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The observer is not the observed -- then where does the observed spring from? And what about our continual projections? Is it all illusion? And yet, can't the nature of the illusion throw light on its creator-observer?
The word maya has to be understood. In English there is no equivalent word: "illusion" is not right.
In the east we call real that which is eternal, timelessly there; has always been, will always be, there was never a time when it was not -- this eternal we call the real, the true. Exactly opposite to it is the unreal, the untrue -- which has never been, will never be. Between the two is maya. Maya means that which appears to be and yet is not. It is just in the middle of the real and the unreal. It is a lie but it appears like truth. It is a decorated lie, and very convincing. When it is there it appears absolutely true; you know it.
In the night when you dream you never suspect. Even very skeptical people, atheists, don't suspect. In a dream there is nobody who suspects. Even great doubters who suspect everything don't suspect the dream; when the dream is there it appears absolutely true. Absurd things also look true.
When the dream is there it is real. It is so real that even absurdity does not make you doubt. In the morning when you open your eyes, suddenly it is unreal. Now from where had it come? It had come from your own unawareness. It was your projection. It was not there outside you, it was inside you; it was your game. And when you were so lost in it it became real. In the morning you are awake, the projection is withdrawn; you can see now that it was unreal.
Now what to call a dream? Call it real? It is not real because there was a time when it was not, and now again there is a time when it is not. Should we call it unreal? But then it was there in the middle. In the evening it was not, in the morning it is not again, but in the night it is there. So how can you call it unreal? So in the east we invented a new term. We call it maya: what is unreal but appears as real because of our unconsciousness.
Maya is almost like magic -- something which is not but can be made to appear as if it is. It shows something about you.
A dream shows something about the dreamer.
For example, if you dream about women, sex, and things like that, that simply shows that in your waking life you must be trying to be celibate, or you must be trying to go beyond sex. You must be repressing sexuality. The repressed bubbles up in your dream, becomes a projection. If in the night you dream always about fasting and dinners and things like that, that simply means you must be trying to starve yourself in some way or other. You must be fasting, or you may be a food-maniac. You must be doing something wrong; your body is not satisfied. That dissatisfaction arises in your dream. Or you are repressing something that arises in your dream. It simply shows that your life is not going rhythmically. There is something disturbing its rhythm. That disturbance arises in the dream, becomes a projection.
It shows something about the person who is dreaming.
"The observer is not the observed -- then where does the observed spring from?" It springs from the observer -- but the observer is fast asleep, has not yet become really an observer, is only potentially an observer, not actually. Out of that sleepiness, slumber, stupor, arise all sorts of illusions: you create them.
"And yet can the nature of the illusion throw light on its creator-observer?" Yes, it throws some light.
Now all that you come to experience in life is nothing but your own desire.
Because you want to experience it, your mind conjures. Mind is a great magician. It is very tricky, it is the greatest magic show...your own mind. If you want to conjure something you will convince yourself. Even an ugly woman can become beautiful if you are full of desire.
Now all that you come to experience in life is nothing but your own desire.
Because you want to experience it, your mind conjures. Mind is a great magician. It is very tricky, it is the greatest magic show...your own mind. If you want to conjure something you will convince yourself. Even an ugly woman can become beautiful if you are full of desire.
When there is only body and soul and the mind has disappeared, you are enlightened. Enlightenment means the disappearance of the magician.
Compiled By:Ekin
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| | | Posted by ekin on Friday, June 24, 2005 - 07:24 AM | |
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For those of you in the D/FW area, The Dallas Museum of Art currently has an exhibition of "The Sensuous and the Sacred: Chola Bronzes from South India" until June 15th.
I had planned on going to see it this weekend and posting some pictures here, but unsurprisingly, life got in the way.. Hopefully I'll get down there in the next few weeks.
If you're in the area and haven't tried the new Dart Rail system, here's your chance -- you can take the red line to St. Paul Station, two blocks south of the museum, or go to Cityplace, and take the M-Line trolley to the museum. Either is fast, cheap, fun and avoids having to park downtown.
More info on the exhibit here - http://www.dallasmuseumofart.org/exhibitions.htm
If anyone is interested in perhaps going in a group sometime over the next few weekends, leave a comment or PM for me here, and we'll see what we can arrange.
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| | | Posted by lawson on Monday, May 05, 2003 - 02:03 AM | |
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One of the features we wanted most when we started this site was a basic "matchmaker" system. Unfortunately finding one that worked was a long search.
The good news is that we now have a system up -- it's a little eclectic, a little goofy, and a little rough-around-the-edges -- which should insure that it fits right in.
You can find it by select "Match Maker" off of the main menu.
Please take a moment and set up your profile, and let's get to meeting each other.
(This feature is free for the use of registered users. Registration is also free. The frogurt, however, is cursed)
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| | | Posted by lawson on Monday, May 05, 2003 - 01:55 AM | |
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The yellow rose of Texas came down by the eildon tree
Her hair shone in the morning sun, her eyes were wild and free
And I knew I would go with her...
'cos she put a spell on me...
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Read full article: 'Yellow Rose' (1863 bytes more)
| | | Posted by lawson on Sunday, March 16, 2003 - 04:49 AM | |
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