Ramblings of Fire

UNABASHED PRONOIA THERAPY, Part Two

Dancing Girl — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 01:29:22 GMT

10. Become a rapturist, which is the opposite of a terrorist: Conspire to unleash blessings on unsuspecting recipients, causing them to feel good. Before bringing your work as a rapturist to strangers, practice with two close companions. Offer them each a gift that fires up their ambitions. It should not be a practical necessity or consumer fetish, but rather a provocative tool or toy. Give them an imaginative boon they've been hesitant to ask for, a beautiful thing that expands their self-image, a surprising intervention that says, "I love the way you move me." -Rob Brezny

awareness........

Dancing Girl — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:34:07 GMT

Awareness Mind can never be intelligent - only no-mind is intelligent. Only no-mind is original and radical. Only no-mind is revolutionary - revolution in action. This mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living - at the minimum. You don't live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is. Osho A Sudden Clash of Thunder Chapter 1 Commentary: The veil of illusion, or maya, that has been keeping you from perceiving reality as it is, is starting to burn away. The fire is not the heated fire of passion, but the cool flame of awareness. As it burns the veil, the face of a very delicate and childlike buddha becomes visible. The awareness that is growing in you now is not the result of any conscious "doing", nor do you need to struggle to make something happen. Any sense you might have had that you've been groping in the dark is dissolving now, or will be dissolving soon. Let yourself settle, and remember that deep inside you are just a witness, eternally silent, aware and unchanged. A channel is now opening from the circumference of activity to that center of witnessing. It will help you to become detached, and a new awareness will lift the veil from your eyes.

A Garden of Flowers

Dancing Girl — Wed, 16 May 2007 23:24:54 GMT

In the midst of this yummy unfolding life I sought an oracle for todays road from the Osho Zen Tarot. Here is what I found. Mmmm, lovely... FLOWERING Zen wants you living, living in abundance, living in totality, living intensely. Your life should reach to others. Your blissfulness, your benediction, your ecstasy should not be contained within you like a seed. It should open like a flower and spread its fragrance to all and sundry - not only to the friends but to the strangers too. This is real compassion, this is real love: sharing your enlightenment, sharing your dance of the beyond. Commentary: The Queen of Rainbows is like a fantastic plant that has reached the apex of its flowering and its colors. She is very sexual, very alive, and full of possibilities. She snaps her fingers to the music of love, and her zodiac necklace is placed in a way that Venus lies over her heart. The sleeves of her garment contain an abundance of seeds, and as the wind blows the seeds will be scattered to take root where they may. She is not concerned whether they land on the soil or on the rocks - she is just spreading them everywhere in sheer celebration of life and love. Flowers fall on her from above, in harmony with her own flowering, and the waters of emotion swirl playfully beneath the flower on which she sits. You might feel like a garden of flowers right now, showered with blessings from everywhere. Welcome the bees, invite the birds to drink your nectar. Spread your joy around for all to share. http://www.osho.com

Beginning the moment you wake up

Dancing Girl — Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:04:36 GMT

Glory in the Highest * from the book PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings Thousands of things go right for you every day, beginning the moment you wake up. Through some magic you don't fully understand, you're still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you've been unconscious for many hours. The air is a mix of gases that's just right for your body's needs, as it was before you fell asleep. You can see! Light of many colors floods into your eyes, registered by nerves that took God or evolution or some process millions of years to perfect. The interesting gift of these vivid hues comes to you courtesy of an unimaginably immense globe of fire, the sun, which continually detonates nuclear reactions in order to convert its body into light and heat and energy for your personal use. Did you know that the sun is located at the precise distance from you to be of perfect service? If it were any closer, you'd fry, and if it were any further away, you'd freeze. Here's another one of the sun's benedictions: It appears to rise over the eastern horizon right on schedule every day, as it has since long before you were born. Do you remember when you were born, by the way? It was a difficult miracle that involved many people who worked hard on your behalf. No less miraculous is the fact that you have continued to grow since then, with millions of new cells being born inside you to replace the old ones that die. All of this happens whether or not you ever think about it. On this day, like almost every other, you have awoken inside a temperature-controlled shelter. You have a home! Your bed and pillow are soft and you're covered by comfortable blankets. The electricity is turned on, as usual. Somehow, in ways you're barely aware of, a massive power plant at an unknown distance from your home is transforming fuel into currents of electricity that reach you through mostly hidden conduits in the exact amounts you need, and all you have to do to control the flow is flick small switches with your fingers. You can walk! Your legs work wonderfully well. Your heart circulates your blood all the way down to replenish the energy of the muscles in your feet and calves and thighs, and when the blood is depleted it finds its way back to your heart to be refreshed. This blessing recurs over and over again without stopping every hour of your life. Your home is perhaps not a million-dollar palace, but it's sturdy and gigantic compared to the typical domicile in every culture that has preceded you. The floors aren't crumbling, and the walls and ceilings are holding up well, too. Doors open and close without trouble, and so do the windows. What skillful geniuses built this sanctuary for you? How and where did they learn their craft? In your bathroom, the toilet is functioning perfectly, as are several other convenient devices. You have at your disposal soaps, creams, razors, clippers, tooth-cleaning accessories: a host of products that enhance your hygiene and appearance. You trust that unidentified scientists somewhere tested them to be sure they're safe for you to use. Amazingly, the water you need so much of comes out of your faucets in an even flow, with the volume you want, and either cold or hot as you desire. It's pure and clean; you're confident no parasites are lurking in it. There is someone somewhere making sure these boons will continue to arrive for you without interruption for as long as you require them. Look at your hands. They're astounding creations that allow you to carry out hundreds of tasks with great force and intricate grace. They relish the pleasure and privilege of touching thousands of different textures, and they're beautiful. In your closet are many clothes you like to wear. Who gathered the materials to make the fabrics they're made of? Who imbued them with colors, and how did they do it? Who sewed them for you? In your kitchen, appetizing food in secure packaging is waiting for you. Many people you've never met worked hard to grow it, process it, and get it to the store where you bought it. The bounty of tasty nourishment you get to choose from is unprecedented in the history of the world. Your many appliances are working flawlessly. Despite the fact that they feed on electricity, which could kill you instantly if you touched it directly, you feel no fear that you're in danger. Why? Your faith in the people who invented, designed, and produced these machines is impressive. It's as if there's a benevolent conspiracy of unknown people that is tirelessly creating hundreds of useful things you like and need. There's more. Gravity is working exactly the way it always has, neither pulling on you with too much or too little force. How did that marvel ever come to be? By some prodigious, long-running accident? It doesn't really matter, since it will continue to function with astounding efficiency whether or not you understand it. Meanwhile, a trillion other elements of nature's miraculous design are expressing themselves perfectly. Plants are growing, rivers are flowing, clouds are drifting, winds are blowing, animals are reproducing. The weather is an interesting blend of elements you've never before experienced in quite this combination. Though you may take it for granted, you relish the ever-shifting sensations of light and temperature as they interact with your body. There's more. You can smell odors and hear sounds and taste tastes, many of which are quite pleasing. You can think! You're in possession of the extraordinary gift of self-awareness. You can feel feelings! Do you realize how improbably stupendous it is for you to have been blessed with that mysterious capacity? And get this: You can visualize an inexhaustible array of images, some of which represent things that don't actually exist. How did you acquire this magical talent? By some improbable series of coincidences or long-term divine plan, language has come into existence. Millions of people have collaborated for many centuries to cultivate a system for communication that you understand well. Speaking and reading give you great pleasure and a tremendous sense of power. Do you want to go someplace that's at a distance? You have a number of choices about what machines to use in order to get there. Whatever you decide-car, plane, bus, train, subway, ship, helicopter, or bike-you have confidence that it will work efficiently. Multitudes of people who are now dead devoted themselves to perfecting these modes of travel. Multitudes who are still alive devote themselves to ensuring that these benefits keep serving you. Maybe you're one of the hundreds of millions of people in the world who has the extraordinary privilege of owning a car. It's a brilliant invention made by highly competent workers. Other skilled laborers put in long hours to extract oil from the ground or sea and turn it into fuel so you can use your car conveniently. The roads are drivable. Who paved them for you? The bridges you cross are potent feats of engineering. Do you realize how hard it was to fabricate them from scratch? You're aware that in the future shrinking oil reserves and global warming may impose limitations on your ability to use cars and planes and other machines to travel. But you also know that many smart and idealistic people are diligently striving to develop alternative fuels and protect the environment. And compared to how slow societies have been to understand their macrocosmic problems in the past, your culture is moving with unprecedented speed to recognize and respond to the crises spawned by its technologies. As you travel, you might listen to music. Maybe you've got an MP3 player, a fantastic invention that has dramatically enhanced your ability to hear a stunning variety of engaging sounds at a low cost. Or maybe you have a radio. Through a process you can't fathom, music and voices that originate at a distance from you have been converted into invisible waves that bounce off the ionosphere and down into your little machine, where they are transformed back into music and voices for you to enjoy. Let's say it's 9:30 a.m. You've been awake for two hours, and a hundred things have already gone right for you. If three of those hundred things had not gone right-your toaster was broken, the hot water wasn't hot enough, there was a stain on the pants you wanted to wear-you might feel that today the universe is against you, that your luck is bad, that nothing's going right. And yet the fact is that the vast majority of everything is working with breathtaking efficiency and consistency. You would clearly be deluded to imagine that life is primarily an ordeal. *

days of rain

Dancing Girl — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 21:03:53 GMT

days of rain out low ground window dripping from green tips wooden steps beneath destination of water wire from plant hanging extended gathering droplets accumulation pieces making a whole adding weight of water builds and falls slide slip saturate i would watch this falling earth water for days out cracked windows from cocoon of bed cat curled at feet pen in hand and heart plumbing the watery depths anchorless and afloat wise woman wondering flow of water from sky gathers in the pool of self touch fingertips to wetness wide and endless

Hmmmmmm....

Dancing Girl — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 01:09:34 GMT

I ask myself: What am I afraid to "be with"? Which aspects of life have me avoiding, grasping, judging, fearing? I am afraid that I will not get what I want. What would it mean to ask: What if I never have the partner I imagine? What if I never have the home of my dreams? What if all the knowing in the world will not guarantee me a life without suffering? In this place of grasping, in an effort to stave off giant feelings of powerlessness So what if I never get what I want? Will I melt, die, cease to exist, suffer... Yes and No, only to the point that I allow it to squash my existence and pain me Is there only one way that joy exists? Of course not, it is infinite... and ultimately, who am I to limit the possibilities with my view "There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreampt of in my philosophy"... What power is there to be found in not knowing? In trusting the universal puzzle at work? How do I let go in these daily processes that seem to have rules of reality imposed on them... "In order to ___________________, you must of course do _________________________. If not you will fail." My fear wants me to believe that this is the end of the story, THE WAY THAT IT IS. What more is possible when I can hold my fear and ease into allowing the process... How will I learn to trust my deepest knowing if I cover it over with a flurry of anxious action...striving with furrowed brow? How will I learn to trust my deepest knowing within the perceived demands, rules, assumptions of the world? TRUST TRUST TRUST

why do I do this???

Dancing Girl — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 03:42:08 GMT

so I have officially spent FAR TOO MANY HOURS scrolling the international network for "that thing" - job, home, partner, repeat i should know by now that this compulsive seeking is not a good sign indeed, a clear indication that whatever wisdom I may have had has surely been sucked out through my keypad glued fingertips... ain't it boggling how we can know soooo certainly that things are out of whack - strange patterns of mysterious behaviour rearing their head - yet seem to be unable to cease???? Gggggaaaahhhhhhh So dammit- I am prying the rope out of my hands putting down the "I seem to seek suffering" torch and I am heading for the hills

I want everything - everything is here now...

Dancing Girl — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 06:07:56 GMT

This damned cup keeps getting half empty - I keep filling it, seeing it as full, trusting in its fullness, and still I keep looking down to see that bottom creeping closer... This life of boundless possibility is both a joy, a delight and a daunting adventure all of which depends most importantly on my eyes. Which eyes am I wearing today? Which lens do I use to view the world? As I listen to the creaking seams of my life- stretching, expanding into the puppy skin of my own becoming... And I know this BIGNESS to be true- its power centre stage... Knowing too that its power is only contestable if I am willing to doubt its truth, and I shake with this knowing become concerned that a moments doubt will forever alter me turning the tides of my wild unfolding into small potatoes- the smallest potatoes and ultimately it is all bullshit - all doubts of my own magnificence simply smoke and mirrors on the brilliant screen that moves my visions into reality I SAY YES and again YES!!!! I am free to be full-here-now I am a magnet for my delicious vision - it is careering wildly on rollerskates towards my dancing life...