06-13-2012, 12:00 AM
I think this is the last remaining animated gif of this left on the web. I remembered it from a few years ago. Took me a while to find it.
http://thoushallnotcensorart.com/moveme ... ingMan.htm
I remember a seminar I went to and this struck me as to the RunningManNotDoingPasses:
from:
Tensegrity Seminars
Los Angeles (1) - August 1997
[ 1997 Index | Previous | Next ]
To: The Ixtlan Mailing List
Date: Tue, 2 Sep 1997 01:25:59 -0400 (EDT)
LA WORKSHOP, August 23 to 27, 1997
by Vincent Sargenti and Randy Stark
Florinda Donner-Grau soon came out of a side door. She was dressed in
a light blue shirt, dark blue slacks and thick-soled black
rubber-looking sandals. She started by saying that 9am was way too
early for her to read from the wall. It was the first time she had
addressed us in the morning, and since she wasn't worth a damn in the
morning she had written something to read to us.
There were translators for Italian, Russian, French, German and
Spanish. (People using this service had portable earphones and were
able to receive translations even while doing passes.) One benefit for
the translators of her reading, she said, was that she didn't talk as
fast.
The microphone kept feeding back periodically, but Florinda was in
good spirits, tapping the toes of her sandals on the floor behind her
as she talked. Before going to her notes she joked about something
someone had said earlier as she walked into the convention center. "Oh
Florinda, you look tired." But she didn't look tired in the least as
she stood at the podium, short blonde hair impeccably brush cut around
her flawless white skin and beaming face.
She told us the old nagual, don Juan, had given them his very best. He
hit them with everything he had. When he realized that Carlos didn't
have the energetic configuration or temperament for anything but
ending the lineage, he put Big Florinda in charge of pulling them back
together and recovering after he and the rest of his party left. They
weren't worth a plugged nickel, Florinda said. You couldn't have made
a whole person from the four of them put together.
She digressed into to speaking about Carlos and said that he has a
particular fondness for several Hollywood filmmakers whose movies he
watches over and over. She said that among them, one of his favorites
is Woody Allen. She humorously said that he has poor taste in her
opinion. (Florinda is quite a filmgoer herself, but she never
mentioned that.) She told the story of a particular film and asked if
we might remember it. It was the one where all these men are dressed
in white with big white helmets and are preparing to jump out of the
back of an airplane. They are supposed to be sperm and right as they
are getting ready to rush out the back of the plane, the leader in
front yells, "Go back, it's a blow job!"
What happened to them reminded her of that scene in the Woody Allen
movie. "That's what happened to us," she said. They had been trained
and were ready to jump when suddenly they were told, "Go back, it's a
blowjob!" Regrouping afterwards was not easy, especially with Carol
Tiggs having disappeared to god knows where.
Not long after this, Florinda talked about the sheen of awareness that
has been eaten down by the Flyers, and how don Juan described it as El
Condoncito, the little condom. The vulgarity of this description
annoyed Florinda and she asked him if he couldn't just as well
describe it more like a pillow and a pillow case. He said no, it was
much tighter than that.
Florinda joked that Carlos has made a lot of mistakes in his life and
that, over the years, she has been witness to most of them. One of the
more recent, and according to her 'imbecilic', things he did was
create what came to be known as the Sunday Group, a local LA practice
group that Carlos worked with intensively over a period of more than a
year. Carlos' temperament is not like don Juan's. She humorously
described Carlos Castaneda as the 'ultimate hit-and-run artist'. She
said that over a year ago he decided he would try to influence this
small group of people and attempt to mold them into serious
warrior-practitioners with the force of his charismatic personality,
his ability to talk about anything, and his superior energy.
Florinda told the Los Angeles crowd that Carlos had made a monumental
error in judgment because all he succeeded in doing was to make
himself into their 'Guru'. So the Sunday Group was immediately
abolished according to Florinda. Her statement signaled the end of the
group, much to the surprise of some workshop attendees who were
members of it. Later in the week, Florinda's tale of the demise of the
group would spark speculation as to whether or not Carlos would be
showing up for the workshop at all.
Florinda went on to talk about some of the favorite songs of Juan Tuma
and Silvio Manuel. She described Silvio Manuel at length as an
incredible dancer of tremendous flair and physical prowess. The other
sorcerers often preferred not to look at his antics, which were in
response to the Dark Sea of Awareness, because they were so outrageous
-- like his ability to squeeze himself through a knothole. She said
that the songs they were going to play for us were particular
favorites of Silvio Manuel and Juan Tuma. She told everyone that when
they were apprentices they had heard these songs over and over and
over again while in the company of Silvio Manuel. Florinda stated that
these same songs were going to be played for us again and again
throughout the course of the workshop until we were, "Steeped in the
mood of Silvio Manuel and don Juan's generation of sorcerers."
The three musical themes of the workshop were available on a CD at the
Tensegrity Bookstore during breaks. All of the songs are sung in
Spanish by Daniel Santos who, according to Florinda, has a unique
vibration in his voice. All three are poignant and moving songs of
love and longing. Florinda described how all human beings sense this
immense longing for something they cannot completely define. She said
that sorcerers maintain that this sense of longing for something
indefinable is something that human beings mistakenly project onto
other people as a longing for love and companionship, when in fact it
is a longing for the boundless affection we would feel in the presence
of our energy body. She said candidly that, "It is really a longing
for the energy body we feel."
Florinda ended her lecture by translating the lyrics to the song she
was about to play for us. She said it was one that Juan Tuma
especially liked. She admiringly described him for us, her eyes
filling with light as she did so. She became charged with a strange
energy and awe as she described him as a handsome giant Indian man who
sang and danced like thunder!
As the song began to play, she walked out of the room to a standing
ovation, gesturing for us to be quiet so we could absorb the mood of
the music.
NOCTURNAL
by Jose Sabre Marroquin
Through the palm trees
That sleep peacefully
The silvery moon
Cuddles with the tropical sea
And my arms
Hungrily stretch out
Searching for you
In the night
A flowery perfume
Evokes your enrapturing breath
And the sweet kisses
Of your mouth,
And my lips thirstily wait
For a kiss from you
I feel that you are next to me
But it is a lie, an illusion
Oh! I spend hours like this
And nights like this
Asking life
For the miracle of being next to you
And perhaps not even in your dreams
Do you remember me
http://thoushallnotcensorart.com/moveme ... ingMan.htm
http://thoushallnotcensorart.com/moveme ... ingMan.htm
I remember a seminar I went to and this struck me as to the RunningManNotDoingPasses:
from:
Tensegrity Seminars
Los Angeles (1) - August 1997
[ 1997 Index | Previous | Next ]
To: The Ixtlan Mailing List
Date: Tue, 2 Sep 1997 01:25:59 -0400 (EDT)
LA WORKSHOP, August 23 to 27, 1997
by Vincent Sargenti and Randy Stark
Florinda Donner-Grau soon came out of a side door. She was dressed in
a light blue shirt, dark blue slacks and thick-soled black
rubber-looking sandals. She started by saying that 9am was way too
early for her to read from the wall. It was the first time she had
addressed us in the morning, and since she wasn't worth a damn in the
morning she had written something to read to us.
There were translators for Italian, Russian, French, German and
Spanish. (People using this service had portable earphones and were
able to receive translations even while doing passes.) One benefit for
the translators of her reading, she said, was that she didn't talk as
fast.
The microphone kept feeding back periodically, but Florinda was in
good spirits, tapping the toes of her sandals on the floor behind her
as she talked. Before going to her notes she joked about something
someone had said earlier as she walked into the convention center. "Oh
Florinda, you look tired." But she didn't look tired in the least as
she stood at the podium, short blonde hair impeccably brush cut around
her flawless white skin and beaming face.
She told us the old nagual, don Juan, had given them his very best. He
hit them with everything he had. When he realized that Carlos didn't
have the energetic configuration or temperament for anything but
ending the lineage, he put Big Florinda in charge of pulling them back
together and recovering after he and the rest of his party left. They
weren't worth a plugged nickel, Florinda said. You couldn't have made
a whole person from the four of them put together.
She digressed into to speaking about Carlos and said that he has a
particular fondness for several Hollywood filmmakers whose movies he
watches over and over. She said that among them, one of his favorites
is Woody Allen. She humorously said that he has poor taste in her
opinion. (Florinda is quite a filmgoer herself, but she never
mentioned that.) She told the story of a particular film and asked if
we might remember it. It was the one where all these men are dressed
in white with big white helmets and are preparing to jump out of the
back of an airplane. They are supposed to be sperm and right as they
are getting ready to rush out the back of the plane, the leader in
front yells, "Go back, it's a blow job!"
What happened to them reminded her of that scene in the Woody Allen
movie. "That's what happened to us," she said. They had been trained
and were ready to jump when suddenly they were told, "Go back, it's a
blowjob!" Regrouping afterwards was not easy, especially with Carol
Tiggs having disappeared to god knows where.
Not long after this, Florinda talked about the sheen of awareness that
has been eaten down by the Flyers, and how don Juan described it as El
Condoncito, the little condom. The vulgarity of this description
annoyed Florinda and she asked him if he couldn't just as well
describe it more like a pillow and a pillow case. He said no, it was
much tighter than that.
Florinda joked that Carlos has made a lot of mistakes in his life and
that, over the years, she has been witness to most of them. One of the
more recent, and according to her 'imbecilic', things he did was
create what came to be known as the Sunday Group, a local LA practice
group that Carlos worked with intensively over a period of more than a
year. Carlos' temperament is not like don Juan's. She humorously
described Carlos Castaneda as the 'ultimate hit-and-run artist'. She
said that over a year ago he decided he would try to influence this
small group of people and attempt to mold them into serious
warrior-practitioners with the force of his charismatic personality,
his ability to talk about anything, and his superior energy.
Florinda told the Los Angeles crowd that Carlos had made a monumental
error in judgment because all he succeeded in doing was to make
himself into their 'Guru'. So the Sunday Group was immediately
abolished according to Florinda. Her statement signaled the end of the
group, much to the surprise of some workshop attendees who were
members of it. Later in the week, Florinda's tale of the demise of the
group would spark speculation as to whether or not Carlos would be
showing up for the workshop at all.
Florinda went on to talk about some of the favorite songs of Juan Tuma
and Silvio Manuel. She described Silvio Manuel at length as an
incredible dancer of tremendous flair and physical prowess. The other
sorcerers often preferred not to look at his antics, which were in
response to the Dark Sea of Awareness, because they were so outrageous
-- like his ability to squeeze himself through a knothole. She said
that the songs they were going to play for us were particular
favorites of Silvio Manuel and Juan Tuma. She told everyone that when
they were apprentices they had heard these songs over and over and
over again while in the company of Silvio Manuel. Florinda stated that
these same songs were going to be played for us again and again
throughout the course of the workshop until we were, "Steeped in the
mood of Silvio Manuel and don Juan's generation of sorcerers."
The three musical themes of the workshop were available on a CD at the
Tensegrity Bookstore during breaks. All of the songs are sung in
Spanish by Daniel Santos who, according to Florinda, has a unique
vibration in his voice. All three are poignant and moving songs of
love and longing. Florinda described how all human beings sense this
immense longing for something they cannot completely define. She said
that sorcerers maintain that this sense of longing for something
indefinable is something that human beings mistakenly project onto
other people as a longing for love and companionship, when in fact it
is a longing for the boundless affection we would feel in the presence
of our energy body. She said candidly that, "It is really a longing
for the energy body we feel."
Florinda ended her lecture by translating the lyrics to the song she
was about to play for us. She said it was one that Juan Tuma
especially liked. She admiringly described him for us, her eyes
filling with light as she did so. She became charged with a strange
energy and awe as she described him as a handsome giant Indian man who
sang and danced like thunder!
As the song began to play, she walked out of the room to a standing
ovation, gesturing for us to be quiet so we could absorb the mood of
the music.
NOCTURNAL
by Jose Sabre Marroquin
Through the palm trees
That sleep peacefully
The silvery moon
Cuddles with the tropical sea
And my arms
Hungrily stretch out
Searching for you
In the night
A flowery perfume
Evokes your enrapturing breath
And the sweet kisses
Of your mouth,
And my lips thirstily wait
For a kiss from you
I feel that you are next to me
But it is a lie, an illusion
Oh! I spend hours like this
And nights like this
Asking life
For the miracle of being next to you
And perhaps not even in your dreams
Do you remember me
http://thoushallnotcensorart.com/moveme ... ingMan.htm