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Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://riversong.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 18:00:05 GMT

Well, you are my friend, and if you consider me so far off the mark, I consider it your responsibility to stay with the process and make whatever you are so adamant about more clear to me. And as for Ramsses, holy godhead....I told god to fuck himself when I was ten years old, and although I can appreciate there is more to god than I then appreciated, I would do it again if I had too....especially to the god as you have given us in our Egyptian Song, cruel and rude, demanding heartless submission rather than full soul and heart embodied surrender, and the choice and intention that is embedded in this.......No wonder the place is a desert and strife abounds. We can do better.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://brucealderman.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:51:59 GMT

Ramsses, your earlier letter made me laugh. Of course I can't address "God" (or Ramsses-as-God) as son. My last post was actually something I wrote for my son, a couple years ago; I posted it because it "sort of" fit, particularly talking about the Nile and crocodiles. I'm not actually trying to relate to you, or the character Ramsses, as my son.

I understand that Ramsses represents Godhead. It appears to me that some of us are also, occasionally, trying to talk to Chris...but are having a hard time finding him!

Warm wishes,

Balder

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 15:26:39 GMT

No, you're missing it, Jane. And so are you, Balder and Ma Rig Pa.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://riversong.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 13:15:21 GMT

That is all good and fine, judging this or that as petty and contemptible. It still begs that we stay present and forge an alternative that does not kill us.....

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 04:33:45 GMT

Although it is the fashion nowadays for any woman who can scream loudly enough in testimony to her stigmata to be accorded instant sanctification and have men kneel before her abuse, I find it petty and contemptible.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://ma-rig-pa.gaia.com — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 00:25:21 GMT

Beautiful, B.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://riversong.gaia.com — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 13:42:34 GMT

Push the haughty lady Through that toothy, silly smile! As fast as she's dismembered There'll be peace upon the Nile. But careful, please dear Ramsses She lives only in your dread. The gnashing tooth upon the bone Is the crunching of your head.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://riversong.gaia.com — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 13:16:43 GMT

If You Should Meet a Crocodile If you should meet a crocodile Don't take a stick and poke him; Ignore the welcome in his smile, Be careful not to stroke him. For as he sleeps upon the Nile, He thinner gets, and thinner, And whenever you meet a crocodile, He's ready for his dinner. Author unknown

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 05:13:48 GMT

Even in the Holy of Holies, in divine communion with Amun, Ramsses heard the snoring of the trumpets of Bon. Zorokothora Melchizzedek. The name reverberated through monastery walls, plunging valleys and the entire length of the Himalayas, that mightiest of all mountain ranges, even across deserts and seas to the deepest depths of the Temple of Karnak. What news was this? Yet again the High Priest was shedding his form? Did he actually dare to address Ramsses as his son? Ramsses roused himself in fury at this impertinence. Although outwardly the most gentle, kind, thoughtful, courteous and self-effacing of men, Ramsses was extremely particular about observances to his dignity. Why was he always the one who had to go to the rescue? Now it was up to him to track that wandering soul and bring him back. What had he gained among those croaking monks?

Never before had such a sight been seen in Tibet. The Eye of Horus blazed in the sky with a terrifying crash of thunder. Far away in a distant land a baby giggled in the bulrushes.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://brucealderman.gaia.com — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 03:24:16 GMT

My son, as I write this, I am perched on a mountain in the Himalayan air. In a few days the old man's phurba will divide me until there's nothing there. Beyond the time we've spent together, what is left to say? I am the ray of light, and your mother the crystal that sparked the prism of your smile. If you cry for me, my heart-son, be sure you cry the Nile: Hold nothing back, but with thanks, feed the children and the crocodiles that gather on your banks.

My child, this world is a place of shadows, but it is our only home; it is the concrescence of desire and the spaciousness of Om. In the brilliance of their meeting, what is left to say? I found myself in the present motion of my hand, tapping grain by careful grain the colored shapes of sand, brilliant as the disk of sun; and I'll give myself to the Eastern wind when it lifts up what I've done.

You are not with me, my son, but I'm sure you hear these snoring trumpets shake the monastery walls. They are the voices of mountains, thoughts, and waterfalls. When you see where they are pointing, what is left to say? The self is Gift, and Gift is the thunder of the deep that splits the mighty world in two and makes the statues weep.

Listen, my son, I have only a few more things to say!

Emaho! Life is wonderful and pure. Know that what I've failed to give you, is what is already yours. Like the quick-turning eddy gathering leaves in the stream, we hold our bodies only for the briefness of a dream. Like the silver sides of fish that flash a moment and fade, the endless stream of mind is unceasingly displayed.

Love knows no direction. It is the original clarity of presence, the fire that fills all of space. In the immensity of the world, love is the intimacy that is already here, prior to our moving away. But when we return to love, it is that movement too. It is inescapable, and in that, love is ferocious: In the end, it will consume us all.

Hold to these things, my son, and we will never be far. What I am in my deepest, you already are.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 03:17:01 GMT

It beats the other methods by a mile,
That yawning trap with the crooked smile,
And sends the haughty lady off in style
With a gentle toss to a crocodile.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://riversong.gaia.com — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:27:47 GMT

If you think you are alone now, wait until I come around in January, to tell you off in person.....I hope you still honour your agreement regarding the coconut juice and the flowers..... and well, I hate to break it to you, but you ain't alone....although some of us think you are cranky and belligerant.....still, the northern lights are out tonight, and a kerjillion stars, I know who you are. love Jane

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 23:53:54 GMT

The horror is just how alone you are
One step beyond the circle of your heart,
How quickly your supports will let you go,
The ruthless tooth that bites you to the bone.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Sat, 14 Apr 2007 05:55:41 GMT

I dropped a precious painting in my dream,
Disbelief and horror at the damage,
A woman saint I knew smiling at me
Searching for screws among the cobblestones.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Fri, 13 Apr 2007 03:13:21 GMT

Even the foulest, most stinking graveyard,
Home to the damned souls screaming their curses,
Falls to complete decay and overgrowth,
A peaceful shrine to a forgotten cult.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 05:57:32 GMT

It was always there, the eye of Horus,
Those curious markings of a falcon,
The elegant, accentuated lines
Enclosing the one eye that only sees.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 04:52:31 GMT

There is such an eerie death vibration
On this ghost haunted paradise island,
Where the holy moutains of Lahaina
Are the most beautiful sight in the world.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Mon, 09 Apr 2007 01:11:43 GMT

Obscene men who grovel to the dollar
Are elevated to highest office,
The bullies, toadies and acclaimed heroes
Most apt to the crimes of war for profit.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 22:12:07 GMT

After a while when you watch the water,
The stones start to move. It's very soothing.
I watch two mynas playing in the rocks,
And worship and adore their every move.

Re: Om Amriteshwaryai Namaha

http://Ramsses.gaia.com — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 18:50:35 GMT

Some give millions to the poor who need it,
While others spend millions on legal fees,
Money donated out of devotion
And thrown down the drain over a penis.