05-27-2008, 12:00 AM
Hello , Bob
I was thinking that I would miss you if you did not post here occasionally.
Is there hope for Cartaneda Forum?
Anyway, and in all seriousness , Tolstoy is correct, at least applied to what is called the Tonal. But, I see impeccability as a journey rather than a goal.
That is, straining and effort are to no avail, Stalking is. And , stalking is a total questioning, a total examination of a thing, until understanding is
reached. This kind of study changes conciousness, and thus, behavior.
Now , I don't mean to say that one should not accept a teacher and learn methods. However, it is now clear to me that to stalk, one must yearn, truly love,
the profession one stalks. Otherwise, one just wastes energy on the road to death.
There is a post , somewhere else here, "Now that I have become what I sought, I don't know who I am. " , or something like that. The point is
that it is false to try to 'become' anything. It is envious to try to be other than what one is. It is curious how people will praise their God, yet
constantly condemn his creation. As if, for instance, Humans could 'manage' a forest. The forest is fine. What we manage is our meddling.
My point is that perfection is already here, if only we would stop blindly doing what we are told , what we think we have to do.
Though the inquiring mind is a wonderful thing, intellectualism, and thereby, most modern acculturalism , is a curse.
Yes! Question authority. Question everything before you believe anything! Examine those ones who were cast off with disdain.
Watch the animals-they spin but they do not toil-they are perfect, even if it does not please the human. To be silent in mind and scan ones
surroundings with no pre-concept is a moment of perfection.
To describe Power in words is not perfection. I know I have left out so much, using these words. Maybe to find the joy in merely being alive,
when one is able, is perfection. The words in the Castaneda narrative certainly inspired me to that love, through expanded understanding, of this astounding
thing we call life. And how would I know it without Stalking it?
Finally, for a human to say, spiritually,' this is, and no further!' is a grievious error. Wars are fought over that kind of thinking.
Acceptance of our mortality is enough. There is no certainty but death. (thank you, Juan Matus)
I was thinking that I would miss you if you did not post here occasionally.
Is there hope for Cartaneda Forum?
Anyway, and in all seriousness , Tolstoy is correct, at least applied to what is called the Tonal. But, I see impeccability as a journey rather than a goal.
That is, straining and effort are to no avail, Stalking is. And , stalking is a total questioning, a total examination of a thing, until understanding is
reached. This kind of study changes conciousness, and thus, behavior.
Now , I don't mean to say that one should not accept a teacher and learn methods. However, it is now clear to me that to stalk, one must yearn, truly love,
the profession one stalks. Otherwise, one just wastes energy on the road to death.
There is a post , somewhere else here, "Now that I have become what I sought, I don't know who I am. " , or something like that. The point is
that it is false to try to 'become' anything. It is envious to try to be other than what one is. It is curious how people will praise their God, yet
constantly condemn his creation. As if, for instance, Humans could 'manage' a forest. The forest is fine. What we manage is our meddling.
My point is that perfection is already here, if only we would stop blindly doing what we are told , what we think we have to do.
Though the inquiring mind is a wonderful thing, intellectualism, and thereby, most modern acculturalism , is a curse.
Yes! Question authority. Question everything before you believe anything! Examine those ones who were cast off with disdain.
Watch the animals-they spin but they do not toil-they are perfect, even if it does not please the human. To be silent in mind and scan ones
surroundings with no pre-concept is a moment of perfection.
To describe Power in words is not perfection. I know I have left out so much, using these words. Maybe to find the joy in merely being alive,
when one is able, is perfection. The words in the Castaneda narrative certainly inspired me to that love, through expanded understanding, of this astounding
thing we call life. And how would I know it without Stalking it?
Finally, for a human to say, spiritually,' this is, and no further!' is a grievious error. Wars are fought over that kind of thinking.
Acceptance of our mortality is enough. There is no certainty but death. (thank you, Juan Matus)