<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389</id><updated>2011-06-15T12:43:42.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Basicindia - This world we share</title><subtitle type='html'>How to live?  What is the true meaning of community spirit? What does friendship mean? How to live in peace and love with each other? A space for looking at  questions concerning our lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-1982391069910573532</id><published>2007-02-12T09:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:15:23.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From an American author</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://behlerpublications.com/assets/pictures/authors/wm-anthony-connolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://behlerpublications.com/assets/pictures/authors/wm-anthony-connolly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;While browsing around Zaadz a few weeks back I came across&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthony Connolly who is a best selling author. The three novels he has written are:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;The Jenny Muck",&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Get Back"&lt;/strong&gt; and "&lt;strong&gt;The Obituaries"&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is also an essay editor for the journal Tidelines; a produced playwright and has published poetry and short stories. He is currently teaching English at the University of Missouri-Columbia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony's blog on Zaadz features some poems and articles which I found interesting and which touched me. Here is one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAGES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had but a few pages to leave this world, to take from a hurricane-ravaged house; a car in the path of a tornado; to take a bullet for; to write in blood, my last ounces; I would write of love and it would be all about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so important that you want it to outlast you and your kin? What is more than bone, heavier than blood and worth the air in your lungs? What is worth the water in your eyes and the marrow of your arms? What is worth the rush, the last minute, before the fire consumes you and your clothes? From where would these pages, the words upon them, originate, from what book, diary or tome would you tear them thus defacing the depository of their first love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we speak of dreams, we speak of something dear, but nearly impossible to prove or make tactile to another, a person who is willing to sit and listen to the story of wonder, the last one, the one clutched from oblivion; listening to you speak of angels, ashtrays and ships ground ashore beaches of bleached skulls and unfurling manuscripts written in illuminated letters speaking of how it is wrong to sail under uncertain conditions, but that is all we have all of us, these uncertain waters and warnings in the sky above the sail of our own fidelity and hope clutching but a few pages scratched upon them our undying, immortal words of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you would like to see more  go to: &lt;a href="http://anthonyconnolly.zaadz.com/"&gt;http://anthonyconnolly.zaadz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-1982391069910573532?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/1982391069910573532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=1982391069910573532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/1982391069910573532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/1982391069910573532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2007/02/while-browsing-around-zaadz-few-weeks.html' title='From an American author'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-5156031070910595832</id><published>2007-01-25T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:08:05.762+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's The Music That Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/C/05/26/14/image_4614265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/C/05/26/14/image_4614265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entertainment industry in the past few decades has given us a lot  and also taken away a lot.  It has given us  great music and great movies among other things but in the scramble  for big bucks and big names the more delicate sounds, the subtler voices, the slightly  more diffident artistes  who are nonetheless very gifted,   have been kind of lost. Making it big these days depends all too much, not on real talent but on contacts, on how you present yourself and other abilities which have nothing to do with your artistic spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is turning out to be the good guy here and has come to the rescue of many struggling artists whom recording labels have initially turned down. During my time in Germany for example I kept hearing this song on the radio by a singer called Sandi Thom, (I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair) and later found out from Thomas that she had initially promoted her song through the internet.  On account of the numerous downloads and requests by enthusiastic fans,  it was soon being played on the radio stations and  became so popular that a well known recording label finally decided to release her CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One musician I've discovered recently on the Zaadz network calls himself &lt;a href="http://artistx.zaadz.com/"&gt;"Artist X"&lt;/a&gt;.   According to his profile,  "Artist X is a songwriter, vocalist and guitarist who has decided to release his music anonymously via the internet in an effort to keep the focus where it should be - on the music!" Sampling his songs on the net I found some really nice stuff, inspired by what he calls his "spiritual awakening" and thought I would invite you to listen to it too.  I found it quite a pleasing mix of familiar styles and listenable. Artist X claims to have been influenced by Pink Floyd, Nick Drake, Phish and other musicians and bands and also by Alan Watts,  Eckhart Toll and Ramdass on the spiritual front. Here is where you can get a taste of what he sounds like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/artistxsongs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/artistxsongs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-5156031070910595832?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/5156031070910595832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=5156031070910595832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/5156031070910595832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/5156031070910595832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2007/01/role-of-internet-in-marketing-music.html' title='It&apos;s The Music That Matters'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-7161121560700709008</id><published>2007-01-18T20:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:43:59.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Healing with Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kathleenwildwood.com/images/Kathleen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kathleenwildwood.com/images/Kathleen2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathleenwildwood.com/aboutus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kathleen Wildwood and her Celtic harp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of years ago when I was in Frankfurt, my friend Bernd had given me a CD of indigenous healing music titled “Shaman, Jhankri &amp;amp; Nele: Music Healers of Indigeneous Cultures”.   Back in India, when I sat down to listen to it, I  liked the feel of the recordings which seemed to have kept to the original quality as far as possible without any extraneous elements such as modern orchestration. Then recently, &lt;a href="http://joyfulemerging.zaadz.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;, with whom I’ve been lately corresponding at Zaadz sent me a link to an interview with the person who produced this CD on music healers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Moffitt Cook is the director of the &lt;a href="http://www.openearcenter.com/aboutoec.htm"&gt;“Open Ear Institute”&lt;/a&gt; which offers international training and non academic certification programmes centred around the use of cross cultural healing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over 25 years Pat has travelled extensively throughout the world recording and participating in musical rituals and the daily life of other cultures. She studied six and half years with a Chinese/Indonesian grand master of martial and healing arts in Indonesia and the United States. She has continued to work with a North Indian Hindu village healer in India since 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is familiar with therapies in the west which rely on traditional  western music, Pat Cook believes in using music which is slightly different, and unfamiliar to the person listening, because it helps to expand the thought process. “We have new ideas come in,” she says,  “because we are not conditioned to this yet. We're not as much in control as when we have music that we know about. Also, we don't get bored. I think that music can become boring if it's something that we know so well. So this allows people to step out of their cultural boundaries and expand a little bit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, music therapy seems to be based on the principle that certain beats and rhythms can slow down brain processes and in doing so, minimise pain or anxiety. Music is sometimes played in hospitals before surgery so as to prepare the patient for anaesthesia. The type of music normally played before the operation is calming and slow, so as to relax the person whereas on recovery, a different kind of  music with a more lively tempo is played to help the person return to his normal state as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furious.com/PERFECT/milfordgraves.html"&gt;Professor Milford Graves&lt;/a&gt;, a jazz musician, has also worked extensively with music as a healing tool, besides acupuncture and herbal remedies. His research into the use of music offers evidence that music can actually help people with heart problems. Cardiac arrhythmia for which there is no medication, can benefit from  certain kinds of jazz. Playing music apparently helps to steady an irregular beat.   According to Graves, in one instance,  when an audio tape of such music was played to a  person with an irregular heart beat, the heartbeat began to synchronise with the rhythm of the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about &lt;a href="http://www.furious.com/PERFECT/musictherapy.html#articles"&gt;music and healing&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-7161121560700709008?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/7161121560700709008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=7161121560700709008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/7161121560700709008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/7161121560700709008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2007/01/healing-with-music.html' title='Healing with Music'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-2013852999378204551</id><published>2007-01-12T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:12:25.098+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And this I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this I believe&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.regularguy.com/images/iraq/caring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.regularguy.com/images/iraq/caring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dealt extensively with a very angry person this week. Not angry at me really, just angry in general…but it was an invasive anger and it touched me such that I felt wet with it. As I was driving earlier today, I began to think about some of the angry people I have known. I drove past an elderly man sitting on a log at the roadside smoking a cigarette. I had previously made his acquaintance…he is not an angry person even though he lives what I would call a difficult life. A conversation with him will quickly show a deeply seated unshakeable joy for life. I wanted to push out a wide envelope of love that would brush past all whom I encountered. Though his face showed as haggard, the memory of our brief encounter moved me as I passed. I turned onto the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I touch those filled with hatred…those who lash out or even seek to destroy that which is good? What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hatred and love are not so very far apart. People with a great capacity for hatred also have as great a capacity for love and good, but that capacity has been turned on its head for whatever reason—perhaps from dealing with psychological pain and disillusionment. I often notice people who love in one area and hate in another…sometimes this brings a violence which is both internally and externally manifested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If our battle is for peace and our battle is for life then it must begin inside each of us as a battle to love, to care, to touch anytime we are accosted by the energy of love turned on its head…either from within or from without. If we ever want to put an end to any violent conflict this will ultimately be accomplished not by the right leaders nor finding the right compromise when in conflict—it will be accomplished because we loved when we could have hated, we uplifted when we could have oppressed, we cared when we could have been callous, and we understood when we were disbelieved. And this, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://donan.zaadz.com/"&gt;http://donan.zaadz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-2013852999378204551?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/2013852999378204551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=2013852999378204551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/2013852999378204551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/2013852999378204551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-this-i-believe.html' title='And this I believe'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-5110652901061202163</id><published>2007-01-01T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:52:05.188+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual scandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thetech.org/exhibits_events/online/genome/images/dilemma.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thetech.org/exhibits_events/online/genome/images/dilemma.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The price you pay for fame and recognition is heavy. Especially if you happen to be in the field of religious or spiritual education.  Stories about gurus involved in scandals whose subjects range  from sex to money,  are  hardly unusual.   Are the stories justified? Do they prove the person concerned, guilty?  No one knows for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho was probably the most notorious of the lot and has been a puzzle to everybody except the most devout of his followers. He was capable of moving people to tears when he spoke. He dared to speak his mind on   subjects   which many gurus prefer to leave untouched, such as  sex or money. But then he spoke  of freedom and in the same breath encouraged rules and regulations which were suffocating. He spoke of how important it was to keep the mind empty and at the same time owned at least 14 Mercedez Benz. (Does a person who truly lives in the moment and whose mind is devoid of possessiveness, really want to own that many cars!) And like many other spiritual leaders Osho too was implicated in  scandals relating to sexual abuse and even suicide among his followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  when I posted something on up and coming American guru Andrew Cohen I wasn’t in the least surprised to read the  comment which followed it, presumably by a disappointed disciple leading me to a site which provides plenty of information on the down side of Cohen’s character. Are the things they say about him true? Has he been falsely implicated? Who knows. I certainly don’t intend to play judge here. I came across what he wrote, found it interesting and decided to share it on this blog. That  I dont plan to take  sides is clear from the fact that comments are permitted from readers and are not subject (as yet!) to any censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just that sometimes you read what a person has said and get the feeling that his words convey something to you. They touch you perhaps, they make sense, something falls into place.  As Hope wrote in her comment on the last blog, making a genuine transition to a new level demands that you leave much of the old learning behind, that you leave the ego behind and often gurus who attempt to do this are torn down by the rest of society. On the other hand it might be that the spiritual leader who sounds wise on paper or in a talk is not able to put his words into practice and ends up taking advantage of his followers.  The question in that case, is,  does that make his words any less true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are musicians who produce songs or symphonies capable of  melting  your heart and which lead to states of higher consciousness.  Knowing   that the person who composed or sang a particularly moving piece of music was an asshole, doesn’t really affect the quality of a song, a symphony, a raga or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of life’s mysteries and not something which I think I can hope to solve. The bottom line is simply, keep your eyes and ears open and take from life whatever is genuine and what helps you to understand yourself.  Above all it helps not to sit in judgement over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are really interested in gathering more info on Andrew Cohen's character,  check out Sophya’s comment on the last blog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-5110652901061202163?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/5110652901061202163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=5110652901061202163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/5110652901061202163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/5110652901061202163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2007/01/spiritual-scandals.html' title='Spiritual scandals'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-6067807130510361899</id><published>2006-12-27T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:09:05.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Five Tenets to help you stick to the path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buddhisttours.net/images/buddha-enlightenment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.buddhisttours.net/images/buddha-enlightenment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew Cohen is an American  visionary thinker  committed to the   transformation of human consciousness and culture. As a  critic of the extreme individualism that characterizes much of contemporary spirituality,   Cohen is awakening in people around the world  a purpose for living that far transcends egoism: namely, a   moral obligation to wholeheartedly participate in the evolution of consciousness itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen was born in New York City in 1955. Raised as an atheist, his life was irrevocably changed   by a spontaneous revelation of "cosmic consciousness" at the age of sixteen. Haunted by the experience,   Cohen eventually abandoned his dream of becoming a jazz drummer and, at the age of twenty-two, began   seeking spiritual enlightenment. Moving from the study of martial arts to Kriya Yoga to Buddhism, Cohen's   search finally came to an end in 1986 when he met the Indian master of Advaita Vedanta H.W.L. Poonja.  It was shortly after this life-transforming encounter, and with the encouragement of his guru (with whom he later   parted ways philosophically), that Cohen began to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are looking for  guiding principles to support you in your breakthrough  to a new field of awareness the link below could be interesting. It  deals with what Cohen calls the five fundamental tenets of enlightenment: clarity of intention, the law of volitionality, facing everything and avoiding nothing, the truth of impersonality, and for the sake of the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewcohen.org/teachings/path.asp"&gt;http://www.andrewcohen.org/teachings/path.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material in this post is abridged from the biography of Andrew Cohen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewcohen.org/andrew/biography.asp"&gt;http://www.andrewcohen.org/andrew/biography.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewcohen.org/teachings/path.asp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-6067807130510361899?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/6067807130510361899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=6067807130510361899' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/6067807130510361899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/6067807130510361899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2006/12/five-tenets-to-help-you-stick-to-path.html' title='Five Tenets to help you stick to the path'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-3472644516150367945</id><published>2006-12-24T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:14:56.152+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Choice Before Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sites.epals.com/cpauchnick/files/cpauchnick/cpauchnick/images/wrldhnds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sites.epals.com/cpauchnick/files/cpauchnick/cpauchnick/images/wrldhnds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;by Starhawk&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece was written on February 5th 2003 by a woman who calls herself Starhawk and has become the spokesmen for a contingent of men and women in the U.S. and all over the world, who want to replace the destructive, power hungry institutions which determine our fate today,  with more organic structures based on peace and love. The piece from which the paragraphs below were taken was written at the height of the war waged against Iraq by the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The media and politicians tell us that this war is inevitable that we can’t stop it, that our pleas and protests make no difference. They murmur a constant incantation of our powerlessness, lulling us into a nightmare sleep.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can still wake up. We can choose to walk out of the  nightmare, and dream a different dream.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is for each one of us, who cherishes the lives of our  children, to refuse to be silent, to  say no to war, to say yes to peace.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to ask ourselves, how have we abandoned our country, our fate, into the hands of callous men who have no compunction about wasting lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spell has been cast that fogs our eyes and binds our hands? What lies have we believed? What power have we let slip away?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Replace the nightmare with this dream: that in the moment that one world power has amassed the unchallenged military might to make its bid for global empire its own people rise up and say “No. This is not what we want to be… we want to join hands with the people of the world and strengthen the institutions that are slowly and painfully learning to solve conflicts without bloodshed, and teaching us to respect our differences. We know that peace must be built on justice and we want peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete article: &lt;a href="http://www.starhawk.org/activism/activism-writings/choicebeforeus.html"&gt;http://www.starhawk.org/activism/activism-writings/choicebeforeus.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-3472644516150367945?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/3472644516150367945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=3472644516150367945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/3472644516150367945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/3472644516150367945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2006/12/choice-before-us.html' title='The Choice Before Us'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-5984646730724128997</id><published>2006-12-20T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:00:28.309+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Give me four words and I'll give you a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yankeegardener.com/birds/mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.yankeegardener.com/birds/mockingbird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pic: www.yankeegardener.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He calls himself “Mockingbird”. It was a name that came to him during  “a sort of vision quest”  on which his teachers and mentors sent him. “In the old days“, he writes,  “even sometimes  today, a person is sent into the wilderness, with no food or water, for 4 days to access his vision of  life  but in this modern world, we adapt.  So I sat at home, in the park, in the woods nearby, along busy sidewalks, everywhere, holding my vision close to me.  One afternoon, while walking to class at the local college, I heard a bird singing, and so I stopped to listen as I was taught.  After a bit, time and space began that melting away thing it does in the presence of the sacred, and I could suddenly understand, in English, what the bird was singing.  It was lovely and my heart began to soar.  Later, I told the story to my teachers and they agreed that it was a good sign and that the mockingbird could be my totem.  Later in dreams it was confirmed and in the way we do things, I adopted the name mockingbird, whose symbolic power is to sing our true song and to help others sing their true soul song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, Mockingbird (or MB as he is often called) and I have been exchanging notes with each other about a number of things for a couple of months now. He is married to a woman from  India, and is working on projects to help educate young Indian girls. MB also writes poetry. Recently he offered to write me a poem based on any four words I gave him. So off the cuff I shot off these four words to him:  tree, broken, infinite, dumb. Here is the poem he came back  with in a short while:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“a broken tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bearing such sweet fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;maybe it is the infinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;playing dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;some silent song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;of blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whispering into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calling you home”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MB lives in Lafayette, LA. Check out his home page at Zaadz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mockingbird57.zaadz.com/"&gt;http://mockingbird57.zaadz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mockingbird57.zaadz.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-5984646730724128997?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/5984646730724128997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=5984646730724128997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/5984646730724128997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/5984646730724128997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2006/12/give-me-four-words-and-ill-give-you.html' title='Give me four words and I&apos;ll give you a poem'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-6666000561235893776</id><published>2006-12-17T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:49:23.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Earth waits for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art2.com/full_image/steve_poster/meadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.art2.com/full_image/steve_poster/meadows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Earth is always patient and open-hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She has been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the last trillion lifetimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She can wait for any length of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She knows you will come back to her one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh and green, she will welcome you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly like the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;because love never says, “This is the last time”;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;because Earth is a loving mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She will never stop waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Thich Naht Hanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this quote from Mark Gehrke's blog "Earthharmony home".  Mark lives in Hawaii where he operates a small guest house in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kauai. He has started a conscious leadership program for young teens with one of the  local community organizatons on Kauai.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://everyday.zaadz.com/"&gt;http://everyday.zaadz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-6666000561235893776?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/6666000561235893776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=6666000561235893776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/6666000561235893776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/6666000561235893776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2006/12/earth-waits-for-you.html' title='The Earth waits for you'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246811157140824389.post-81290624554528692</id><published>2006-12-12T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:43:53.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cherokee Indian Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quinte.net/dream/cope/enemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.quinte.net/dream/cope/enemy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;An elderly Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;He said to them, “A fight is going on inside of me… It is a terrible fight that is occuring between two wolves.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.  The other wolf stands for joy, peace, hope, love, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“The same fight is going on inside of you and every other person.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The children thought about it.  Then one child asked, “Which wolf will win Grandfather?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The old Cherokee replied, “The one you feed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246811157140824389-81290624554528692?l=thisworldweshare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/feeds/81290624554528692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5246811157140824389&amp;postID=81290624554528692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/81290624554528692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246811157140824389/posts/default/81290624554528692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisworldweshare.blogspot.com/2006/12/cherokee-indian-wisdom.html' title='Cherokee Indian Wisdom'/><author><name>basicindia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0s0F2MrZEaM/TfhbiZeQEAI/AAAAAAAAANE/jkE6m_bZ6Oc/s220/basicindia%2Bgroup.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
