so far and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? So, then I become an example— that's the worst&lt;br /&gt;thing! There have been many examples of all kinds of idiocies: so-&lt;br /&gt;called "heroes" who have killed a thousand people in war, and saints&lt;br /&gt;who are half demented. Why then do you want help, to follow somebody,&lt;br /&gt;look up to somebody, why? When there is some kind of disease in me I&lt;br /&gt;go to the doctor; if I don't know the direction I seek help from a&lt;br /&gt;police officer; the postman is helping when he brings a letter. In&lt;br /&gt;the physiological world help is necessary; otherwise we couldn't&lt;br /&gt;exist, right? But I'm asking myself, psychologically, inwardly, will&lt;br /&gt;anybody help me? Man has suffered through time beyond measure, for&lt;br /&gt;millenia. What will help him to end that suffering? He goes on&lt;br /&gt;killing, he goes on murdering, he has ambition in everything—which is&lt;br /&gt;another form of killing—and what will stop him? Not Gandhi—his&lt;br /&gt;nonviolence is really a form of violence. Non-violence is an idea,&lt;br /&gt;right? When man is violent and you give him a fact, then fact is&lt;br /&gt;violence and non-fact is non-violence. And you are dealing only with&lt;br /&gt;non-fact all the time. Why don't we deal with the fact, which is&lt;br /&gt;violence? Why do you put that picture of non-violence in front of me?&lt;br /&gt;I say deal with what is here.&lt;br /&gt;   I've had discussions with Gandhi's disciples, with his followers,&lt;br /&gt;endlessly about this matter. I said to them often, "We have had this&lt;br /&gt;war between India and Pakistan and you talked about non-violence.&lt;br /&gt;Were any of you conscientious objectors? Did any of you go to prison&lt;br /&gt;for peace?" Not one of them. It meant absolutely nothing. So what's&lt;br /&gt;the point of nonviolence? It's a jargon—an escape. I know, if I am&lt;br /&gt;violent, how to deal with this. But you are all the time dangling in&lt;br /&gt;front of me this nonviolence, which is not real.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Do you think we will just keep going on like - warring among&lt;br /&gt;ourselves for all of history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: You're asking the same question in different words—what's the&lt;br /&gt;future of man. Unless we radically change, the future is what we are&lt;br /&gt;now. It's a serious'fact. And nobody wants to change radically. They&lt;br /&gt;change a little bit here, a little there. If you want peace, you live&lt;br /&gt;peacefully. But nobody wants to live peacefully—neither the Pope, nor&lt;br /&gt;the prime minister, nor anybody. So they're keeping up the wars. I've&lt;br /&gt;talked to a great many politicians in my life, a great many spiritual&lt;br /&gt;leaders, to gurus who come to see me—I don't know why—they never&lt;br /&gt;talked about ending conflict, which means finding out the cause of&lt;br /&gt;conflict. Never.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say nationalism is one of the causes. They never talked about&lt;br /&gt;it. If the Pope said tonight that the church will excommunicate&lt;br /&gt;anybody who joins the army to do organized killing then tomorrow he&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't exist. They would throw him out. So he won't say, "Let's&lt;br /&gt;talk about peace."&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cynical, I'm just looking at facts. So, what will change man?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently nothing from outside—no church, no threats, no wars,&lt;br /&gt;nothing from outside. Change implies a great  deal of inquiry, a&lt;br /&gt;great deal of search. Someone hasn't the time so he says, "Tell me&lt;br /&gt;all about it quickly." But one must give one's life to this, not just&lt;br /&gt;play around with it. The monks think they have given their life but&lt;br /&gt;they have given their life to an idea, to a symbol, to somebody&lt;br /&gt;called Christ. The Hindus have their sannyasins, the Buddhists their&lt;br /&gt;bhikkus—it's the same phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: It appears that we are at a unique time in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Yes, but the crisis is not in the world out there. Rather, it is&lt;br /&gt;inside us, in our consciousness. Which means that man has to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Has your teaching and your writing made a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: With some, perhaps. I'm not looking to see if somebody's changed&lt;br /&gt;or not. It's like this: you give food to me and if I'm hungry I'll&lt;br /&gt;take it. And if I'm not, I look at it, smell it, say "it's very&lt;br /&gt;nice," and then wander off. Very few people are hungry for this kind&lt;br /&gt;of stuff. Buddha is supposed to have talked for forty years, and&lt;br /&gt;there were only two disciples who understood—Mogallana and Sariputtra—&lt;br /&gt;and they died before he did. There is the whole tragedy of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Do you feel that your teaching has made a deep impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Some have given up their jobs, have said, "We'll come to your&lt;br /&gt;schools." They are doing it because they are schools—not monasteries,&lt;br /&gt;not ashrams, but schools—where you get a degree course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: So you feel that education is a place to really effect a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: If teachers were concerned, if education all over the world was&lt;br /&gt;concerned, to bring about a new generation they could do it. But they&lt;br /&gt;are not concerned. They want to stop the children with mathematics,&lt;br /&gt;biology, chemistry, to make them become good engineers. Society wants&lt;br /&gt;good engineers—there's money in it.&lt;br /&gt;Educators have enormous responsibility because they hold the future.&lt;br /&gt;More than the parents. Educators must be concerned with the holistic&lt;br /&gt;view of life. I've talked about it so much. We've got a school in&lt;br /&gt;California, a school in England, and five schools in India, and I've&lt;br /&gt;spent a great deal of time in all of them. But the parents want their&lt;br /&gt;children to be like themselves—have a good job, get married, settle&lt;br /&gt;down. Society around them wants that. So it's a tremendous battle&lt;br /&gt;with the parents, with the teachers, with the society. It's a sick&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: It seems as though there's as much physical sickness, like&lt;br /&gt;cancer, as there is mental sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: They're related to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: When you meet someone who is sick physically what is your&lt;br /&gt;approach ? Do you heal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Yes, but please, I want to make this quite clear. Healing is not&lt;br /&gt;my profession, not my work.&lt;br /&gt;Let me rather say, if someone cannot be cured he's going to die. And&lt;br /&gt;death apparently is a horror to everybody. Whether diseased or&lt;br /&gt;healthy, death is something to be abominated. But death and life go&lt;br /&gt;together. You can't say, "I'll keep death out there and life here."&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how you live before death, not after. Living is more&lt;br /&gt;important than dying. Living is . . .ah, it's too complex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Do you believe in rebirth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: First of all, I don't believe in anything. Secondly, what is it&lt;br /&gt;that is going to be reborn? Say I have been suffering for ten years&lt;br /&gt;and I die. Now will I in my next life go on from where I left off? Is&lt;br /&gt;there individuality at all? Is there the ego—my ego, your ego, a&lt;br /&gt;spiritual essence, the atman? The highest principle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Perhaps it's just a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: What is that? It's a process of thought. There is nothing sacred&lt;br /&gt;about thought, nor about the things that thought has created in the&lt;br /&gt;churches of the world. They worship it but it's not sacred. There is&lt;br /&gt;something absolutely sacred but you can't pick it up casually, you&lt;br /&gt;can't just believe. Do you understand? Men have searched for this in&lt;br /&gt;different ways and never found it, they have given their lives to it.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be found in an afternoon conversation or reading a book, or&lt;br /&gt;going to some fanciful meditation. If you don't find it what's the&lt;br /&gt;point of all this? One has to work on this for years to find out. It&lt;br /&gt;isn't just a game that you play. But people haven't the time so they&lt;br /&gt;worship the one who has something. Or they kill him. Both are the&lt;br /&gt;same— whether they worship or kill, both are exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Isn 't there some possibility of transmission between&lt;br /&gt;individuals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Now you are with somebody who is a little peaceful and who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;want a thing from you, and you feel quiet. But you have what? You&lt;br /&gt;have taken a drug for the time being and the moment you leave here it&lt;br /&gt;will all go. It's so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: But if we are climbing some mountain and we've come to see you&lt;br /&gt;because it seems that you are a few steps ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: I don't believe in climbing. There is no climbing, no "I am this,&lt;br /&gt;I have become that." There is only this. Change this, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJ: Why do you teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Why does a flower bloom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-113107381894903689?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/113107381894903689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=113107381894903689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113107381894903689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/113107381894903689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-believe-in-anything.html' title='I don&apos;t believe in anything'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112952158893052683</id><published>2005-10-16T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:01:31.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we are on this earth for ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Questioner: What are we on this earth for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishnamurti: You are on this earth to live fully, happily with your whole being, free of ambition, greed and fear. If you are greedy or ambitious, you cannot live fully, because greed and ambition dissipate your energy. To live fully is to live without fear, without sorrow, without asking a thing of the gods, because you would be a light onto yourself. When you live fully - a light onto yourself - you will not follow anybody, you will have no nationality, or belong to any religious or political group. As you would be a free human being it would, therefore, be possible to live in this world richly, whether you have little or much and, in that very active living you would beautify the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the horrors that are going on everywhere! It is because you do not know how to live that you give an artificial significance to life. If you asked ten different people what the purpose of life was, they would give you ten different answers; and then what could you do but choose an answer from among those ten and try to live according to it? You have to find out for yourself what it means to live fully. Obviously you cannot live fully if you are afraid of death, or a public opinion, or of making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;If you are ambitious, seeking power, or clinging to a position, which in one form or another is what most people are doing, you cannot live fully, because you would be everlastingly in conflict, both with others and with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is most difficult to live without ambition in a world which is corrupt, a world where there are so many vested interests, so many gods who are always threatening, or offering rewards. It requires astonishing intelligence to live in such a world. And you can have intelligence only by seeing everything, and by listening to everything. Then your eyes will become alive and your ears sharp. From seeing and listening there comes self-knowledge and, in knowing yourself you will have astounding vision. What better reason do you want for being on this earth than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112952158893052683?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112952158893052683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112952158893052683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112952158893052683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112952158893052683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-we-are-on-this-earth-for.html' title='What we are on this earth for ?'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112767738718075362</id><published>2005-09-25T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:43:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>Emptiness is a name for nothingness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name for ungraspibility,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name for mountains, rivers, the whole earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also called the real form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the green of the pines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twist of the brambles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no going and coming;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the red of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the white of the snow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no birth and no death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is also called the real formless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond form and formless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond death and birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond no death and no birth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112767738718075362?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112767738718075362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112767738718075362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112767738718075362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112767738718075362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/09/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112744728230713740</id><published>2005-09-22T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:48:02.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When you cry for yourself, is it Love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you cry for yourself, is it love - crying because you are lonely, because you have been left, because you are no longer powerful - complaining of your lot, your environment - always you in tears? If you understand this, which means to come in contact with it as directly as you would touch a tree or a pillar or a hand, then you will see that sorrow is self-created, sorrow is created by thought, sorrow is the outcome of time. I had my brother three years ago, now he is dead, now I am lonely, aching, there is no one to whom I can look for comfort or companionship, and it brings tears to my eyes. You can see all this happening inside yourself if you watch it. You can see it fully, completely, in one glance, not take analytical time over it. You can see in a moment the whole structure and nature of this shoddy little thing called `me', my tears, my family, my nation, my belief, my religion - all that ugliness, it is all inside you. When you see it with your heart, not with your mind, when you see it from the very bottom of your heart, then you have the key that will end sorrow. Sorrow and love cannot go together, but in the Christian world they have idealized suffering, put it on a cross and worshipped it, implying that you can never escape from suffering except through that one particular door, and this is the whole structure of an exploiting religious society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children - do you? - you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112744728230713740?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112744728230713740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112744728230713740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112744728230713740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112744728230713740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-you-cry-for-yourself-is-it-love.html' title='When you cry for yourself, is it Love ?'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112698404790570339</id><published>2005-09-17T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:07:27.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unguarded Intellect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" You can know yourself only when you are unaware, when you are not calculating, not protecting, not constantly watching to guide, to transform, to subdue, to control; when you see yourself unexpectedly, that is, when the mind has no preconceptions with regard to itself, when the mind is open, unprepared to meet the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;If your mind is prepared, surely you cannot know the unknown, for you are the unknown. If you say to yourself, "I am God," or "I am nothing but a mass of social influences or a bundle of qualities"—if you have any preconception of yourself, you cannot comprehend the unknown, that which is spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;So spontaneity can come only when the intellect is unguarded, when it is not protecting itself, when it is no longer afraid for itself; and this can happen only from within. That is, the spontaneous must be the new, the unknown, the incalculable, the creative, that which must be expressed, loved, in which the will as the process of intellect, controlling, directing, has no part. Observe your own emotional states and you will see that the moments of great joy, great ecstasy, are unpremeditated; they happen, mysteriously, darkly, unknowingly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Unguarded Intellect" - Book of Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112698404790570339?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112698404790570339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112698404790570339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112698404790570339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112698404790570339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/09/unguarded-intellect.html' title='The Unguarded Intellect'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112666442501590093</id><published>2005-09-13T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:20:25.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7782/637/1600/Katrina_Shoulders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7782/637/320/Katrina_Shoulders.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man crosses the street in rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stepping gently, looking two times north and south,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because his son is asleep on his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No car must splash him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No car drive too near to his shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but he’s not marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HANDLE WITH CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His ear fills up with breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He hears the hum of a boy’s dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep inside him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We’re not going to be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to live in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The road will only be wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rain will never stop falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Red Suitcase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a list of charities and relief organizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.katrinahope.org/"&gt;http://www.katrinahope.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112666442501590093?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112666442501590093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112666442501590093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112666442501590093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112666442501590093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/09/shoulders.html' title='Shoulders'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112658650850214254</id><published>2005-09-13T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:41:48.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind...</title><content type='html'>Wonderful it is to train the mind&lt;br /&gt;so swiftly moving, seizing whatever it wants.&lt;br /&gt;Good is it to have a well-trained mind,&lt;br /&gt;for a well-trained mind brings happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhammapada 35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112658650850214254?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112658650850214254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112658650850214254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112658650850214254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112658650850214254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind.html' title='Mind...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112632510702276127</id><published>2005-09-10T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:05:07.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>Why does Sai Baba manifest those cheap watches and not Rolexes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and why is he so attracted to little boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Ramana say that there was reincarnation..........and then say there wasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he tell us that his pet cow was enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Ramesh still compelled to touch the femaleness around him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Nisargadatta piddle all over himself when a relative of Ramana came to his house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Mother Teresa lie about that orphanage of 5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you continue to believe that they all have something.........that you do  not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112632510702276127?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112632510702276127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112632510702276127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112632510702276127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112632510702276127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/09/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112550495666001938</id><published>2005-08-31T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:15:56.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>To love is the greatest thing in life; it is very important to talk about love, to feel it, to nourish it, to treasure it, otherwise it will soon be dissipated, for the world is very brutal. If while you are young you don't feel love, if you don't look with love at people, at animals, at flowers, when you grow up you find that your life is empty; you will be very lonely, and the dark shadows of fear will  follow you always. But the moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112550495666001938?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112550495666001938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112550495666001938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112550495666001938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112550495666001938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112534180180392725</id><published>2005-08-29T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:56:41.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self - Awareness</title><content type='html'>Question: Does not this process of constant self-awareness lead to self-centeredness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Krishnamurti: "It does, does it not? The more you are concerned about yourself, watching, improving, thinking about yourself, the more self-centered you are, are you not? That is an obvious fact. If I am concerned with changing myself, then I must observe, I must build a technique which will help me to break up that centre. There is self-centeredness as long as I am consciously or unconsciously concerned with a result, with success, as long as I am gaining and putting aside - which is what most of us are doing. The incentive is the goal I am pursuing; because I want to gain that end, I watch myself. I am unhappy, I am miserable, frustrated, and I feel there is a state in which I can be happy, fulfilled, complete; so I become aware in order to gain that state. I use awareness to get what I want; so I am self-centered. Through awareness, through self-analysis, through reading, studying, I hope to dissolve the "me",and then I shall be happy, enlightened, liberated, I shall be one of the elite - and that is what I want. So, the more I am concerned with gaining an end, the greater is the self-centeredness of thought. But thought is ever self enclosing anyhow, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what? To break down the self-centeredness, I must understand why the mind seeks an end, a goal, a particular result. Why does my mind go after a reward? Why? Can it function in any other way? Is not the movement of the mind from memory to memory, from result to result? I have acquired this, I don't like it, and I am going to get some thing else. I don't like this thought, but that thought will be better, nobler, more comforting, more satisfying. As long as I am thinking, I can think in no other terms; for the mind moves from knowledge to knowledge, from memory to memory. Is not thinking self-centered in its very nature? I know there are exceptions, but we are not discussing the exceptions. In our everyday life, are we not consciously or unconsciously pursuing an end, gaining and avoiding, seeking to continue, putting aside anything that is disturbing, that is insecure, uncertain? In seeking its own certainty, the mind creates self-centeredness; and is not that self-centeredness the "me", which then watches over and analyzes itself? So, as long as we seek a result, self-centeredness must exist, whether in an individual, in a group, in a nation or a race. But if we can understand why the mind seeks a result, a satisfying end, why it wants to be certain - if we understand that, then there is a possibility of breaking down the walls that enclose thought as the "me". But that requires an astonishing awareness of the total process, not only of the conscious, but also of the unconscious levels, an awareness from moment to moment in which there is no gathering, no accumulation, no saying, "Yes, I have understood this, and I am going to use it for tomorrow", a spontaneity which is not of the mind. Only then is there a possibility of going beyond the self-enclosing activities of thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected Works&lt;br /&gt;Ojai, 23rd August 1952&lt;br /&gt;7th public talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112534180180392725?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112534180180392725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112534180180392725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112534180180392725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112534180180392725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/self-awareness.html' title='Self - Awareness'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112489586242915973</id><published>2005-08-24T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:04:22.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Future</title><content type='html'>Words of the Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past should not be followed after&lt;br /&gt;and the future not desired;&lt;br /&gt;what is past is dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;and the future is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majjhima Nikaya III, 131&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112489586242915973?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112489586242915973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112489586242915973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112489586242915973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112489586242915973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/past-and-future.html' title='Past and Future'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112473806303991851</id><published>2005-08-22T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:14:23.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>passivity...</title><content type='html'>...thoughtless..emotionless...undaunted...non-resistance....seems to help tide any situation..however difficult it might seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flexible weed which bends with the flow during a strong wind has better chances of surviving the nature's vagary than a strong tree resisting and trying to hold still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let anything happen...don't care...let the flow of the tide take you where you're destined to...let go..just let go..and relax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112473806303991851?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112473806303991851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112473806303991851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112473806303991851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112473806303991851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/passivity.html' title='passivity...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112408204039196969</id><published>2005-08-15T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:00:40.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha is Reality</title><content type='html'>Subhuti asked: "What does buddha mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha answered: "Buddha is reality. One who thoroughly comprehends all the factors of existence is a buddha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prajnaparamita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "Buddha Speaks," edited by Anne Bancroft, 2000. Reprinted by arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Boston, www.shambhala.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112408204039196969?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112408204039196969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112408204039196969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112408204039196969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112408204039196969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/buddha-is-reality.html' title='Buddha is Reality'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112365159715620100</id><published>2005-08-10T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:26:37.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inner..outer</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; "There is only one real movement in life which is both the outer and&lt;br /&gt;the inner. &lt;br /&gt;With the understanding of the outer situation or condition, the inner&lt;br /&gt;movement of truth, of choiceless awareness begins, which is not in&lt;br /&gt;opposition to the outer or contradiction within the inner.  For both&lt;br /&gt;outer opposition and inner contradiction are false division of the&lt;br /&gt;outer and the inner.  As these conflicts are eliminated, the brain,&lt;br /&gt;though highly sensitive and alert, becomes quiet.  Then the inner&lt;br /&gt;movement is valid and significant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112365159715620100?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112365159715620100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112365159715620100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112365159715620100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112365159715620100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/innerouter.html' title='inner..outer'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112348250102032374</id><published>2005-08-08T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:28:21.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>"...The truth indeed has never been preached by the&lt;br /&gt;Buddha, seeing that one has to realize it within&lt;br /&gt;himself." --Lamkara Sutra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112348250102032374?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112348250102032374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112348250102032374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112348250102032374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112348250102032374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112335829442192630</id><published>2005-08-06T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:58:14.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gold Buddha can't get through a furnace, a wood Buddha can't get  through a fire, and a clay Buddha can't get through water. The real Buddha sits  within: enlightenment, nirvana, suchness, and Buddha-nature are all clothes  sticking to the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Chao-chou  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From "The Pocket Zen Reader," edited by Thomas Cleary, 1999.  Reprinted by arrangement with Shambhala Publications&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112335829442192630?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112335829442192630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112335829442192630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112335829442192630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112335829442192630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/real-buddha.html' title='Real Buddha'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112302427142119003</id><published>2005-08-02T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:11:11.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation or Rebirth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...is simply to recapture and redevelop the inherently sound or pure mind along with its manifest behaviors.("Something that was always there.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom Landau: "How did you come to that state of unity with everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti: "People have asked me about that before, and I always feel that they expect to hear the dramatic account of some sudden miracle through which I suddenly became one with the universe. Of course nothing of the sort happened. My inner awareness was always there; though it took me time to feel it more and more clearly; and equally it took time to find words that would at all describe it. It was not a sudden flash, but a slow yet constant clarification of something that was always there. It did not grow, as people often think. Nothing can grow in us that is of spiritual importance. It has to be there in all its fullness, and then the only thing that happens is that we become more and more aware of it. It is our intellectul&lt;br /&gt;reaction and nothing else that needs time to become more articulate, more definite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112302427142119003?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112302427142119003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112302427142119003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112302427142119003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112302427142119003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/transformation-or-rebirth.html' title='Transformation or Rebirth...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112295930301615883</id><published>2005-08-02T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:08:23.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of Peace</title><content type='html'>A questioner asked the Buddha: "I would like to know about the state of  peace, the state of solitude and of quiet detachment. How does a person become  calm, independent, and not wanting to grasp at anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person does  this," replied the Buddha, "by eradicating the delusion of 'I am.' By being  alert and attentive, he begins to let go of cravings as they arise. But whatever  he begins to accomplish, he should beware of inner pride. He must avoid thinking  of himself as better than another, or worse or equal, for that is all comparison  and emphasizes the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The person should look for peace within and not  depend on it in any other place. For when a person is quiet within, the self  cannot be found. There are no waves in the depths of the ocean, it is still and  unbroken. It is the same with the peaceful person. He is still, without any  longing to grasp. He has let go the foundations of self and no longer builds up  pride and desire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sutta Nipata&lt;br /&gt;From "Buddha Speaks," edited by Anne  Bancroft, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112295930301615883?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112295930301615883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112295930301615883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112295930301615883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112295930301615883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/state-of-peace.html' title='The State of Peace'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112287640170242906</id><published>2005-08-01T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:06:41.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>There is the beauty of love, beauty of compassion. And also there is the beauty of a clean street, of good architectural form of a building; there is beauty of a tree, a lovely leaf, the great big branches. To see all that is beauty; not merely to go to museums and talk everlastingly about beauty. The silence of a quiet mind is the&lt;br /&gt;essence of that beauty. Because it is silent and because it is not the plaything of thought, then in that silence there comes that which is indestructible, which is sacred. In the coming of that which is sacred then life becomes sacred, your life becomes sacred, our relationship becomes sacred, everything becomes sacred because&lt;br /&gt;you have touched that thing that is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112287640170242906?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112287640170242906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112287640170242906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112287640170242906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112287640170242906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/08/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112284616253681532</id><published>2005-07-31T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:42:42.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping on...</title><content type='html'>...thinking..about the aim probably gets us somewhere..and helps us achieve the desirable....but it is the art of maintaining the flow which has to be cultivated.&lt;br /&gt;Distractions...the thoughts which keep invading the mind..come in ..and the silly mind flows away with them ending up completely forgetting the aim...and finally when it realizes and wants to come back..it is fatigued, uninterested..and needs further energy and has to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;From the miniscule experiences...it seems that success lies in continuity of work towards the goal...continuity of thought..even if it is as rough as a cascade in the beginning, it should still flow without getting diverted or drying up...until it becomes a mighty, confident yet placid river...well on it's way to it's destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112284616253681532?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112284616253681532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112284616253681532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://rajeshkuc.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-i-satisfied.html"&gt;http://rajeshkuc.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-i-satisfied.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112218921511922565?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112218921511922565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112218921511922565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112218921511922565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112218921511922565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/07/similarities.html' title='similarities!'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112218709370719333</id><published>2005-07-24T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T02:38:13.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JK on children</title><content type='html'>"You are obliged in some matters to be imitative; as in the clothes you put on, in the books you read, in the language you speak. These are all forms of imitation. But it is necessary to go beyond this level and feel free to think things out for yourself so that you do not thoughtlessly accept what somebody else says, it does not matter who it is - a teacher in the school, a parent, or one of the great religious teachers. To think out things for yourself, and not follow, is very important; because following indicates fear, does it not? The moment somebody offers you something you want - paradise, heaven, or a better job - there is fear of not getting it; therefore you begin to accept, to follow. So long as you want something, there is bound to be fear; and fear cripples the mind so that you cannot be free".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Is this all too difficult? I don't think it is as difficult as your geography or mathematics. It is much easier, only you have never thought about it. You spend perhaps ten or fifteen years of your life in school acquiring information, yet you never take time - not a week, not even a day - to think fully, completely about any of these things. That is why it all seems so difficult; but it is not really difficult at all. On the contrary, if you give time to it you can see for yourself how your mind works, how it operates, responds. And it is very important to begin to understand your own mind while you are young, otherwise you will grow up following some tradition which has very little meaning. you will imitate, which is to keep on cultivating fear, and so you will never be free".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "So, while you are young you should awaken within yourself the flame of discontent; you should be in a state of revolution. This is the time to inquire, to discover, to grow; therefore insist that your parents and your teachers educate you properly. Do not be satisfied merely to sit in a classroom and absorb information about this king or that war. Be discontented, go to your teachers and inquire, find out. If they are not intelligent, by inquiring you will help them to be intelligent; and when you leave the school you will be growing into maturity, into real freedom. Then you will continue to learn right through life till you die, and you will be a happy, intelligent human being".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112218709370719333?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112218709370719333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112218709370719333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112218709370719333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112218709370719333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/07/jk-on-children.html' title='JK on children'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112218704133990443</id><published>2005-07-24T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T02:37:21.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="centersmall"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And somewhere there are engineers&lt;br /&gt;Helping others fly faster than sound.&lt;br /&gt;But, where are the engineers&lt;br /&gt;Helping those who must live on the ground?"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="center"&gt;   -- &lt;span&gt;  Young Oxfam Poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112218704133990443?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112218704133990443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112218704133990443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112218704133990443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112218704133990443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-are-they.html' title='Where are they?'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112047517892540677</id><published>2005-07-04T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T07:06:18.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep...</title><content type='html'>....is a way to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telugu....is an excuse..and an addictive way to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading latest news....by convincing the mind of doing something purposeful ...is a way to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging (might include the one im typing now).....is another way to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet itself is sometimes a bane and provides a outlet for escape...to a entrapped , confused , soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112047517892540677?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112047517892540677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112047517892540677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112047517892540677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112047517892540677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/07/sleep.html' title='sleep...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-112037529260078747</id><published>2005-07-03T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:21:32.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>go on....</title><content type='html'>...with the flow....its tight...time is precious...but still the old remnants..of the habits...of the tendency to escape still linger...probably i am typing this right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on...lets see what happens...just go on and on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-112037529260078747?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/112037529260078747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=112037529260078747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112037529260078747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/112037529260078747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-on.html' title='go on....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111968951975099606</id><published>2005-06-25T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T04:51:59.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a surge...</title><content type='html'>...of energy when the thoughts seem 'right'...when i feel that THIS is the correct path..correct mode of behavior....the behavior is characterized by sublimity...by less self-consciousness and by letting things flow. Freeing the mind from the pre-defined notions of correct behavior is the first step to achieving this. Letting go the thoughts, breaking the shackles of society-imposed 'cultural' regulations we are tied up by, being ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The ease of coding a computer program could act as a parameter for judging the freeness of the mind. It is easier when we don't 'hold' and let the thoughts flow.&lt;br /&gt;Keep going...push push....achieve what is to be.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111968951975099606?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111968951975099606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111968951975099606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111968951975099606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111968951975099606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/06/surge.html' title='a surge...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111958523513256965</id><published>2005-06-23T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:53:55.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coming...</title><content type='html'>...to some good state..then falling back into greater depth...should not think about coming...as time gets compressed...and every moment becomes precious..a state called 'do or die'.. &lt;br /&gt;One among many of my myriad experiences? Waiting to see what is in store?&lt;br /&gt;Calmness is the key to facing any situation...probably should tell that more to myself..and really practise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111958523513256965?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111958523513256965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111958523513256965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111958523513256965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111958523513256965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/06/coming.html' title='coming...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111923232744718709</id><published>2005-06-19T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:52:07.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fearlessness....</title><content type='html'>... is the basis for proper human existence. Clinging, attachment to results, attachment with social recognition, the fear of losing one's pride, of losing one's respect among peers....feelings driven by ego...ego arising out of fear, insecurity...always trying to conform, to comfort oneself by imagination, fancy delusions....creates a false sheath of self-security on the outer plane of thoughts, while the mind insides struggles, convinces itself, tries to keep itself from drifting away from it's supposed 'correct path for being stress-free and happy'.&lt;br /&gt;Escapism comes out in the form of obsessive compulsive behaviors, and blogging is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111923232744718709?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111923232744718709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111923232744718709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111923232744718709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111923232744718709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/06/fearlessness.html' title='fearlessness....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111758503898418986</id><published>2005-05-31T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:17:18.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>"The deep inward simplicity of austerity makes for a life that has no&lt;br /&gt;duality.  The mind must take this journey of beauty without the word,&lt;br /&gt;the answer, the predetermined course of achievement. &lt;br /&gt;This journey is meditation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111758503898418986?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111758503898418986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111758503898418986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111758503898418986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111758503898418986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111749872166886730</id><published>2005-05-30T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T20:18:41.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2675/640/ShowLetter1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/2675/320/ShowLetter1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by Helga Piatscheck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111749872166886730?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111749872166886730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111749872166886730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111749872166886730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111749872166886730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/photo-by-helga-piatscheck.html' title=''/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111680053229538073</id><published>2005-05-22T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:22:12.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest treasures</title><content type='html'>I have just three things to teach:&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity, patience, compassion.&lt;br /&gt;These three are your greatest treasures.&lt;br /&gt;Simple in actions and in thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;You return to the source of being.&lt;br /&gt;Patient with both friends and enemies,&lt;br /&gt;You accord with the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate toward yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You reconcile all beings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lao Tzu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111680053229538073?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111680053229538073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111680053229538073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111680053229538073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111680053229538073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/greatest-treasures.html' title='greatest treasures'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111680048087155172</id><published>2005-05-22T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:21:20.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inward simplicity</title><content type='html'>A religious man is not really one who puts on a robe or a loincloth, or has taken innumerable vows to be this and not be that, but is he who is inwardly simple, who is not becoming anything. Such a mind is capable of extraordinary receptivity, because there is no barrier, there is no fear, there is no going towards something; therefore it is capable of receiving grace, God, Truth or what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111680048087155172?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111680048087155172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111680048087155172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111680048087155172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111680048087155172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/inward-simplicity.html' title='inward simplicity'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111638599390568468</id><published>2005-05-17T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:13:13.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychological Time</title><content type='html'>"Do not ask me what psychological time is. Ask that question of yourself. Perhaps the speaker may prompt you, put it into words, but it is your own question. One has had a son, a brother, a wife, father. They are gone. They can never return. They are wiped away from the face of the earth. Of course, one can invent a belief that they are living on other planes. But one has lost them; there is a photograph on the piano or the mantelpiece. One's remembrance of them is in psychological time. How one had lived, how they loved me; what help they were; they helped to cover up one's loneliness. The remembrance of them is a movement in time. They were there yesterday and gone today. That is, a record has been formed in the brain. That remembrance is a recording on the tape of the brain; and that tape is playing all the time. How one walked with them in the woods, one's sexual remembrances, their companionship, the comfort one derived from them. All that is gone, and the tape is playing on. This tape is memory and memory is time. If you are interested, go into it very deeply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111638599390568468?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111638599390568468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111638599390568468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111638599390568468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111638599390568468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/psychological-time.html' title='Psychological Time'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111629413088964514</id><published>2005-05-16T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:42:10.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strange....</title><content type='html'>.....feelings....got so used to 'unnatural' situations.....still not totally focussing on what is important...mind reacting to 'work'...important work....diversion...internal justification for that diversion....sticking to some theories...but unable to yet implement them religiously....need a break...but that break will come from me...only me...and only i am responsible and will have to control...no not control...but observe.... my fickle mind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111629413088964514?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111629413088964514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111629413088964514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111629413088964514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111629413088964514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/strange.html' title='strange....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111617984207277791</id><published>2005-05-15T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T13:57:22.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JK on Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; K: "Now the question is: can the mind be free of this egocentric activity? Right? That is really the question. Not whether it is so or not. Which means can the mind stand alone, uninfluenced? Alone, being alone does not mean isolation. Sir, look: when one rejects completely all the absurdities of nationality, the absurdities of propaganda, of religious propaganda, rejects conclusions of any kind, actually, not theoretically, completely put aside, has understood very deeply the question of pleasure and fear, and division--the `me' and the `not me'- -is there any form of the self at all?"&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111617984207277791?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111617984207277791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111617984207277791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111617984207277791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111617984207277791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/jk-on-self.html' title='JK on Self'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111587970826862366</id><published>2005-05-12T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:35:08.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt; "Man has become addicted to the drug named "intellect" and under its influence  compulsively analyzes everything, cogitating, speculating and making all simple things complicated. This addiction can only be gotten rid of by unconditional surrender to the process of pure receptivity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balsekar&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111587970826862366?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111587970826862366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111587970826862366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111587970826862366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111587970826862366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/awareness.html' title='awareness'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111561821977064105</id><published>2005-05-09T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:56:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>I said to the wanting-creature inside me:&lt;br /&gt;What is this river you want to cross?&lt;br /&gt;There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or&lt;br /&gt;nesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.&lt;br /&gt;There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.&lt;br /&gt;There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no&lt;br /&gt;ford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no body, and no mind!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is some place that will make the&lt;br /&gt;soul less thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that great absence you will find nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong then, and enter into your own body;&lt;br /&gt;there you have a sold place for your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it carefully!&lt;br /&gt;Don't go off somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir says this:&lt;br /&gt;Just throw away all thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;imaginary things,&lt;br /&gt;and stand firm in that which you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111561821977064105?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111561821977064105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111561821977064105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111561821977064105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111561821977064105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111536015881687805</id><published>2005-05-06T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T02:15:58.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>consciousness....</title><content type='html'>...about self....or trying to be conscious? Mind does not stick to one topic..jumps about, wavering,  can be called lack of concentration...a potentially dangerous habit.....habit which can make things worse.....but still...mind doesnt act with a sense of rationality..acts on impulse...impulses of thoughts, cerebral current.....trying to be self-conscious...is that good or not? Lets see where i am progressing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111536015881687805?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111536015881687805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111536015881687805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111536015881687805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111536015881687805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/consciousness.html' title='consciousness....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111522813498524639</id><published>2005-05-04T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:35:34.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistance</title><content type='html'>Resistance to the truth of what is happening breeds fear and anxiety as well as conformity and acceptance. The brain must be washed clean of all these cunning devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111522813498524639?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111522813498524639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111522813498524639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111522813498524639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111522813498524639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/resistance.html' title='Resistance'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111498994049328202</id><published>2005-05-01T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:25:40.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unawakened mind...</title><content type='html'>The unawakened mind tends to make war against the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Kornfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111498994049328202?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111498994049328202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111498994049328202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111498994049328202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111498994049328202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/05/unawakened-mind.html' title='unawakened mind...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111481966178689983</id><published>2005-04-29T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:07:41.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there is only perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;Look, sirs: most of us are petty people, with very shallow minds;and the thinking of a narrow, shallow mind can only lead to further misery. A shallow mind cannot make itself deep; it will always be shallow, petty, envious. What it can do is to realize the fact that it is shallow, and not make an effort to alter it. The mind sees that&lt;br /&gt;it is conditioned, and has no urge to change that conditioning, because it understands that any compulsion to change is the result of knowledge, which is partial; therefore it is in a state of perception. It is perceiving what is. But generally what happens?&lt;br /&gt;Being envious, the mind exercises thought to get rid of envy, thereby creating the opposite as non-envy; but it is still within the field of thought. Now, if the mind perceives the state of envy without condemning or accepting it, and without introducing the desire to change, then it is in a state of perception; and that very perception brings about a new movement, a new element, a totally different quality of being.&lt;br /&gt;You see, sirs, words, explanations and symbols are one thing, and being is something entirely different. Here we are not concerned with words, we are concerned with being - being what we actually are, not dreaming of ourselves as spiritual entities, the Atman and all that nonsense, which is still within the field of thought, and&lt;br /&gt;therefore partial. What matters is being what you are - envious - and perceiving that totally; and you can perceive it totally only when there is no movement of thought at all. The mind is the movement of thought - and it is also the state in which there is complete perception, without the movement of thought. Only that state of perception can bring about a radical change in the ways of our thinking; and then thinking will not be mechanistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111481966178689983?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111481966178689983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111481966178689983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111481966178689983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111481966178689983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-is-only-perception.html' title='there is only perception'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111462698417518762</id><published>2005-04-27T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:40:11.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideology and Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32);"&gt;"As soon as you look at the world through an ideology&lt;br /&gt;you  are finished. No reality fits ideology. Life is&lt;br /&gt;beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is  why people are always searching for a meaning&lt;br /&gt;to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life has  no meaning; it cannot have meaning&lt;br /&gt;because meaning is a formula; meaning is  something&lt;br /&gt;that makes sense to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you make sense out  of reality, you bump&lt;br /&gt;into something that destroys the sense you made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Life only makes  sense when you perceive it as mystery&lt;br /&gt;and it makes no sense to the  conceptualizing mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony de Mello, SJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111462698417518762?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111462698417518762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111462698417518762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111462698417518762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111462698417518762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/ideology-and-meaning.html' title='Ideology and Meaning'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111462636352990898</id><published>2005-04-27T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:39:26.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>revolving in circles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Ordinary people have been  revolving in circles since time immemorial,&lt;br /&gt;being born and dying. Because of  clinging fixedly to self-images,&lt;br /&gt;false ideas, and misperceptions, the habits  of illusion eventually&lt;br /&gt;become second nature to them. Even if they suddenly  awaken in this&lt;br /&gt;life and realize that their essential nature is fundamentally  empty&lt;br /&gt;and silent, no different from the Buddhas, nevertheless past habits&lt;br /&gt;are difficult to remove all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Master Chinul  (1158-1210)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111462636352990898?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111462636352990898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111462636352990898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111462636352990898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111462636352990898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/revolving-in-circles.html' title='revolving in circles...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111432820535792076</id><published>2005-04-24T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T03:36:45.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain and Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;"This brain, which is conditioned by knowledge, by experience, by&lt;br /&gt;tradition, cannot have any communication with the mind which is totally&lt;br /&gt;outside the activity of the brain. That mind can communicate with the&lt;br /&gt;brain, but the brain cannot communicate with it because the brain can&lt;br /&gt;imagine infinitely; the brain can imagine the nameless; the brain can do&lt;br /&gt;anything. The mind is too immense because it doesn't belong to you;&lt;br /&gt;it's not your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111432820535792076?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111432820535792076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111432820535792076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111432820535792076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111432820535792076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/brain-and-mind.html' title='Brain and Mind'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111420877636218373</id><published>2005-04-22T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:26:16.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind and Brain</title><content type='html'>"We are saying, and the speaker may be wrong, and he has discussed&lt;br /&gt;this matter with some of the so-called scientists, and even then the&lt;br /&gt;speaker may be wrong, don't please accept what he says; doubt what he&lt;br /&gt;says, question, enquire. He says, the brain is the whole limited&lt;br /&gt;consciousness, with all its content, pleasant, unpleasant, ugly,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, struggle, all that is your content. And the mind is&lt;br /&gt;something totally separate from the brain. The mind is outside the&lt;br /&gt;brain - the speaker is saying, the scientists are not saying that.&lt;br /&gt;The speaker says the brain is one thing, and mind is something&lt;br /&gt;entirely different"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111420877636218373?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111420877636218373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111420877636218373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111420877636218373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111420877636218373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/mind-and-brain.html' title='Mind and Brain'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111376008297257008</id><published>2005-04-17T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:48:02.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to die without arguement</title><content type='html'>Do you know what it means to come into contact with death, to die without argument? Because death, when it comes, does not argue with you. To meet it, you have to die every day to everything: to your agony, to your loneliness, to the relationship you cling to; you have to die to your thought, to die to your habit, to die to your wife so that you can look at your wife anew; you have to die to your society so that you, as a human being, are new, fresh, young, and you can look at it. But you cannot meet death, if you don't die every day. It is only when you die, that there is love. A mind that is frightened has no love-it has habits, it has sympathy, it can force itself to be kind and superficially considerate. But fear breeds sorrow, and sorrow is time as thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end sorrow is to come into contact with death while living, by dying to your name, to your house, to your property, to your cause, so that you are fresh, young, clear, and you can see things as they are without any distortion. That is what is going to take place when you die. But we have a limited death to the physical. We know very well logically, sanely, that the organism is going to come to an end. So we invent a life which we have lived of daily agony, daily insensitivity, the increase of problems, and its stupidity; that life we want to carry over, which we call the "soul"-which we say is the most sacred thing, a part of the divine; but it is still part of your thought and therefore it has nothing to do with divinity. It is your life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111376008297257008?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111376008297257008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111376008297257008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111376008297257008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111376008297257008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-die-without-arguement.html' title='to die without arguement'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111344991795560033</id><published>2005-04-13T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:38:37.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milarepa</title><content type='html'>In the beginning, nothing comes;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle, nothing stays;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, nothing goes.&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind there is no arising and extinction!&lt;br /&gt;Thus, one remains in the Equality of past, present, and future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111344991795560033?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111344991795560033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111344991795560033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111344991795560033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111344991795560033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/milarepa.html' title='Milarepa'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111334997635770493</id><published>2005-04-12T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:52:56.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SONG OF LIFE   by JK</title><content type='html'>THE SONG OF LIFE   by: J. Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love not the shapely branch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor place its image alone in thy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dieth away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the whole tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then thou shalt love the shapely branch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tender and the withered leaf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy bud and the full-blown flower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falling petal and the dancing height,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The splendid shadow of full love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, love Life in its fullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It knoweth no decay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111334997635770493?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111334997635770493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111334997635770493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111334997635770493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111334997635770493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/song-of-life-by-jk.html' title='THE SONG OF LIFE   by JK'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111334705097270187</id><published>2005-04-12T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:04:10.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensivity and Suffering</title><content type='html'>"In the life of man all this appears with greatest distinctness,&lt;br /&gt;illumined by the clearest knowledge. As the manifestation of the will&lt;br /&gt;rises higher, the suffering becomes more apparent. In the plant there&lt;br /&gt;is no sensibility and therefore no pain. In the lowest forms of&lt;br /&gt;animal life, a small degree of suffering may be experienced. As the&lt;br /&gt;level rises, sensitivity becomes wider and deeper. It appears in a&lt;br /&gt;high degree with the complete nervous system of backboned animals.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, as knowledge increases, as consciousness attains to greater&lt;br /&gt;distinctness, pain also increases, and reaches its highest degree in&lt;br /&gt;man. And the more intelligent and finely formed a man is, the more&lt;br /&gt;pain he is open to."  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the sensitive can face the actual, without escaping into all&lt;br /&gt;kinds of conclusions, opinions, and evaluations. Only the sensitive&lt;br /&gt;can be alone and this aloneness is destructive. This sensitivity is&lt;br /&gt;stripped of all pleasure and so it has the austerity, not of desire&lt;br /&gt;and will but of seeing and understanding." &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111334705097270187?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111334705097270187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111334705097270187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111334705097270187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111334705097270187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/sensivity-and-suffering.html' title='Sensivity and Suffering'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111328000200691592</id><published>2005-04-12T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:26:42.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Legs of Krishnamurti's Teaching</title><content type='html'>"The unknown is not something to be experienced by the mind; silence&lt;br /&gt;alone can be experienced, nothing but silence." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be a light to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is a pathless land."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111328000200691592?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111328000200691592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111328000200691592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111328000200691592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111328000200691592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-legs-of-krishnamurtis-teaching.html' title='The Three Legs of Krishnamurti&apos;s Teaching'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111291245134412683</id><published>2005-04-07T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:20:51.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling...</title><content type='html'>...down'ly'....a new person comes...and brings in (or out) a flood of thoughts from deep within my heart....thoughts which tell me that I am not what I was supposed to be....my heart tells me, repeats before me...my true talents...god-given gifts....all of them seem to be lying wasted due to other god-given 'qualities'...built up since childhood....reached a peak at this stage....will I come back? Will I be what I am supposed to be? Solitude,quietitude,silent observance..looking deep within....understanding my thoughts....and not affected by external influences....smiling at the 'foes', forgiveness, gratitude and silently bearing all that God has given and has in store for me further.......is what I can think of at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111291245134412683?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111291245134412683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111291245134412683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111291245134412683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111291245134412683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/feeling.html' title='feeling...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111275120402219080</id><published>2005-04-05T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:33:24.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inertia...</title><content type='html'>...of escape from work..continueing in the form of repeated checking of news items and emails and encouraged by self-deception, and convincing oneself about the relevance of doing these repetitive tasks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111275120402219080?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111275120402219080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111275120402219080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111275120402219080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111275120402219080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/04/inertia.html' title='inertia...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111201007064957748</id><published>2005-03-28T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:42:52.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>glimpses....</title><content type='html'>...of 'possible' higher states in the early hours of the dawn. Glimpses or just imagination and self-deception? A gale, a hurricane recently passed by, to be replaced with strong wind, a wind blowing on since ages, bringing in the most unexpected experiences which could never have been imagined. Certainly the winds have not yet broken the young tree, they have only made it stronger, more resistant to withstand the storms which might lie ahead in it's future. In the process they sap out other essential ingredients needed for the growth and sustenance of the tree, creating a strange paradox which asks us the question whether these turbulent times are really beneficial ? It is upto the tree now to use it's experience and self-control in making proper use of these essential resources in ensuring its survival in this growingly aggresive and competitive world. Oh my dear living entity! You already have everything you desire for....put an end to your imagination about reaching that perfect utopian state and look at what you have. Self-confidence and concentration are what will make you ...what you wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111201007064957748?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111201007064957748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111201007064957748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111201007064957748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111201007064957748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/03/glimpses.html' title='glimpses....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111135459624499969</id><published>2005-03-20T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:38:29.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wind...</title><content type='html'>...strong wind...bringing up hidden thoughts..making them fly around like fallen autumn leaves...only to make me realize how thin that self-made protected coating of favorable thoughts really was...breaking it...shaking me up...but in the process..removing the unwanted impurities..purifying the mind...instilling confidence arising from a greater sense of maturity, an understanding of the 'practical' aspect of life...the wind which does more than shake the branches and trees...it shakes the very roots of society and culture-imposed thought pattern in my mind created through the years....the roots are deep...but they will be uprooted eventually and replaced with a strong sapling...which on maturing will not be ever affected by the fiercest gale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111135459624499969?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111135459624499969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111135459624499969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111135459624499969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111135459624499969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/03/wind.html' title='wind...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111112985378438790</id><published>2005-03-18T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T02:10:53.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daze...</title><content type='html'>...in a slight daze...not totally with myself...automated thoughts, involuntary actions ,habits ....driving me to do things...which might not be the best to do at the moment. Postponing, escaping , false assurance...though there was a brief period of rediscovery of the inner self which can concentrate....but again the habits over the months, possibly even years come back...making it difficult to break free...got to pull the energies together and finish this within the next few hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111112985378438790?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111112985378438790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111112985378438790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111112985378438790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111112985378438790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/03/daze.html' title='daze...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111101274364754986</id><published>2005-03-16T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:39:03.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being still...</title><content type='html'>....is what i'm trying to be...digressing thoughts shoot around...impulses use the precious mental energy to run around, distract.....a slight feeling of fatigue...of body and mind.....trying as usual...probably on a slightly subtler note.....but still the same, struggling, self-conscious self....any improvement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111101274364754986?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111101274364754986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111101274364754986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111101274364754986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111101274364754986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-still.html' title='Being still...'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111087979332216640</id><published>2005-03-15T04:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T04:43:13.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exploring....</title><content type='html'>and trying....&lt;br /&gt;exploring new methods..avenues....trying to sustain..infact create interest...and channel that enthusiasm into the completion of more immediate and important tasks. Should not have the crave for self-recognition because that is what pollutes the mind...and sincerity of action. This holds even as i type this...and subtle thoughts shoot out through the neurons.....the situation is more understandable now...but it is strange....very strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111087979332216640?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111087979332216640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111087979332216640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111087979332216640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111087979332216640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/03/exploring.html' title='exploring....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002266.post-111001206158132709</id><published>2005-03-05T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T03:41:01.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sanity ....</title><content type='html'>... is something which needs to be retained at this moment. Losing this is not tough if the unwanted things possible in the future do take place. Life is going through upheavals never seen before....on second thought...these turbulent times do seem to be bringing about a positive change...maybe back to the correct path...But sometimes the storm is a little too threatening...something which can bend a tender , inexperienced stem to its maximum limit.....oh stem....you will grow into a strong trunk...the future depends on you....do hold on....do not break !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002266-111001206158132709?l=veetel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/feeds/111001206158132709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002266&amp;postID=111001206158132709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111001206158132709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002266/posts/default/111001206158132709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veetel.blogspot.com/2005/03/sanity.html' title='sanity ....'/><author><name>v_tel001</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054868709250517790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/95/225782413_d15225ea54_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
