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06 July 2009

Humble Pie is a Good Thing

Humble Pie is a Good Thing

BE Humble
Eat some Humble pie
A suggestion to the ego
To PRACTICE Humility

Entertain the idea
Perhaps all would go easier for you
If you would only…

Wait to see

Who and what is standing in front of you
Stay all those reactive parts
Entice your "brain" with the promise

Perhaps the deep sorrow you experience
Is your heart yearning.

Open to Love

You are them
They are you
You are it
It is you

All connected
One very long Golden thread

What is all the fear about?
Afraid you won’t get your share?
Afraid you won’t get enough?
Afraid you will be tricked?
Afraid you won't get a return on your "investments"?

Stop being a puffed up goose
Your hissing keeps you from what you want most
Your doubt chokes and empties your life
Until you are dead
Worse than stone

Already consumed by the moon

Be at Peace,
Lalo

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Useful Books

A Course in Miracles
A Journey of Souls ~ Dr. Michael Newton
A New Earth ~ Eckhardt Tolle
Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson ~ G.I. Gurdjieff
Delicious Laughter (and anything else written by) ~ Rumi
In Search of the Miraculous ~ P.D. Ouspensky
Life Is Real Only Then When I AM ~ G.I. Gurdjieff
Meetings With Remarkable Men ~ Gurdjieff
Practicing Presence ~ Tolle
Psychological Commentaries On the Teaching of G.I. Gurdjieff and P.D. Ouspensky ~ Maurice Nicoll
Stillness Speaks ~ Eckhardt Tolle
The Divine Pymander of Hermes Trismegistus
The Philokalia
The Power of Now ~ Tolle
The Psychology of Human Evolution ~ P.D. Ouspensky
The Reality of Being ~ Mme. Jeanne de Salzmann
The Way of Illumination ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan

"The Reality of Being"

A Nostalgia for Being: "Man remains a mystery to himself. He has a nostalgia for Being, a longing for duration, for permanence, for absoluteness—a longing to be. Yet everything that constitutes his life is temporary, ephemeral, limited. He aspires to another order, another life, a world that is beyond him. He senses that he is meant to participate in it. He searches for an idea, an inspiration, that could move him in this direction. It arises as a question: "Who am I—who am I in this world?" If this question becomes sufficiently alive, it could direct the course of his life. He cannot answer. He has nothing with which to answer—no knowledge of himself to face this question, no knowledge of his own. But he feels he must welcome it. He asks himself what he is. This is the first step on the way. He wants to open his eyes. He wants to wake up, to awaken." ~ Madam Jeanne de Salzmann

Hazrat Inayat Khan

"I have loved in life and I have been loved. I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life's joy and sorrow. My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it. My heart has been rent and joined again; My heart has been broken and again made whole; My heart has been wounded and healed again; A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet. I went through hell and saw there love's raging fire, and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love. I wept in love and made all weep with me; I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men; And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes. The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear; With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, I shook the throne of God in heaven. I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love, "Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret." She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear, "My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored."