On Veteran's day I felt the need to stop in a small boutique store. While there a man who works for Waste management entered. He had just emptying the dumpsters outside. I said unto him, "It is veteran's day let me buy you a coffee?" "I can not take it. He replied. "For I am not a veteran." "But you know a veteran ,or have family that are Veterans?" "Yes my brother is a veteran." he replied. " So accept it in your brothers name," And turn to pay for the man's coffee and the chocolate chip pumpkin bread. That evening the man from waste management was at his brothers house and told a story of the kind stranger. Listening was, Eve, his brother's youngest step daughter, A seed was being planted The following was the original ending. I wanted something softer, where the message was presented within the story more like a parable. "I give it to you in your brother's name. So you know of the joy of a ...
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i want this to be a bucket list of meditations in the broadest sense of the word where my mind is quiet so that my awareness is freed if only momentarily of the the minds chatter. Castenada called it " stopping the world". In some non dualist traditions the question for contemplation is "who am I" or "What am I" or "what is aware" "Who is the doer?". The answer will not be found in what is read or learned. Where does the answer come from?? Become imitate with it. What becomes intimate with it. Get lost in it? This process is like opening the door and inviting something (who am i?) in with absolutely no idea of what it is that you're inviting in.. It is as simple as refocusing the input to see it as it always has been. Re-contextualizing the perception perspective from the small i to the big I I do not look for beauty But acknowledge it where I look. below is a meditation from the beach. It was high tide and the tail end of...
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