From the Cancer as a Turning Point Conference, Stanford University, 9/96
The life force is our mutual birthright and it can be trusted. We can serve life, all of us. But if you don’t trust life, you become... read more
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Rachel Naomi Remen, MD on Service
Sat, May 3, 2008 - 3:05 PM
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From the Cancer as a Turning Point Conference, Stanford University, 9/96 The life force is our mutual birthright and it can be trusted. We can serve life, all of us. But if you don’t trust life, you become helpers rather than servers. When you help someone you use your strength to help someone of lesser strength. We are always helping someone weaker than we are. I am aware of my own strength because I am using it, but I don’t serve with my strength. I serve with my wholeness, with everything I have. When I serve I become aware of my wholeness and I have a greater acceptance of it. My limitations serve, my imperfections serve, my wounds serve, even my darkness can serve. We don’t serve weak people. We are always serving equals. The wholeness in us serves the wholeness in others, the wholeness in life. Serving is different from helping. Helping always incurs debt. If I help you, you owe me one. All of business is based on these kinds of arrangements. Helping can actually diminish the life force in us. But serving, like healing, is mutual. There is no debt. I am as served as the person I am serving. The life force in me is as served as the life force in you. It is a level playing field. Helping gives one a sense of power, and leads to a sense of satisfaction. Serving gives one a sense of belonging and gives one a sense of gratitude. Serving is different than fixing. Fixing is a form of judgment. When I fix someone, I see them as broken. And I act on their brokenness. When I fix, I don’t see the wholeness on life, and I don’t trust it. Judgment always creates distance. There is always distance between me and the person I see myself fixing. There is an inequality usually of expertise. Service is not about expertise. Service is about being human. We can all serve the life force. The disconnection that is built into fixing makes it very difficult to fix and serve at the same time. We can only serve that which we are profoundly connected to. We cannot serve at a distance. Fixing is an experience of expertise and mastery. Service is an experience of mystery and surrender. A fixer feels casual. A server knows they are being used and is willing to be used by larger, unknown forces. Service is renewing. Fixing and helping drains you. Everyone who serves, serves the same thing: the wholeness and mystery of life, the wholeness and mystery of each other.
All the true vows
Fri, May 2, 2008 - 11:00 PM
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are secret vows the ones we speak out loud are the ones we break. There is only one life you can call your own and a thousand others you can call by any name you want. Hold to the truth you make every day with your own body, don’t turn your face away. Hold to your own truth at the center of the image you were born with. Those who do not understand their destiny will never understand the friends they have made nor the work they have chosen nor the one life that waits beyond all the others. By the lake in the wood in the shadows you can whisper that truth to the quiet reflection you see in the water. Whatever you hear from the water, remember, it wants you to carry the sound of its truth on your lips. Remember, in this place no one can hear you And out of the silence you can make a promise it will kill you to break, that way you’ll find what is real and what is not. I know what I am saying. Time almost forsook me and I looked again. Seeing my reflection I broke a promise and spoke for the first time after all these years in my own voice, before it was too late to turn my face again. By David White, from The House of Belonging
Of course, a craniosacral therapist would get off on this...
Wed, April 9, 2008 - 12:37 AM
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No, this is not an image born of Photoshop... This is Lali, born one month ago to impoverished parents in Saini, 25 miles from New Delhi, with a rare condition known as craniofacial duplication. Even though this condition often comes with more serious health problems, she is doing well. She can eat out of both mouths and opens all four of her eyes at once. She even shares one dimple between her faces. Isn't she lovely? I really do think so... The people of Northern India seem to think so as well. Hundreds of pilgrims have visited her to touch her feet out of respect and receive blessings. She is being worshipped as the reincarnation of the Hindu warrior goddess Durga, also known as Parvati. The village chief is going to build a temple to Durga there, to help raise money for the family to take care of Lali. Maha Durga, or the Great Mother, was created from a fusion of all of the female divine forces. Legend has it that during a great battle with demons, Shiva advised all the gods to concentrate and release their shaktis. These formed into The Invincible One, with 10 arms holding each of the gods' weapons, and a tiger to ride. Durga protects humankind from evil and misery by destroying evil forces such as selfishness, jealousy, prejudice, hatred, anger, and ego. Is that irony, Dave Eggers? It just makes me wonder what would have happened to this little girl if she had been born into American culture, with its...excuse me...buttload of "evil forces"? OK, I know there is darkness all about, but what an amazing difference in perspective to worship someone who is unique and rare rather than worshipping the silicone goddess with the gleaming teeth known as Botoxia, whose single power is to turn a hairy stinking human into an ageless liposucked clone with a deer-in-the-headlights look and puffy lips. But I'm ranting now....maybe I should go pack for my pilgrimage... [Lali's photo credit: Manan Vatsyayana, AFP/Getty Images] This morning it snowed Big flakes, oblivious to The fire in this room. Naked at the window, I wonder what the blooming Trees think of spring. Under you, I am bare, Looking out through liquid. My house is also yours. Panes dripping with breath. Ice crept in last night With thin fingers, Just above my breast. Brittle crystals formed, Beautiful and severe. I want to crack this crust, Break the habit of winter. The frost wants to still me. It congeals my joy, Slows the nourishing sap. Some plants require The chill to blossom. Even before the flurry ends, Gentle melting begins. You are solid, but not cold. In your warmth I grow Like one of your tiny trees. Here inside there is movement. Roots burst through bark. I reach for your hand. There are hours so crisp, At the end of winter, They taste like poetry. This is the instant The seed stirs in the ground. Unraveling fronds Build subterranean pressure. On this breath the movement Pulls and pushes evenly, No effort. I want to dance that way. My body aches to push Out toward the growing edge. Why did I not move that way before? It was so important to be small That I could not laugh. Unfurling is not a modest act. The earth crumbles all around. Trust is what I need, Not effort.
If you have a chance to catch these monks who live in a refugee community in South India, they are on tour to raise money for a hospital which has been built from funds from a former tour, but which stands empty waiting for equipment and enough money to pay doctors salaries. Until then, this whole community and poor surrounding villages have no health care.
Sat, February 9, 2008 - 5:46 PM
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They are doing blessings and building sand mandalas throughout the US. I went to the healing ritual this morning and it was quite remarkable The following was written by Lobsang Wangchuk of Gaden Shartse - Gaden Shartse Monastic University is presently located in a refugee settlement in South India. Gaden Shartse is touring to raise funds to furnish our newly made hospital. Presently it stands empty and it is our wish that it be fully functioning by 2009. This healing and purification removes all negativity, subdues negative states of mind and gives protection. The Lama will enter into a body, speech, and mind made of light; pour radiant nectars and rays of light into the crowns of participants and fill them with radiant bliss (removes gross negativity), sweep them with laser like rays (removes subtle negativities), subdue negative states of mind, evict and bind them with light; generate diamond like layers of light under the skin and around participants for protection. Each person will receive a photo of Vajravadharan; mantra, cord blessed by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and receive blessing pills. www.gadenshartsetour.org <www.gadenshartsetour.org/> 562-794-6700
Looking through an old journal from 1992, I found the seeds of this poem. The more things change, the more they stay the same....
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This morning it takes all my will To lift my mind from slumber. On these days Crows huddle in the alder Puffed up, beaks pointed silhouette On these days Clouds toss and tumble Grey feather pillows hung out to air. On these days Dreams fight to stay alive In the world of wake believe This morning it takes all my will To remember I am alone.
The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.
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From the Cancer as a Turning Point Conference, Stanford University, 9/96 The life force is our mutual birthright and it can be trusted. We can serve life, all of us. But if you don’t trust life, you become... read more
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All the true vows
are secret vows the ones we speak out loud are the ones we break. There is only one life you can call your own and a thousand others you can call by any name you want. Hold to the truth you make every day with your o... read more
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Of course, a craniosacral therapist would get off on this...
No, this is not an image born of Photoshop... This is Lali, born one month ago to impoverished parents in Saini, 25 miles from New Delhi, with a rare condition known as craniofacia... read more
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He Grows Trees
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This morning it snowed Big flakes, oblivious to The fire in this room. Naked at the window, I wonder what the blooming Trees think of spring. Under you, I am bare, Looking out through liquid. My house is also yours. Panes dripping with ... read more
Germination
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There are hours so crisp, At the end of winter, They taste like poetry. This is the instant The seed stirs in the ground. Unraveling fronds Build subterranean pressure. On this breath the movement Pulls and pushes evenly, No effort. ... read more
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