Where the hell do you live?

[austintorn@aol.com]

The only purpose of life is to be—
finding your own meaning therein;
but, questions yet remain,
such as "What is Life?"
(and it's point).
To find the answer,
one must live it fully
(with goodness).

[mkirkpatrick]

The only purpose of life is to be—

finding your own meaning therein;
but, questions yet remain,
such as "What is Life?"
(and it's point).
To find the answer,
one must live it fully

(with goodness).

Have just seen this post of yours,truly we must Live life to understand it,and goodness
surely smoothes the way.Cheers Austin.

regards michael.

[Drifter]

I really enjoyed reading this thread.
Has anyone read of the Eddy brothers?
A well documented event(s) with photos which are somewhat super-natural but not at all unbelieveable.
I felt it pertinent to this post so I hope you find the same material I did, quite interesting to say the least.

Rumi - Guest House
This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL

By G. de Purucker

[From WIND OF THE SPIRIT, pages 78-80.]

I ask your very reverent attention to a profound and beautiful
fact of nature. To me this thought is one of the most beautiful
of our Theosophical doctrines. It is of the "angels" guarding
us, what Christians call "Guardian Angels."

This wonderful doctrine, which is such a comfort and help to men
in time of stress and trouble, is no longer understood by the
Christians of this day, because they have lost the original
meaning of it. They seem to think that it is an angel outside of
oneself deputed by Almighty God to be a kind of protecting parent
over the child. Some Christians seem to think that when the
child attains adulthood the Guardian Angel departs. This
doctrine of protective and guiding spiritual influences in the
world is a very old doctrine of the Wisdom-Religion. It was
taught in Persia, India, Egypt, amongst the Druids, and as far as
I know, everywhere.

It is simply this: that there is in and over man a spirit or
power guiding him, instilling hope and comfort and peace and
righteousness into his mind and heart; and that he who is ready
to receive this and does receive it will guide himself by the
inner mandates, and do so openly. He will be more or less
conscious of the companionship of the Guardian Angel, be
conscious of this companionship as a helper, with him day and
night, never failing, always guiding, teaching him to save
himself. But the mind and heart must be ready to receive;
otherwise, the brain does not catch the guidance and the
inspiration.

What is this Guardian Angel? You may call it a Dhyani-Chohan.
Our own particular technical name for it is the Sanskrit word:
Chitkara: thought-worker. You remember it was stated of the
great Greek philosopher, Socrates, that he was guided by his
inner daemon, his constant companion, which in his case strangely
enough never told him what to do, but always warned him what not
to do. Frequently when he was undecided as to what course to
pursue, he would go apart and close his eyes and remain quiet,
trying to free his mind from all the debris, claptrap, noise, and
burly-burly of tramping thoughts, in other words cleansing and
emptying the brain so that the Guardian Angel inside could
penetrate into the brain-stuff. Such in his case was the
Guardian Angel.

Now what is this Guardian Angel? Is it outside of man? It is a
part of man's spirit. It is pertinent to his pneumatology, not
the human part, but rather a part of his spiritual being. You
can call it the Higher Self, but I prefer to call it the
Spiritual Self, because the phrase "Higher Self" in Theosophy has
a meaning containing certain restricted ideas. Thus, man's
inmost entity, the Guardian Angel, this spiritual self, is as a
god compared with the man of flesh, the man of this brain.
Compared with his knowledge, it has omniscience; compared with
his vision, it has vision of the past, present, and future, which
three really are but one eternal NOW in the ever present.

This Guardian Angel will always strive and is incessantly
striving to guide its willful errant child, the man of flesh.
There is the whole thing in a nutshell, and if you can make your
mind pervious to this inner monitor, and follow its mandates,
your life will be safe, happy, and prosperous.

Of course, you have to go through whatever your karma has for
you, that is, whatever you have wrought in the past; it will have
to work itself out. If you put your finger in the fire, it will
be burned. If you catch your foot in the machine, it will be
crushed. But the inner warrior, the Guardian Angel, once you
come into its fellowship, in time will prevent your putting your
finger into the fire, or placing your foot where it could be
crushed.

As for myself, my own life has been saved six times by this, and
I know whereof I speak. And I only blame myself for not having
begun sooner as a younger man to try to cultivate and to try to
bring about an even closer consciousness or self-realization of
this wonderful guide, this divine spark, this spiritual self in
me: the very stuff of divinity. Compared to me, my Guardian is
an angel, a god.

The only difference between the ordinary man on the one hand and
the Christ-man and the Buddha-man on the other is this: that we
ordinary men have not succeeded in becoming absolutely at one
with the Guardian Angel within, and the Buddhas and the Christs
have. The Buddha or Christ is one who has made himself, his
whole being, his heart, so pervious to the entrance of the
Guardian Angel within him that that Guardian Angel within him has
actually embodied himself, so that the lower man is scarcely any
longer there. The Guardian Angel then speaks with the lips of
flesh; it is the Bodhisattva, the inner Christ.

These are some of the forgotten values in human life, and I know
no values greater than these two things. First: you are one with
the universe, one with divinity, inseparable from it. Then it
does not much matter what happens to you. Whatever comes is a
part of the universal destiny. You become filled with courage,
hope, and peace. And the other forgotten value is what I have
just called the Chitkara. Let that Guardian Angel live in you
and speak through you as soon as may be.

I speak what I know, not only with regard to saving from trouble
and from peril, but from dangers of all kinds. It will instill
peace, comfort, and happiness and wisdom and love, for all these
are its nature. These things are especially needed in the world
today by poor mankind, most of humanity feeling today that all
the trouble in the world has happened by chance, that there is no
way out except by a lucky fluke of fate. That is all tommyrot.
This world is a world of law and order, and if we break these
rules of law and order, we suffer.

Oh, that man would realize these simple verities of Universal
Nature! They are so helpful. They give meaning to life and
inject a marvelous purpose into it. They give incentive to do
our jobs and to do them like men. They make us love our
fellowmen. That is ennobling for us, an ennobling feeling in
anyone, for it is obvious that the man who loves none but himself
is constricting his consciousness into a little knot, and there
is no expansion or grandeur in him. Whereas, the man who loves
his fellowmen and thereby begins to love all things, both great
and small -- his consciousness goes out, begins to embrace,
comprehend, and to take in all. It becomes finally universal
feeling, universal sympathy, universal understanding. This is
grand, and this is godlike.

About 2o years ago,I worked in a hostel for drug and alcohol addicts,it was a
very old large farmhouse,set in 5 acres of land,which aptly enough used to
belong to one of the Guiness family!!!There were 12 residents,and the dog
Nelly!hence the title.One chap there,came to see me one day,as i returned from weelend leave.He went on to descibe to me about an "appearance in his
room,he said that first it appeared like blue smoke rising from the end of his bed,he said that at first he thought that maybe he had thrown a still lit
cigerette into his bin,and that was causing the blue smoke.But no,this "haze"
then began to take form,and show its self a a female,who was dressed in
clothes of the last century.The chap in question,was not in any way afraid of this,i offered him a change of rooms but he refused.We sought advice about what to do,it was decided to pray for her to be lead away to somewhere better than whewre she was,in a state of limbo.after about a week of doing this,she stopped appearing.this upset the man in question,who had grown quite used to her by now.nothing more was heard of her again,except one night about 3 months
later,she briefly appeared in his room.with a beaming smile.and just said thank you so very much!!!She never ever returned.
regards michael.

[Drifter]

Edgar Cayce’s Meditation

I see myself as a tiny dot out of my physical body, which lies inert before me. I find myself oppressed by darkness and there is a feeling of terrific loneliness. Suddenly, I am conscious of a white beam of light. As this tiny dot, I move upward following the light, knowing that I must follow it or be lost.
As I move along this path of light I gradually become conscious of various levels upon which there is movement. Upon the first levels there are vague, horrible shapes, grotesque forms such as one sees in nightmares. Passing on, there begin to appear on either side misshapen forms of human beings with some part of the body magnified. Again there is change and I become conscious of gray-hooded forms moving downward. Gradually, these become lighter in color. Then the direction changes and these forms move upward and the color of the robes grows rapidly lighter. Next, there begin to appear on either side vague outlines of houses, walls, trees, etc., but everything is motionless. As I pass on, there is more light and movement in what appear to be normal cities and towns. With the growth of movement I become conscious of sounds, at first indistinct rumblings, then music, laughter, and singing of birds. There is more and more light, the colors become very beautiful, and there is the sound of wonderful music. The houses are left behind, ahead there is only a blending of sound and color. Quite suddenly I come upon a hall of records. It is a hall without walls, without ceiling, but I am conscious of seeing an old man who hands me a large book, a record of the individual for whom I seek information.

The mind can't do anything except extend the frontiers of it's own ignorance.
--Ramana Maharshi

(one should consider here R.M. is speaking of the "relative mind" or ego, ergo the I thought, as Uncle Edward 'above' is speaking from/as his Etheric Double postulate, aka, "The Christ State".)

Love
-Drifter

[Drifter]

Where do I live, that's a very good question my friend and it has perlexed me for some time.
Several years ago, around my 50th birthday, not to the day, I had a T.I.A., I didn't realize it for what it was until the next day or so. E.R. doctors gave me nitroglycerin, and sent me home, when the leading E.R. Doctor came in the next day he called me and ask to see me immediately. He then told me I had been mis-diagnosed and sent home, when I should have been admitted for more tests. He did these tests and gave me the diagnosis, I had to have carotid surgery for a blocked artery to the brain on the right side. That area that was blocked caused the blood to stop flowing to one side of the brain which caused it to die. The symptoms were apparent by that time. Very obvious physical anomalies in balance, sight, cognition, speech, emotions. I needed to wait a month before they would attempt to 're-irrigate' that side of my brain, to prevent a brain hemorrhage and death on the table during the procedure. I went in at the appointed time, they prepped and sedated me, wheeled me into the O.R., and I was out. Funny thing. Out of nowhere, there was a consciousness, a nobody, a perceiving, of the whole theatre. Up, a little above the heads of everyone there. No 'body' or anything (eyes, ears, etc)associated with this awareness, perceiving, it was just a perception, a here, a now, a knowing.
Seeing what I formerly thought was me, or I, as I thought "I" thought I was. This was a New "I" (Eye), and I knew It. I knew I had known It before. It was familiar to me in some strange new sense. Seeing the old man I thought "I" was, was a New Man. At this point (this bonding or what felt like returning home)it did not matter whether the old man got up and walked again or if 'he' went to the Cemetery or the Crematorium. Where this New Man, "I" was, death was not a possibility, like being born into a celestial youth. This could not be touched by any of 'that', (old age, sickness and death).This 'remembrance' has been my closet companion and confidant, since that awakening. I remember standing in front of a used book store sometime after 'recovery', and swearing a solemn oath to my self, I would if need be read every book on the subject in that bookstore until I found It again, no matter where it might lead me(subject-wise). I read a lot of books, some were down the wrong path, some were right on.The Holy Books and Advaita Vedanta, The Vedas, The Gitas, The Upanishads and many others, all pointed 'me' to That, which my heart so desired. I was willing to forsake every 'thing', physically/emotionally/psychologically(conditioning-old unquestioned absolutes) in my quest.

"IT" is I.

Namaste',
Drifter

~*~ (wings of spirit"

[mkirkpatrick]

Where do I live, that's a very good question my friend and it has perlexed me for some time.
Several years ago, around my 50th birthday, not to the day, I had a T.I.A., I didn't realize it for what it was until the next day or so. E.R. doctors gave me nitroglycerin, and sent me home, when the leading E.R. Doctor came in the next day he called me and ask to see me immediately. He then told me I had been mis-diagnosed and sent home, when I should have been admitted for more tests. He did these tests and gave me the diagnosis, I had to have carotid surgery for a blocked artery to the brain on the right side. That area that was blocked caused the blood to stop flowing to one side of the brain which caused it to die. The symptoms were apparent by that time. Very obvious physical anomalies in balance, sight, cognition, speech, emotions. I needed to wait a month before they would attempt to 're-irrigate' that side of my brain, to prevent a brain hemorrhage and death on the table during the procedure. I went in at the appointed time, they prepped and sedated me, wheeled me into the O.R., and I was out. Funny thing. Out of nowhere, there was a consciousness, a nobody, a perceiving, of the whole theatre. Up, a little above the heads of everyone there. No 'body' or anything (eyes, ears, etc)associated with this awareness, perceiving, it was just a perception, a here, a now, a knowing.
Seeing what I formerly thought was me, or I, as I thought "I" thought I was. This was a New "I" (Eye), and I knew It. I knew I had known It before. It was familiar to me in some strange new sense. Seeing the old man I thought "I" was, was a New Man. At this point (this bonding or what felt like returning home)it did not matter whether the old man got up and walked again or if 'he' went to the Cemetery or the Crematorium. Where this New Man, "I" was, death was not a possibility, like being born into a celestial youth. This could not be touched by any of 'that', (old age, sickness and death).This 'remembrance' has been my closet companion and confidant, since that awakening. I remember standing in front of a used book store sometime after 'recovery', and swearing a solemn oath to my self, I would if need be read every book on the subject in that bookstore until I found It again, no matter where it might lead me(subject-wise). I read a lot of books, some were down the wrong path, some were right on.The Holy Books and Advaita Vedanta, The Vedas, The Gitas, The Upanishads and many others, all pointed 'me' to That, which my heart so desired. I was willing to forsake every 'thing', physically/emotionally/psychologically(conditioning-old unquestioned absolutes) in my quest.

"IT" is I.

Namaste',
Drifter

~*~ (wings of spirit"

Thanks for your input here Drifter,and bringing life back into this thread,I now know where you live?

regards michael