Wednesday, September 12, 2007

To be a slave of intensity

To be a slave of intensity



Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive,

Jump into experience while you are alive!

Think……. And Think ………. And think …….. while you are alive

What you call “salvation” belongs to the time before death.



If you don’t break your ropes while you are alive,

Do you think

Ghosts will do it after?



The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic

Just because the body is rotten –

That is all fantasy

What is found now is found then.

If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death

(with Ikea furniture)

If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.



So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,

Believe in the Great Sound!



I say this: When the Guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.

Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.


(Kabir, translated by Robert Bly)

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Smoking is gay!

This is what it sez on my packet:

This unique lid lock pack feels bigger in your hand.
Your fingers and lips experience a thicker cigarette.
He is also shorter, but contains more tobacco than a normal cigarette.
This cigarette is especially made to be smoked slowly so you can enjoy it's taste longer.
Marlboro Wides, for a new and longer taste-sensation.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Rebel without a clue





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I know, I know....... Her camera, HER sunglasses.... I normally don't hide my eyes. But the pictures turned out nice anyway....... My God........ smells like fish here.....

Monday, September 03, 2007

Approaching the divine

In Indian Tantra filosophy the different attitudes one can have towards the divine are categorised and described.
One way is to see the divine as a father, and yourself as his dutiful child. It works for me sometimes. And sometimes I do think of God that way, but when all is quiet inside and I gaze at the sun breaking through the clouds, it is a womans face I see.
Another way is to see God as a mother. I can't do that. Mothers give me the creeps. Motherly love in my experience is a bad and painful thing. This is definitely not the way I want to relate to the living universe.
A third way is to think of God as a child entrusted to your care. It speaks to me. I can see how it would be wonderful to relate to the world in such a way. But I can honestly say that not even for one second did I ever feel this way about reality.
Another way that isn't for me is relating like a servant to a master. Sort of like in islam where people are slaves to Allah. I find it distasteful. I am a servant to no man and no man is a servant to me.
I believe in all there are about seven ways in which you can relate to the divine. I forgot the other ones. I don't think they really suited me. These ways are not conscious choices. They are temperament, character. One is born into the way one relates to God.
In India they speak of the six beautiful ways, and the seventh is barely mentioned. The seventh is bad. The seventh is difficult and makes you sway from the true path. The seventh is for those men you wouldn't want as a guest in your house.

Last night it was warm and raining. I should have been in bed but I wasn't. I stepped out on the balcony. There was silence. Just the sound of the rain. A gentle breeze on my skin. The dark nightsky overhead embracing me. It was within me as much as it was outside of me.
For one moment I could sense that beautiful smile the universe can give you and inside I stepped up. I spoke the one sentence that truly reflects the way I relate to the divine from my deepest darkest self:

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."