"What is like a smelly fart, that, although invisible, is obvious?
One's own faults, that are precisely as obvious as the effort made to hide them."

His Holiness the 7th Dalai Lama

There was one great master, a Buddhist master, Nagarjuna. A thief came to him. The thief had fallen in love with the master because he had never seen such a beautiful person, such infinite grace. The thief asked Nagarjuna, "Is there some possibility of my growth also? But one thing I must make clear to you: I am a thief. And another thing: I cannot leave it, so please don't make it a condition. I will do whatsoever you say, but I cannot stop being a thief. That I have tried many times--it never works, so I have left the whole sport. I have accepted my destiny, that I am going to be a thief and remain a thief, so don't talk about it. From the very beginning let it be clear."

Nagarjuna said, "Why are you afraid? Who is going to talk about your being a thief?"
The thief said, "But whenever I go to a monk, to a religious priest, or to a religious saint, they always say, 'First stop stealing.'"

Nagarjuna laughed and said, "Then you must have gone to thieves; otherwise, why? Why should they be concerned? I am not concerned!"

The thief was very happy. He said, "Then it is okay. It seems that now I can become a disciple. You are the right master."

Nagarjuna accepted him and said, "Now you can go and do whatsoever you like. Only one condition has to be followed: be aware! Go, break into houses, enter, take things, steal; do whatsoever you like, that is of no concern to me, I am not a thief--but do it with full awareness."

The thief couldn't understand that he was falling into the trap. He said, "Then everything is okay. I will try." After three weeks he came back and said, "You are tricky--because if I become aware, I cannot steal. If I steal, awareness disappears. I am in a fix."

Nagarjuna said, "No more talk about your being a thief and stealing. I am not concerned; I am not a thief. Now, you decide! If you want awareness, then you decide. If you don't want it, then too you decide."

We say that at a basic level, people always have a choice. But, whether or not we take our choice is
another matter. Very often, we are on automatic mode. We’re so strongly propelled by the things of the
past, that we don't take our choice. We just let the past propel us. So, for example, when somebody
comes up and insults you, at that moment you have a choice whether to get angry or not. But we’re so
well habituated with anger, that automatically the anger comes without our mindstream even considering
that: "Oh I don't have to get angry". We still have that choice at that moment not to get angry. But
because the past habit is so strong, it's like we are on automatic. So, the process of Dharma is going
from automatic to manual. It's taking the choice.

Thubten Chodron

Seeking to Stop Seeking Can Stop Stopping-Seeking

Of course, there's always a catch: in this case, at least three of them.

First, seeking ways to stop seeking can become, itself, a narcotically addictive search. Comparing this meditation technique against that one. Searching for ever-more-transcendent peak experiences – "well, I did really forget myself and stop seeking last time, but I'd like to do it even more." Falling into the trap of thinking that it's the particular way of walking that matters on the journey, instead of showing up for every step of it. Talking about meditation instead of doing it. And, despite oneself, turning the whole thing into a goal-oriented process with goals and accoutrements. It's said that spirituality can turn into a kind of narcissism, but narcissism doesn't quite capture the angst of unbridled self-reflection. After all, Narcissus just saw his beautiful reflection – in meditation, you see an ever-more-clarifying picture of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Thus endless self-reflection can end not in clarity and calm, but neurosis and paralysis.

Second, there is what Trungpa Rinpoche called "spiritual materialism," in which the path to non-self becomes instead a path of gratifying and pleasing the self. Yoga, meditation, prayer, entheogens, energy work – all of these can easily become about enriching, enlarging, and serving the self, when they are meant to do the opposite. Spirituality can become an a consumer lifestyle, and a way of enhancing, relaxing, and generally pleasing Me – witness the success of the ego-empowering Kabbalah Centre, and the promises of eternal youth from some of today's most financially successful institutions. Even a sincere motivation for learning can becomes twisted: the search for occult, hidden realities can lead to both surprising truths about subtle energies that otherwise escape our notice – or a great cosmic treasure hunt, in which the goal is to know as much esoteric nonsense as possible.

Third, and most familiarly, because spiritual practices bring about highly pleasant mind states, and among the most indescribably beautiful sensations I have ever experienced, they can spoil precisely what they are meant to enhance. Give me more of the mind-blowing contentment, bliss, and sensations of unity I feel on meditation retreat – the regular pleasures aren't enough. Like a connoisseur of wine no longer being able to enjoy ordinary merlot, I only want the extraordinary stuff. Thus the practice of waking up to ordinary pleasure can undermine exactly that.
In all three of these cases, the search to stop seeking becomes, itself, a search with goals. It's tough, because, as goals go, bliss, contentment, and the deepest joy I've ever experienced are pretty good ones – and my experience is that meditation brings them about. But that is one of the paradoxes of the spiritual path: like love, you only truly experience it when you're willing to let it go.

celý článek:
http://www.realitysandwich.com/stop_seeking_paradoxes_spiritual_path

It is important to answer this question:
How would I live if I was sure I was going to die tomorrow?

But it is equally important to ask yourself this one:
How would I live if I was sure I’d live a 100 more years?

// http://www.steve-olson.com/learning-how-to-live/

http://www.wetherobots.com/2008/09/17/guest-strip-by-ryan-estrada/

"Setkal jste se vy s něčím nevysvětlitelným či nadpřirozeným?

Nadpřirozeným? To nemohu říci. Nevím… Ale viděl jsem a prožil sám spoustu věcí, které se nedaly vysvětlit v rámci dnešního materialistického vědeckého názoru. Když pracujete s mimořádnými stavy vědomí, jsou taková pozorování prakticky na denním pořádku. To ale neznamená, že je to cosi nadpřirozeného. Znamená to, že máme omezený koncepční rámec, kterým se na věci díváme. " S. Grof (http://www.putnici.sk/newsread.php?newsid=2)

"spirituální filozofie a mystické tradice minulosti byly a jsou často zavrhovány a dokonce zesměšňovány s odůvodněním, že jsou »iracionální« a »nevědecké«. To je nepodložený, nezasloužený a neopodstatněný úsudek. " S. Grof

//mi pripomelo...

Roads ? - where we're going, we don't need roads ..

"The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons."

Cormac McCarthy
// via DarekSmid

“The future is not what it used to be.”

– Tom Kenyon

BROZKEFF: nemoc z povolani ;D

Ideje pocházejí z něčeho většího, než je osobní počítač.
--Wasper

(...) jsi-li idealista, jenž by rád prospěl světu, musíš být i realista, který si musí napřed pomoci sám. Teprve potom poznáš, zda si lidé přejí, abys jim pomohl, nebo zda si to nepřejí. Když někdo vnucuje světu dobro podle svých představ, může to být bráno jako bláznovství. Jako zločin páchaný na lidstvu se to může vnímat, když je začne vnucovat světu nějaká organizovaná skupina.
Chce-li někdo dělat světu dobro nebo mu udělovat představy o dobrotě, musí získat zasvěcení, aby vůbec pochopil, jak to s tím dobrem je. Předesílám hned, že zasvěcení může každého dovést k poznání, že si nikdo jeho pomoci a dobra nepřeje.
— K. Minařík

Cesty mohou být daleké,
leč není takové cesty, jejíhož konce bys nedošel;
nedojdeš ovšem konce cesty, jestliže se ti nechce jít,
to však není vinou daleké cesty.
— Wen Tchien-siang (dynastie Sung, 960–1279)

When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.

(Swift)

“Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.”

Alan Watts

“We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all.”

Kalu Rinpoche

Ideje pocházejí z něčeho většího, než je osobní člověk.
My neděláme ideje, ale ony dělají nás.
— C. G. Jung

"Když už člověk jednou je,
tak má koukat, aby byl.
A když kouká, aby byl, a je,
tak má být to, co je,
a nemá být to, co není,
jak tomu v mnoha případech je."
Jan Werich

Sha Clack Clack by Saul Williams

i know you are but what i am?

i n f i n i t y

if i could find the spot where truth echoes
i would stand there and whisper memories of my children's
future
i would let their future dwell in my past
so that i might live a brighter now

now is the essence of my domain
but it contains all that was and will be
and i am as i was and will be
because i am and
always will be that nigga

i am that nigga

i am that timeless nigga that
swings on pendulums like vines
through mines of boobytrapped minds
that are enslaved by time
i am the life that supersedes lifetimes

i am

it was me with serpentine hair
that with a timeless stare
turned mortal fear into stone time capsules
they still exist as the walking dead
as i do: the original suffer-head
symbol of life
and matriarchy's severed head
medusa, i am

it was me the ecclesiastical one
that pointed out that nothing
was new under the sun
and through times of laughter and times of tears
saw that no time was real time
'cause all times were fear
the wise seer
Solomon, i am

it was me with tattered clothes
that made you scatter
as you shuffled past me on the street
yes, you shuffled past me on the street
as i stood there conversing with wind-blown spirits
and i fear it's your loss that you didn't stop and talk to me
i could have told you your past as i explained your present
but instead i'm the homeless schizophrenic
that you resent for being aimless
the intuned nameless,

i am
i am that nigga
i am that nigga
i am that nigga
i am a negro
negro from necro,
meaning death
i overcame it

so they named me after it
and i be spittin' at death from behind
and putting "kick me" signs on its' back
because i am not the son of
sha clack clack

i am before that
i am before
i am before before
before death is eternity
after death is eternity
there is no death there is only eternity
and i be riding on the wings of eternity
like: yah! yah!

sha clack clack

i exist like spit-fire
which you call the sun
and try to map out your future with sun-dails
but tic-toc-technology can no tic-toc me

i exist somewhere between tic and toc
dodging it like double-dutch
got me living double time
i was there before your time
my heart is made of the quartz crystals
that you be making clocks out of
and i be resurrection' every third
like: tic-tic-tic

sha clack clack

no i won't work a nine to five
because i am setting suns and orange moons
and my existence is this:
still
yet ever moving
and i am moving beyond time
because it binds me
it can set me free and
i'll fly when the clock strikes me
like: yah! yah!

sha clack clack

bvut my flight does not go undisturbed
because time makes dreams defer
and all of my time fears
are turning my days into day-mares
and i live day-mares
reliving nightmares
that once haunted my past

sha clack clack

time is beatin' my ass
and i be havin' dreams
of chocolate covered watermelons
filled with fried chicken like pinatas

with little pickaninny sons and daughters
standing up under them with
big sticks and aluminum foil,
hittin' them,
trying to catch pieces
of fallen fried chicken wings.
and aunt jemima and uncle ben
are standing in the corners
with rifles pointed at all of the heads
of the little children.

"don't shoot the children", i shout.
"don't shoot the children!"
But it's too late.
they've already been infected by time.
but this shit is before my time...
(i need more time! i need less time!)
...but it's too late.

they start shooting at the children
and killing them:
one by one
two by two
three by three
four by four
five by five
six by six

but my spirit is growing
seven by seven

faster than the speed of light
'cause light only penetrates the darkness
that's already there
and i am already there
i'm here at the end of the road
which is the beginning
of the road beyond time
but where my niggas at?
oh no
don't tell me
my niggas are lost in time
my niggas are lost in time

my niggas are dying before their time
my niggas are dying because of time.

..................


+ lehce pozmenena verze na videu: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZiXqUzw4Vo