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Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Pork, Trees and Blessings
Mood: Topic: My Thoughts PORK, TREES and BLESSINGS A long time ago, in an age we cannot comprehend, there was a farmer and his wife who were getting by with their crops and the eggs their hens faithfully made available nearly every morning. They were happy – with each other and, generally, with their circumstances. They had friends, family and enough to survive without a great deal of struggle. Until that day. Until the day the farmer had some learning to do. One day the farmer got in after a long day at work and decided to give his good wife a little respite from cooking and cleaning. He began the preparations for a slow cooked pork roast with potatoes, carrots, celery and a blend of spices handed down through countless generations. He spent an hour or more rubbing that pork roast with just the right spices and then another hour creating the perfect marinade. Tenderly he had submersed the roast in the marinade and knew it would be perfect in the morning. And it was. With all the potatoes and celery and carrots and onion it fit just right. The farmer stoked the fire just enough to let his roast cook slowly with all the flavors mixing to perfection. He could taste it already even though it was hours from being done. But he had fields to tend. His day went well with few problems, but, in the back of his mind, was always the flavor of the meal he had so lovingly planned. It would last his family several days with sandwiches, soups and other leftovers. With anticipation he made his way home. When he opened the door the smell that filled his house was beyond anything he could have imagined. The farmer was pleased. He tested the vegetables and meat and found they would be done in only a few minutes. He poured two white wines and gave one to his wife. They sat outside and enjoyed the wine, but, more importantly, each others’ company. Their love for each other was unique among their neighbors. Each of them reveled in the fact. And each looked forward to the meal they were about to share. If only life could be so simple. The farmer disappeared into their simple kitchen and began to dish up the meal he had so delicately prepared. He was a little perturbed that his wife wasn’t as hungry has he, but he knew from the start that such a thing was a possibility. After all, he had seen the nibbling on the pork roast. At the moment it amused him. Even despite the disappointment that his wife’s appetite did not match his own, he dished up a plateful and thoroughly enjoyed every bite. And then they came. Innocent enough. Talking pie in the sky and things that could never be. But one by one they came. Even the farmer enjoyed their conversation for a bit. They were youthful and full of that same exuberance he so fondly remembered in his own youth. They were unstoppable. But soon it was time for the Farmer to amble down the quarter of a mile to the mail box, collect the contents and amble back. Ahhh, the difference a few minutes can make. Just as he was preparing to leave his wife drew him aside. “Would it be alright if I gave these three fine young men a little of your roast?” As much as the farmer wanted to say, “No,” he had learned some time ago that stinginess comes at its own price. And how could he say no to one he loved so much? He looked at the roast he had cooked. There seemed to be more than enough. “Remember,” the farmer cautioned, “these are three strong young men. They certainly don’t look underfed. Give them enough to savor the taste. Their bellies can be filled in their own homes.” He left for the mailbox. His heart began ever so slowly to fill with worry in the half mile walk there and back. He fought his troubled spirit and it was nearly vanquished as he saw his front porch. The boys were gone. He was glad of the fact. The farmer entered his home and again enjoyed the smell of roast and potatoes that filled the place. He went into the kitchen for just a little more. But there was no more. The roast was little more than bone. The only potatoes left were bits and pieces mixed with carrots and celery. His spirit flared in anger. But without an object to settle upon his anger was muted. He was, for a moment, angry at his wife. That soon turned to anger toward the boys. No sooner had it centered on the three young men than it turned on the farmer himself for having agreed to feed them. And then the anger settled. It was heavy on his own heart; not for agreeing, but for being angry at all. Still, he was angry. That roast and the leftovers should have given three days of food for him and his wife. Now, after only a meal apiece, it was gone. He knew that it was dangerous to speak of it right then and so, for a few minutes he avoided his wife and fumed within himself. Finally he walked out into the growing darkness and back behind the barn to the small stream that flowed along the edge of his property. He walked quickly with each step nearly measured into a march. His heart ached and his mind was flooded with all things he should have said but didn’t. With all the things he should have done, but failed to do. Then, amid the rush of excuses and frustration another thought quietly entered. It stopped him in his tracks. “Consider the flowers in the field. They don’t spin or work. And yet they don’t worry about their future. They know they will be taken care of.” It was something from an old, abandoned holy book the farmer and his wife had long ago been taught as children. And, normally, it would have been dismissed from his mind as soon as it entered. But it came so quietly and so powerfully . . . amidst all the myths and fairy tales within that ancient text, a grain of truth shown through. The farmer stopped and quickly searched the ground for flowers. He didn’t see any in the twilight. But he saw the trees. An endless row of cottonwoods, oaks and elm trees lined the stream on either side. Their branches splaying upward into the darkening sky. Immediately he understood the quiet thought – both in its rightness and in its wrongness. He knew these trees did not work or worry. His thought was right. The trees simply grew. In leaner years when the stream was all but dry, they grew less. Perhaps they dropped their leaves a little earlier. But they lived in a splendor and grandness that went well beyond words. But the quiet thought was wrong, too. Although the trees did not work, they were always providing. Their roots gave constant sanctuary to a hundred types of burrowing insects as well as safety to rabbits and foxes. The bark provided shelter for countless small bugs. The branches were home for birds and squirrels and even the caterpillars who took nourishment from the leaves until they would finally break out into hundreds of golden butterflies. The farmer even noticed a large hole half way up one old oak. He remembered that a family of raccoons used to live there – probably still did. He knew that during the midday heat these trees provided him with needed shade. And he had heard somewhere they even produced the air he breathed. They provided, constantly. They knew that they were provided for and so, without worry or hesitation, they provided for life around them. The cycle of provision was simply a part of life. And it included the farmer. And his wife. And the three exuberant young men. The farmer’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude and learning and amazement. The anger faded away into joy. He stood for quite some time simply contemplating the life around him there by the stream and how each part intermingled with all the other parts in a seamless tapestry of creation. And slowly the farmer began to realize he was not unimportant in that weave. As was everything he saw, he was an integral thread. With tears still welling he began to slowly retrace his steps along the stream. Each one brought new thoughts of oneness. And of gratitude. As the farmer approached the narrow path leading away from the stream and toward his barn he noticed a lady approaching. He thought to himself, “I must share my joy. If she comes near before I turn off the path, I will speak.” The lady was looking downward with arms crossed. When she looked up it was obvious her face was in turmoil. There was no happiness within it. Terse and wrinkled by frowns. Immediately when she saw the farmer she turned on her heel and quickly began walking away. The farmer sighed and decided that perhaps his sharing was not to be this day. He began to make his way down the foot-trail toward his barn when suddenly the woman stopped and turned around again. Upon seeing the farmer heading away, she again put her face down, folded her arms and continued back the way she was first going. The farmer recognized both her need and her fear. He stepped into the tall grass a few feet from the barn path but several yards away from the path by the stream. He waited for her to cross as close as she was going to. She did not notice him. “Madam . . .” no response. Louder this time, “Madam . . .” The lady stopped not quite sure whether to run and, if so, which way. She looked cautiously at the farmer. “Madam . . . this is a holy place tonight. As you enter it, be blessed. Your presence has blessed me already as has the beauty of the stream and trees.” He turned to continue on to his barn. The lady stood frozen for just a moment. And then her face began to melt into the softness for which it was intended. A self-conscious smile crossed her lips and her eyes began to sparkle ever so slightly. She called back only loud enough to be heard. “Thank you, kind sir. God bless you too.” The farmer stopped but did not turn. He could tell in her voice that she was realizing a little of what he had just learned. There was a spring in his step as he came around the barn and headed for the house. His wife stood on the porch waiting for him. She was ready with an apology already on her lips. The farmer paused for only a moment and gently pressed a finger to those lips. “No need.” He took her hand and together they went into their home. The door closed. And the world opened just a little more.
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I Have Returned Again
Mood: Well, after eight months I have found my way back onto the web. It hasn't changed much. It has been a relatively uneventful eight months. The one big event was thay my youngest daughter got married to a great young man. My congratulations go out to Amber and Brandon. My roommate also took a boyfriend and they seem to be making steady progress to a long lasting, healthy relationship. Congrats to Ron and Brandon also (no, no . . . it is a different Brandon). I've been doing some photography and will be adding some of those pictures to my web page in the near future. I have also done more computer art which I have posted on my webpage in my ART section. I have even had four of those pieces bought by someone and am likely to be commissioned for at least one more piece. I don't think I'm going to get rich off of it, but every little bit helps. Since my former roommate took a boyfriend and moved out I now have a new roommate. Donovan is a rather quiet young man and things seem to be working out pretty well. And, finally, at work, I have been promoted to ISS Program Manager with a nice raise. Again, it's not going to make me rich, but it does help. Sorry this post hasn't been too philosophical, I just wasn't feeling philosophical this morning. Perhaps I'll get back to the spiritual / philosophical side before too long. Until then, I hope everyone has a great day, week, month, year or decade (depending on how long it is until my next post. Neil PS: Always remember - "When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change."
Sunday, 20 January 2008
Verse 6
Mood: (I pay attention to my inner callings and apply my own uniqueness to everything I undertake.)
The spirit that never dies is called the mysterious feminine. Although she becomes the whole universe, her immaculate purity is never lost. Although she assumes countless forms, her true identity remains intact.
The gateway to the mysterious female is called the root of creation.
Listen to her voice, hear it echo through creation. Without fail, she reveals her presence. Without fail, she brings us to our own perfection. Although it is invisible, it endures; it will never end.
First Thoughts This verse harkens back to many of the same themes we’ve already discussed. The ideas that god is eternal, is hidden, is the creator, is pure, and inexhaustible are all mentioned within the few translations I’ve read. It makes me wonder what insights other translations may give. I have some homework to do. And, as I do, I may come back to revisit this verse. But for now, I want to spend just a few moments talking about a couple topics this verse touches on. These are things I need to learn for myself. They are things I may well be learning for the rest of my life for just as god is eternal and inexhaustible, its mysteries are bottomless. There is always more to learn. Everybody has Tao in them. They just have to use it. or another two sentences by Mitchell: It is always present within you. You can use it anyway you want. I guess the way I would sum it up from my own experience is that, since all that exists was not only created by the spirit but from the very substance of the spirit, all of creation depends upon and is constantly utilizing that spirit. Our creator creates. It creates within itself rather than apart from itself. Now, I don’t believe that god has been created (made) nor do I believe it to have any tangible substance. However, everything that has been or will be made is formed from its intangible material. And although the term is inadequate to express the complete nature of our source, ‘energy’ is as close to an adequate term as I can come right now. As the first law of thermodynamics states, “Energy cannot be created or destroyed.” It can only be converted from one from into another. So how do we intangibly share our creator’s energy and to what purpose should we share in that awesome power? I am still working through that one myself so I won’t be going into any detail right now. I don’t know those details. But one thing I have learned is that we share the energy that is within us via the law of attraction. In the physical world we call it gravity. As we go on in the Tao Te Ching we will dig further into this idea of using, utilizing and/or sharing the energy with which and within which we were both created and exist. And maybe we’ll even find some ways to consciously use our source on the intangible side of life just as we do on the tangible side now. I’m not talking about miracles and ‘signs and wonders’ (although I have no problem with those things either). I am talking about creating our own, individual lives in ways that we desire rather than simply in ways that we allow to happen.
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Tao Te Ching Verse 5
Mood: V (I will work at eliminating all of my judgments of others.) Heaven and earth are impartial; The sage is like heaven and earth: Between heaven and earth is a space like a bellows; Hold on to the center. First Thoughts The Bible puts it like this: (Jesus speaking) “You have heard that it was said ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly father is perfect.” (Matthew 5:43-48) Now there are interpretations of this passage with which I would passionately disagree, but once you boil down what was actually said, it is in complete agreement with the Tao. (OK, OK, maybe the Tao is in complete agreement with the Bible in this case. That is a straw man argument that is not worth exploring.) Both say that our source, creator, god, whatever does not sit in judgment on creation. Nor should we. There will be those who say that to limit the biblical interpretation to the essence of that about which Jesus is actually talking, would be to give license to us all to be either good or evil. The argument is foolish from the beginning. On the other hand, the traditional interpretation visits judgment and fear onto those who subscribe to it and the creator has no need for any of that. It simply provides what its creation believes it needs. As to those whose acts are evil or unrighteous, eventually they will simply reap what their hearts believe about themselves (not their egos… their hearts.) Dyer puts a second stanza into the first part of this verse of the Tao Te Ching. I’m not sure why nor am I sure it really belongs here. It does not seem to be supported by the other translations of the Tao that I’ve found. Since there are thousands of translations I cannot say it isn’t included in some of the others. But, if we are to reflect our creator, I wonder if our hearts will not lead us to give to those who believe that life supplies. That is not to say that we should not give without judgment. Rather it is to say that we ought to give in alignment with our god. The more closely we reflect that which is our source the more we will give to those who are aligning themselves with that source. We do need to be very careful in this. My personal opinion is that we will begin to see a change in our giving. It will not be something we decide to change. But if the Tao supplies to its creation what that creation believes it deserves, and if we are to more and more reflect the Tao, wouldn’t we see ourselves as naturally supplying to others what they believe they deserve? I think so. We don’t need to employ judgment. We simply need to employ discernment as to what our creator has in mind. WWJD? WWGD? WWCD? WWSD? WWTD? Jesus, god, creator, source, Tao… it doesn’t matter. What we ought to do is the single question. And in this matter of giving, there is no right and wrong answer. But, at the same time, shouldn’t our intention be to reflect our source? To be like the bellows that is empty and yet inexhaustible? To give of ourselves like that requires faith. I know… another religious word. Two things I’ve found to be true concerning faith is that it always… always… has an object and that we live much of our lives in faith. We have faith that the lights will come on when we flip the switch. We have faith that water will appear when we turn on the faucet. We have faith that we will return safely when we get in our cars. If we did not have that faith there would be no point in flipping the switch, turning on the faucet or getting in the car. In each of these instances (and countless others) we layer our faith in a lot of different things. Some of those things most of us cannot explain. We have faith that the light switch works, that the light bulb is good, that the electric company is sending the power, that the light bill is paid, that the principle of electricity is still working… we could go on. We won’t. But if we didn’t have faith in each one of those, wouldn’t we check each one before we flipped the switch? And that brings us to the question of exactly on what is our faith in life based? The majority of us have been taught that the object of our faith is god… regardless of what we have named that god. We have learned that the object is ‘out there’ somewhere; that it is separated from us; that we are at the mercy of its benevolence. That isn’t true. It is a lie perpetrated in order to control the masses. However, if we are truly creations that are not separated from our creator… if we are, as the Bible says, created in the image of god… if the very essence of our source is what we are made of… then the object of faith is within us. Not in some egotistical way, but in a way that recognizes the fact that we are neither separated from god or from each other or from any of creation for everything that is resides within and is endowed with the creator. We should not be benevolent because god tells us to be. Rather we should be benevolent because that is the nature with which we have been created. We can truly be the bellows – empty and inexhaustible. Again I must mention Hogan’s translation. We can be empty… ‘but we are able to set the world on fire’ if the object of our faith is within us rather than separated from us. If our faith stems from our own nature rather than from something else’s nature. So, obviously, I need to learn the last stanza of this verse. “If you keep talking about it, it won’t make any sense.” (Hogan) and “Much speech to swift exhaustion lead we see; your inner being guard, and keep it free.” (Legge) and “Hold on to the center” (Mitchell). I’ll be quiet for a bit hoping we all find the center of that which is us and that which has created us and that which holds us together. They are one and the same. As Dyer says: Hold on to the center.
Saturday, 8 December 2007
Tao Te Ching 4
Mood:
(The all providing God is empty yet inexhaustible.) The creator is empty but inexhaustible, bottomless, the ancestor of it all. Within it, the sharp edges become smooth; the twisted knots loosen; the sun is softened by a cloud; the dust settles into place. It is hidden but always present. I do not know who gave birth to it. It seems to be the common ancestor of all, the father of things.
We begin this verse by delving into the nature of God. One thing I’ve learned is that I have a great deal yet to learn. But another thing I’ve learned is that God isn’t some elderly gentleman or some flowing robed matron sitting on a golden throne in the sky. It does not insist upon being worshipped. It does not require sacrifices. It does not make arbitrary rules to which creation must conform in order to be accepted. It puts all the man-made gods of any organized religion to shame in its simplicity.
It cannot be cut, knotted, dimmed or stilled; The creator cannot be damaged, restrained, reduced or stopped. No one can ever get to the bottom of it. It exists within contradiction and it exists forever. Truly, the source of all things (which, remember, is the very fabric from which all of creation is fashioned) is the father and mother of all things.
Sunday, 25 November 2007
Verse 3
Mood: (I know that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way.)
Putting a value on status will create contentiousness. If you overvalue possessions, people begin to steal. By not displaying what is desirable, you cause the people’s hearts to remain undisturbed.
The sage governs by emptying minds and hearts, by weakening ambitions and strengthening bones.
Practice not doing . . . When action is pure and selfless, everything settles into its own perfect place.
I’ve had a real tough time with this one. Understanding it wasn’t difficult; accepting it was. I don’t know that I’ve entirely accepted it yet. It flies in the face of the American way. Actually, it defies the human ego regardless of where one lives. I can accept the principle, but the practice is not so easy.
By not displaying what is desirable, you cause the people’s hearts to remain undisturbed
“I just bought orchestra seats for such and such show.” “Oh no! I dare not sit because my new, expensive, designer suit might wrinkle.” “I couldn’t eat a thing. We just had dinner at some terribly upscale bistro.” Of course few of us would use such condescending tones as we verbally display our nice things. But regardless of the words we use, if our egos are in control, our attitudes will produce the same effect in others.
The sage governs by emptying minds and hearts, by weakening ambitions and strengthening bones.
The Master leads and makes them suck in their guts.
The Master leads by emptying people’s minds and filling their cores, by weakening their ambition and toughening their resolve.
Stop doing stuff all the time, and watch what happens.
Saturday, 17 November 2007
Tao Te Ching
Mood: II (When my work is done, it is forgotten. That is why it lasts forever.) Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty, Being and nonbeing produce each other. So the sage lives openly with apparent duality When the work is done, it is forgotten. First Thoughts I think I would like to suggest this be taken a step further. And a step back. For me, I agree that beauty and good are subjective phrases just like ugliness and evil. I rather imagine everyone in the world would have slightly different opinions on what they find beautiful and good. However, for me, I am beginning to realize those terms are exclusionary terms rather than inclusive ones. They are judgments rather than truths.
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Tao Te Ching - 1
Mood: Verse I (I choose to enjoy living the great mystery. The God that can be named is not God.)
The creator that can be told is not the eternal creator. The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The creator is both named and nameless. As nameless it is the origin of all things; as named it is the mother of 10,000 things.
Ever desireless, one can see the mystery; ever desiring, one sees only the manifestations. And the mystery itself is the doorway to all understanding.
We have been limiting our idea of ‘God’ far too much. We have been defining God’s role, ability, motive and attitude to suit our own (or to match our own.) The moment we are able to define God in any respect, we have lost the true God. Or, worse yet, we have replaced the true God.
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Tao Te Ching
Mood: Topic: My Thoughts Having long ago figured out that organized religion was something that was invented in order to control people, I abandoned the faith of my childhood. Since then I've been exploring where the underlying truths of religion are hidden. I've been looking at the Tao Te Ching most recently. While it has come to be most closely associated with Buddhism, I'm finding that these verses contain some of the simplest and some of the most complex truths I've yet found. And I am convinced that it was never intended to become a Buddhist holy text. Over the next little while I am going to be exploring my own thoughts on the Tao Te Ching here on my Blog.
Tao Te Ching
(When I change the way I look at things, the things I look at change.) - Dr. Wayne Dyer
My Thoughts This presumes we have the right and ability to change the way we look at things. And, of course, we do. In fact, we change the way we look at things a lot during our lives. From the people we allow into our lives (and those we allow to drift away) to the types of foods we eat and enjoy. Most of those things happen passively. But we also have the ability to actively change the way we look at things. It will take practice – repetition – but it is quite possible. This is not necessarily from the Tao Te Ching. But the principle of changing the way we look at things is found throughout those verses. As we change the way we look at things the things we look at will change. And our attitude toward those things will change. And our relationships with those things will change. And we will find ourselves becoming far more than we ever dreamt we might be. Is this because of the religion the Tao Te Ching has come to represent? Not at all. But because of the truth the Tao Te Ching reveals. It is the same truth many other sacred books reveal. The language and history behind those books differ… but the underlying truths remain the same. We will now begin to explore the Tao Te Ching itself.
Saturday, 5 May 2007
My Day
Mood: Topic: My Thoughts Well, it was a rather uneventful day. I went shopping with my roommate to help him get his cleaning business going. I have shopping, but, since I'm investing a little in the business, I guess I needed to do it. Outside of that it was a quiet, cold, rainy day. Maybe tomorrow I'll go gambling in Blackhawk. Depends on the weather... it's still snowing up there from time to time. Anyway, that's all for now. Neil
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