If one must have a master or a guru or one must study, Laozi, Huineng, and Gautama could not be mystics. That just does not make a lot of sense to me.
The Buddha had no bhikkus? I'm confused. I don't follow you at all.
I'd sum things up according to the Cheers I just watched. I saw the last two minutes, nothing more, so I have no idea how the rest of the show goes ...
... but Woody is in the bar, pretty much alone, and Robert Eurich (?) walks in. I don't even remember who this
famous bloke is supposed to be; maybe you all do? Anyway, he's some kinda celebrity.
Woody yells back to Rebecca that he's there, and she tells him to quit screwing around. I think he yells it to other folks, and they are just as dubious. Sam finally walks downstairs as Woody's heading out the door, apparently invited by the celebrity to come to a party or something. Sam is carrying a case of beer, so he does not see Robert Eurich, although he stands right there at the DOOR.
So there is another joke, Sam tells Woody: Sure, go ahead and enjoy the party ... kind of laughing, I mean after all, Woody's obviously high or something, right?
No. He just subscribes to a different tradition, believes in different
magical words and silly dances, all that rigamarole. Purple robes, red robes, yellow robes, blue; eats dandelions, not roses, and what do
you do? blah blah blah
Woody goes up the steps to the street with Bob Eurich, Sam looks out the window and pauses for a second, then shakes his head ...
Naaaa, couldn't be!
Pardon my intrusion, and PLEASE, do
make the most of it ... Enjoy your discussion! I just don't care for Krishnamurti, or his
Pathless Land of Truth; but I have made that clear elsewhere. I've also made my own beliefs fairly clear on another thread, on occultists, so I don't need to restate that here. It did, however, strike a nerve, so I do apologize if I was a bit hasty.
Like I said, what you don't know not only
won't hurt you, in many cases (otherwise quite the reverse) ... it may help more than you realize (or, again,
perhaps the reverse). I only hope for the speedy enlightenment of all the intellectual masturbators, and I gladly include myself in that lot, but in MY book, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. We may believe differently, but because I believe in Gnosis, it's like either
acknowledging an elliptical earth, and black holes at the center of every galaxy, or it's denial. In these cases, you can argue it
makes no difference.
Really? It makes no difference whether you believe in a
Christ within? Sure it does. It also matters whether you
do like to stroke the old mental cucumber, and ascribe all this business to
some theological nuance, or whether you will do your best to try and MEET A PERSON at this level of intersecting
Essential Divinity, say in the grocery store, in an AA meeting, or in the pew beside you. Keep up the noodle-stroking, and I say you may do no one any real harm.
Yes, I should know
On the other hand (ha!) ... when you aren't so determined to reach the point of orgiastic explosion, it's
just possible, I have discovered, to SEE what Christ meant, to KNOW what St. Paul sought to elicit [literally, as well as
in your mind] ... and even to
join in with the effort. OR, we can always keep up the tail-chasing, such that every additional word I type - is wasted effort.
Glad to know -
that yours, aren't! [wasted words, wasted effort]
