Will "The Unborn" Please Stand Up?

I've been studying the writings of a teacher named Adyashanti who is probably one of the most powerful individuals it has been my pleasure to meet. His writings are powerful too. I'm reading a book called "Emptiness Dancing" by him which is very easy to read but harder to delve.

One of the subjects he broaches is the question of whether life ends here or if we live after we die. Or whether there is life after life and life as we run through many lives trying to get it right.

I won't spoil the plot for you but I will state that Adyashanti brings up the concept of "the unborn" which is our very essence. This part of who we are cannot be killed because in reality it is never born. It lives always at a place which exists and existed long before the gleam entered our daddy's eyes.

We are saved already, there is no action to save us except our willingness to lay down our lives and cling instead to the eternal.

It is a powerful concept and it is one I find I'm going to have to look into over and over again.

What Is It With Cats?

Strange creatures, eh what? They go from being nuisances who make an inordinate amount of trouble, needing to be let out, needing to be let in, feeding them (which means getting my carcase out of bed at a disgustingly early hour or she will continue to pounce upon me at five minute intervals), grooming them (hold still now, I promise I'll get them burrs out of your fur without hurting you too mu...YOWCH!!), and let's not even TALK about the catbox! They go from that to being this amazingly restful bag of purrs which lies upon you chest and twitches her tail in a most appeasing manner until I forget the jerkoff life which set me to lying upon the sofa (in hopes of forgetting just how frustrated and sad you feel) in the first place.

It's a trick I can tell you. How these critters get us to take care of them and nurse them and indulge their yowls and claws and hairballs is beyond my figguring...

But I do love the way they look at you when they want you to do something and you're too dumb to know what it is...

More On The Subject Of "I'm Not As Advanced As I Hoped I Was"

There's this person who's really ignoring me. I won't go into particulars but he's decided that because I accused him of being "an idjit" (which he's not but he acted like one and I lashed out at him) he's not going to acknowledge my existence. It's a shame I guess and in the grand scheme of things in my life and the world at large it means little.

But I find that it bothers me. Which means he's won, I guess. I'm quite sure he's started the cold shoulder to punish me and I'm actually astonished to discover that it bothers me. I guess I'm not as detached and holy and I would like to believe I am. It is too bad. If I were more detached and/or less proud I could just say something like, "Gee guy, I'm sorry I pissed in your soup." and leave it at that.

I'm gonna sigh a bit about it and try to love this person for the beautiful insights into myself he's given me. Then maybe I can stop being bothered and just smile a lot. (That'll bother him! (insert smirk here))

Comments Envy

I've been visiting the blogs of friends and acquaintances and trying to understand my feelings of envy as I notice all the comments others have had to there postings. It's not FAIR!! my inner child screams. I know people read this site because I see the counter show the "hits" the site gets. Yet no one comments. I'm not worthy. My inner child, whiner that he is, pouts in the corner and sez, "Nobody loves me!"

I wonder why it is that we humans feel this overwhelming need to be appreciated. Why can't we just be honest about posting our insights and know that just by stating them we are doing ourselves a great good and leave it at that? I feel so cheap that once I noticed that I'm not "getting my share" of comments, I started to feel a dissatisfaction so profound as to leave a pit of disappointment and sadness in my stomach. I'm not as evolved a being as I thought I was.

Perhaps I could put my blog into the "no comments accepted" mode and then I could lie to myself about all those who are dying to comment and yet can't. I could invent the legions of admirers and detractors who are stymied by their inability to make a scratch upon my iconic wit and viewpoints. Then I could gloat instead of sitting in the bath feeling bereft and ignored.

Ha! Go ahead ignore me! I don't care!

Such a lie. I'm just like the rest of humanity. I am a person desiring the acclaim and affection of others hearts and just like all others I languish in solitude. I, despite all attempts to the contrary, am human.