T-O-E ''The One Everything''

[melanie]

Sure, I've read just about everything, even worked with the Buddhist girls, who said, "don't worry, nothing is real". They also liked hearing about string theory.

Did your 'I' disappear after reading just about everything related to esoteric knowledge?

Have you ever seen a string for real?

That's the great thing about being—one is free to make their own meaning out of life, even if it's only dream-wise, for the feeling is the message and that's the real. The implementation is only of interest to us TOE people.

Yes, the 0mnipresent 0ne is free to be, for it is everywhere all at 0nce.
Much diversity and many unique perspectives, yet all 0riginating from the same 0ne s0urce.

It is sensation / feeling / emotion that bring the dream to life, as sensations are sensed.
Without sensation there is just blankness / or pure awareness, like at the pre-birth state or in deep dreamless sleep.

So sensation is all there is, there is no fixed location for any sensation as all sensation appears from out of No-where...Now-here.

Sensation is not the person, it is the soul/spirit...for the spirit is free, the person who identifies sensation as their own, is in a state of contraction, fear and separation.

The mind brain body organism is the manifestation of the soul/spirit, a vehicle for expression,
knowing you are not the body is total freedom and liberation from duality.

[austintorn@aol.com]

You could say that the Dream forced diversity on the mini-dream forms that are us.


Did your 'I' disappear after reading just about everything related to esoteric knowledge?

No, the 'I' absorbed it and kept it in its personal memory.

The cafe owned by the Great Lama of the Northeast had good food and was my winter 'office' after I retired. Many good esoteric discussions there. It was unreal.


Have you ever seen a string for real?

No, so I don't believe in them yet. We've only seen atoms (IBM spelled its name with them), electrons (looks like a pebble in water creating waves, and the jets of quarks.

I've seen Nothing, though. Here it is:

[melanie]

You could say that the Dream forced diversity on the mini-dream forms that are us.

Huh? No comprehending this one.......

Did your 'I' disappear after reading just about everything related to esoteric knowledge?

No, the 'I' absorbed it and kept it in its personal memory.

So while absorbing, you were essentially re-membering re-cognizing your real impersonal self as and through your assumed personal self.

The cafe owned by the Great Lama of the Northeast had good food and was my winter 'office' after I retired. Many good esoteric discussions there. It was unreal.

Hmmm!! .... was it now?

I've seen Nothing, though. Here it is:

The I does not see nothing, it does not see everything.
Because the I cannot see itself.

Nothing has ever been seen.

No-thing which is another term for (every-thing)
no-thing has ever been seen, as all things are only known ideas.

Isn't that weird, it reminds me of 'nightly dreams' where i am wondering just who? is it,
that is seeing these images within the dream? as my eyes are obviously closed during the dream.

[austintorn@aol.com]

All is as real or not as the Advaita Vedanta.

The Dream notion, if it be held, must be carried through and through.

If so, the old Indian dream writings on dream paper cannot just be seen as the only real and therefore meaningful tpe of ideas when other dream writings on dream papers are not, for all should be writ on water with the feathery quill of smoke and fog.

[austintorn@aol.com]

The biggest crime in the world is… pen stealing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DgO4e4TmV8

[austintorn@aol.com]

The Buddha girls who worked in the cafe were the personable ones who could deal with the public. They wore regular clothes and didn’t have crew-cuts like some of the others. As I was there a lot, I helped serve when they were busy, sometimes helping to clean up when they closed. Then, on some nights, a particularly personable Buddha girl and I would take some blankets and go to the rriver cliffs and snuggle and kiss our lips into an eclipse. They are not like nuns. True, we became one, but before that we were separate.

[polarmedium]

Nothing is real.
Accept what you feel.

50/50

[melanie]

The Buddha girls who worked in the cafe were the personable ones who could deal with the public. They wore regular clothes and didn’t have crew-cuts like some of the others. As I was there a lot, I helped serve when they were busy, sometimes helping to clean up when they closed. Then, on some nights, a particularly personable Buddha girl and I would take some blankets and go to the rriver cliffs and snuggle and kiss our lips into an eclipse. They are not like nuns. True, we became one, but before that we were separate.

"Where two or three are gathered together in My name, there, "I AM", in the midst of them."

From impersonal Self to personal Self there are opposites, but no opposition.

Duality is only half of itself, that's why it is forever drawn to it's other half, to make one
in order to feel whole again.
IT plays hide and seek with itself, just for it's own amusement.
Why, cos, it's fun to share.
Want a piece of me?
No problem, for I AM everywhere.

Is there an opposite side to the moon?

[austintorn@aol.com]

Gems

(By the publisher of the one-of-a-kind edition)

These pearls of thought in Persion gulfs were bred,
Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
The diver Omar plcked them from their bed,
Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.


The Rare Book

(by Austin)

The lone jewel encrusted ‘Great Omar’,
Now worth over 20 milion dollars.
Sunk, with the mighty Titanic.
I plucked it up from the North Atlantic .


Video of my illustration of the Rubaiyat:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnS0dUe7pOY

[melanie]

All is as real or not as the Advaita Vedanta.

The Dream notion, if it be held, must be carried through and through.

If so, the old Indian dream writings on dream paper cannot just be seen as the only real and therefore meaningful tpe of ideas when other dream writings on dream papers are not, for all should be writ on water with the feathery quill of smoke and fog.

You can observe the observation, but not the observer.
You know you are the ultimate observer by direct insight, not by a logical process based on observation.
You are what you are, but you know what you are not.
The self is known as being, the not-self is known as transient.
But in reality all is in the mind.
The observed, observation and observer are mental constructs.
The self alone is.