XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: nottony.nokingsbury@ngmail.com   
      
   On 12/10/2016 12:20 AM, {:-]))) wrote:   
   > Ummmmmmm wrote:   
   >> {:-]))) asked about:   
   >>   
   >>> Even if that is so, for you, why do you presume   
   >>> that is the case for everyone else?   
   >>   
   >> I don't presume, I know. To know how I know that what I know isn't   
   >> presumptuous, you would have to know it for yourself.   
   >   
   > My living Master showed me some places in me.   
   > She was quite expert at it.   
   >   
   > Others would arrive at the house and ask for a dose of it.   
   >   
   > I know what I know for myself.   
   > Given my experiences.   
   >   
   > Yet I do not presume my experience was the same   
   > as anyone else's experience in some ways.   
   > While in other ways, it's all the same.   
   >   
   > I found my living Master in many places   
   > before I found my living Master in her. And her as one.   
   >   
   > My living Master was on the radio, on television,   
   > in books, everywhere. Not limited to one person.   
   >   
   > Maybe there are places inside you, secret places,   
   > that have yet to be unlocked, eh?   
   >   
   > I might call my living Master by any word, since, after all,   
   > all the words mean the same thing. I could call her   
   > the Christ, Tao, the Light, Mother Nature,   
   > God, the goddess, the Divine Within,   
   > All in All, Suchness, Isness, Etc.   
   >   
   > I may call her, the Universe.   
   >   
   > And yet, for you, that might be anathema.   
   > Perhaps you are more orthodox than that.   
   > And only some words are acceptable, to you.   
      
   You can use any words you like to prove to me that you are a Realized   
   Soul, an Enlightened Sage, a Living Master.   
      
   Other words might indicate that you are an Avatar, an Incarnation of   
   Vishnu, an emanation of Avalokiteśvara.   
      
   Simple, clear words would be best, if the fact is simple and clear.   
   I rejoice to be in the virtual presence of such a being.   
      
   In the silence of my mind, thoughts stilled, for a while, by the power   
   and holiness of that Presence, I hear a sound like cicadas in summer   
   pines, or light rain falling on dry leaves. A sound that reminds me of   
   the space between the stars. Not emptiness, fullness.   
      
   Me, I'm full of shit. As everyone here knows, & never hesitates to point   
   out.   
   But even shit, properly composted and applied to rose beds and   
   blackcurrant bushes, can have its uses.   
      
   >   
   > - cud be   
   >   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)