Do you want to be the soil that nourishes the field or do you want to be one tree? One tree will always get more attention and praise than the soil. But Spiritual work is being the dirt that feeds the forest and contentment arises out of seeing the plant life grow because of your effort.
Yogi Cameron
on Jan 12th, 2010 at 10:01 am
Darling Cameron….I know I have much to learn.Right now,between typing words and wiping tears off my eyes….almost impossible as tears are just swelling in my eyes.I can’t think very clearly now.I have to relax and open up and let it sink in me.Cameron you are EVERYTHING to me!You are the breath of my very soul.I love you.Thank you Cameron.
on Jan 13th, 2010 at 8:20 am
Interesting how a tiny little shift in perspective uncovers whole new worlds. Nice post.
on Jan 14th, 2010 at 1:35 pm
*Decisions are energy shifts which take place on the inside first before manifesting themselves on the plane of manifestation.*
So Cameron,my sweet heart,A decision can be the result of a major energy shift….any decision will result in major energy shifts.Cameron my divine energy…I adore you hun!Hugs & kisses
Colouring the Book of Life….
on Jan 15th, 2010 at 3:42 pm
Goodnight my darling Cameron.I love you!Hugs & kisses
on Jan 16th, 2010 at 11:08 pm
“Not strong are bonds made of iron,
Or wood, or hemp, thus say the wise.
But attachment to jewelled ornaments,
Children and wives is a strong tie.
$$$$$
Weeds are the bane of fields,
Lust is the bane of mankind.
Hence offerings made to lustless ones
Yield abundant fruit.
Weeds are the bane of fields,
Hate is the bane of mankind.
Hence offerings made to hateless ones
Yield abundant fruit.
Weeds are the bane of fields,
Delusion is the bane of mankind.
Hence offerings made to delusionless ones
Yield abundant fruit.
Weeds are the bane of fields,
Thirst is the bane of mankind.
Hence offerings made to thirstless ones
Yield abundant fruit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IjfNVJlhlE
on Jan 17th, 2010 at 6:34 am
The Garden Of Eros by Oscar Wilde
It is full summer now, the heart of June;
Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir
Upon the upland meadow where too soon
Rich autumn time, the season’s usurer,
Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.
Too soon indeed! yet here the daffodil,
That love-child of the Spring, has lingered on
To vex the rose with jealousy, and still
The harebell spreads her azure pavilion,
And like a strayed and wandering reveller
Abandoned of its brothers, whom long since June’s messenger
The missel-thrush has frighted from the glade,
One pale narcissus loiters fearfully
Close to a shadowy nook, where half afraid
Of their own loveliness some violets lie
That will not look the gold sun in the face
For fear of too much splendour, - ah! methinks it is a place
Which should be trodden by Persephone
When wearied of the flowerless fields of Dis!
Or danced on by the lads of Arcady!
The hidden secret of eternal bliss
Known to the Grecian here a man might find,
Ah! you and I may find it now if Love and Sleep be kind.
There are the flowers which mourning Herakles
Strewed on the tomb of Hylas, columbine,
Its white doves all a-flutter where the breeze
Kissed them too harshly, the small celandine,
That yellow-kirtled chorister of eve,
And lilac lady’s-smock, - but let them bloom alone, and leave
Yon spired hollyhock red-crocketed
To sway its silent chimes, else must the bee,
Its little bellringer, go seek instead
Some other pleasaunce; the anemone
That weeps at daybreak, like a silly girl
Before her love, and hardly lets the butterflies unfurl
Their painted wings beside it, - bid it pine
In pale virginity; the winter snow
Will suit it better than those lips of thine
Whose fires would but scorch it, rather go
And pluck that amorous flower which blooms alone,
Fed by the pander wind with dust of kisses not its own.
The trumpet-mouths of red convolvulus
So dear to maidens, creamy meadow-sweet
Whiter than Juno’s throat and odorous
As all Arabia, hyacinths the feet
Of Huntress Dian would be loth to mar
For any dappled fawn, - pluck these, and those fond flowers which
are
Fairer than what Queen Venus trod upon
Beneath the pines of Ida, eucharis,
That morning star which does not dread the sun,
And budding marjoram which but to kiss
Would sweeten Cytheraea’s lips and make
Adonis jealous, - these for thy head, - and for thy girdle take
Yon curving spray of purple clematis
Whose gorgeous dye outflames the Tyrian King,
And foxgloves with their nodding chalices,
But that one narciss which the startled Spring
Let from her kirtle fall when first she heard
In her own woods the wild tempestuous song of summer’s bird,
Ah! leave it for a subtle memory
Of those sweet tremulous days of rain and sun,
When April laughed between her tears to see
The early primrose with shy footsteps run
From the gnarled oak-tree roots till all the wold,
Spite of its brown and trampled leaves, grew bright with shimmering
gold.
Nay, pluck it too, it is not half so sweet
As thou thyself, my soul’s idolatry!
And when thou art a-wearied at thy feet
Shall oxlips weave their brightest tapestry,
For thee the woodbine shall forget its pride
And veil its tangled whorls, and thou shalt walk on daisies pied.
And I will cut a reed by yonder spring
And make the wood-gods jealous, and old Pan
Wonder what young intruder dares to sing
In these still haunts, where never foot of man
Should tread at evening, lest he chance to spy
The marble limbs of Artemis and all her company.
And I will tell thee why the jacinth wears
Such dread embroidery of dolorous moan,
And why the hapless nightingale forbears
To sing her song at noon, but weeps alone
When the fleet swallow sleeps, and rich men feast,
And why the laurel trembles when she sees the lightening east.
And I will sing how sad Proserpina
Unto a grave and gloomy Lord was wed,
And lure the silver-breasted Helena
Back from the lotus meadows of the dead,
So shalt thou see that awful loveliness
For which two mighty Hosts met fearfully in war’s abyss!
And then I’ll pipe to thee that Grecian tale
How Cynthia loves the lad Endymion,
And hidden in a grey and misty veil
Hies to the cliffs of Latmos once the Sun
Leaps from his ocean bed in fruitless chase
Of those pale flying feet which fade away in his embrace.
And if my flute can breathe sweet melody,
We may behold Her face who long ago
Dwelt among men by the AEgean sea,
And whose sad house with pillaged portico
And friezeless wall and columns toppled down
Looms o’er the ruins of that fair and violet cinctured town.
Spirit of Beauty! tarry still awhile,
They are not dead, thine ancient votaries;
Some few there are to whom thy radiant smile
Is better than a thousand victories,
Though all the nobly slain of Waterloo
Rise up in wrath against them! tarry still, there are a few
Who for thy sake would give their manlihood
And consecrate their being; I at least
Have done so, made thy lips my daily food,
And in thy temples found a goodlier feast
Than this starved age can give me, spite of all
Its new-found creeds so sceptical and so dogmatical.
Here not Cephissos, not Ilissos flows,
The woods of white Colonos are not here,
On our bleak hills the olive never blows,
No simple priest conducts his lowing steer
Up the steep marble way, nor through the town
Do laughing maidens bear to thee the crocus-flowered gown.
Yet tarry! for the boy who loved thee best,
Whose very name should be a memory
To make thee linger, sleeps in silent rest
Beneath the Roman walls, and melody
Still mourns her sweetest lyre; none can play
The lute of Adonais: with his lips Song passed away.
Nay, when Keats died the Muses still had left
One silver voice to sing his threnody,
But ah! too soon of it we were bereft
When on that riven night and stormy sea
Panthea claimed her singer as her own,
And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk
alone,
Save for that fiery heart, that morning star
Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye
Saw from our tottering throne and waste of war
The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy
Rise mightily like Hesperus and bring
The great Republic! him at least thy love hath taught to sing,
And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,
And seen white Atalanta fleet of foot
In passionless and fierce virginity
Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute
Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,
And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.
And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,
And sung the Galilaean’s requiem,
That wounded forehead dashed with blood and wine
He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him
Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.
Spirit of Beauty! tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight -
O tarry with us still! for through the long and common night,
Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer’s child,
Dear heritor of Spenser’s tuneful reed,
With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled
The weary soul of man in troublous need,
And from the far and flowerless fields of ice
Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men’s bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what enchantment held the king in thrall
When lonely Brynhild wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah! how oft through summer hours,
Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car - how oft, in some cool grassy field
Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,
And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm’s red ruin, for the singer is divine;
The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
Spirit of Beauty, tarry yet awhile!
Although the cheating merchants of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay! though the crowded factories beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
For One at least there is, - He bears his name
From Dante and the seraph Gabriel, -
Whose double laurels burn with deathless flame
To light thine altar; He too loves thee well,
Who saw old Merlin lured in Vivien’s snare,
And the white feet of angels coming down the golden stair,
Loves thee so well, that all the World for him
A gorgeous-coloured vestiture must wear,
And Sorrow take a purple diadem,
Or else be no more Sorrow, and Despair
Gild its own thorns, and Pain, like Adon, be
Even in anguish beautiful; - such is the empery
Which Painters hold, and such the heritage
This gentle solemn Spirit doth possess,
Being a better mirror of his age
In all his pity, love, and weariness,
Than those who can but copy common things,
And leave the Soul unpainted with its mighty questionings.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can prophesy about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows - how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more ‘mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
Methinks these new Actaeons boast too soon
That they have spied on beauty; what if we
Have analysed the rainbow, robbed the moon
Of her most ancient, chastest mystery,
Shall I, the last Endymion, lose all hope
Because rude eyes peer at my mistress through a telescope!
What profit if this scientific age
Burst through our gates with all its retinue
Of modern miracles! Can it assuage
One lover’s breaking heart? what can it do
To make one life more beautiful, one day
More godlike in its period? but now the Age of Clay
Returns in horrid cycle, and the earth
Hath borne again a noisy progeny
Of ignorant Titans, whose ungodly birth
Hurls them against the august hierarchy
Which sat upon Olympus; to the Dust
They have appealed, and to that barren arbiter they must
Repair for judgment; let them, if they can,
From Natural Warfare and insensate Chance,
Create the new Ideal rule for man!
Methinks that was not my inheritance;
For I was nurtured otherwise, my soul
Passes from higher heights of life to a more supreme goal.
Lo! while we spake the earth did turn away
Her visage from the God, and Hecate’s boat
Rose silver-laden, till the jealous day
Blew all its torches out: I did not note
The waning hours, to young Endymions
Time’s palsied fingers count in vain his rosary of suns!
Mark how the yellow iris wearily
Leans back its throat, as though it would be kissed
By its false chamberer, the dragon-fly,
Who, like a blue vein on a girl’s white wrist,
Sleeps on that snowy primrose of the night,
Which ‘gins to flush with crimson shame, and die beneath the light.
Come let us go, against the pallid shield
Of the wan sky the almond blossoms gleam,
The corncrake nested in the unmown field
Answers its mate, across the misty stream
On fitful wing the startled curlews fly,
And in his sedgy bed the lark, for joy that Day is nigh,
Scatters the pearled dew from off the grass,
In tremulous ecstasy to greet the sun,
Who soon in gilded panoply will pass
Forth from yon orange-curtained pavilion
Hung in the burning east: see, the red rim
O’ertops the expectant hills! it is the God! for love of him
Already the shrill lark is out of sight,
Flooding with waves of song this silent dell, -
Ah! there is something more in that bird’s flight
Than could be tested in a crucible! -
But the air freshens, let us go, why soon
The woodmen will be here; how we have lived this night of June!
on Jan 17th, 2010 at 10:57 pm
“Your father died peacefully in his sleep. His mind was neither clear nor dark.
When he died, he was invited to hell as the head of the denizens of one zone of hell.
He received the merit you had on his behalf. This merit will decrease the amount of time he spends in hell.
He thanks to you for the merit you made on his behalf. He received it.
7. Your father was born into a royal family but he was the poorest member. This is because in the past he was deferential. So he was born into a high family. However, he did not make many offerings so he was poor.
Your mother had a comfortable life in the palace as a child but later had a difficult life. This is because she did not make offerings consistently in her past.
When the results of her merit arose, she had a comfortable life. When she did not make merit, this led her to have difficulties.
Both of your parents made merit together for a brief period. This made them be together only briefly. They did not make merit in the same manner. Your father was the leader and your mother followed.
8. Your mother had emphysema because of the demerit from killing animals in her past lives and her most recent life. This combined with the demerit from smoking out animals; for example, by smoking bees out of their hives to get honey. These types of demerit made her have to work in an environment that made her contract this disease.
She became an angel in a golden celestial palace in Tavatimsa (the second level of heaven). But her palace was not very large. So she is in this situation because of the merit she made as a Buddhist.
The merit she earned from preparing fine cuisine for the Supreme Patriarch led her to have very delicate celestial treasures.
9. The image of the Phra Dhammakaya that appeared in the x-ray was due to the power of the gift amulet. This power appears when our minds are relaxed and clear. Whether you see the image of Luang Pu or Phra Dhammakaya depends on them and on your mental state being relaxed and clear.
10. You set aside some of your own money for your brother. You made merit on your brother’s behalf and asked him to rejoice in this merit. Your brother will receive the merit from having rejoiced in the merit.
This merit will help to counteract some parts of his demerit.
11. When he passed away, his mind was clear enough to avoid going to hell because he followed your advice. But he did not fully do everything you told him. He was unfamiliar with thinking about merit.
He became a common earth spirit at the earth spirit village. He received the merit made on his behalf and this improved his situation. But you must make merit on his behalf very often.
12. Your dream that you saw your brother was true. He came to say goodbye before he left. So he followed some of your advice.
In this life we meet again and diligently make all forms of merit to the fullest degree. Make the resolution that when you pass away we will all go to Tusita (the fourth level of heaven) together. Let us not miss each other.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WslQbvsvdH0
on Jan 18th, 2010 at 9:41 pm
Celebration!
Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnxH7WZu1tA&feature=related
on Jan 19th, 2010 at 9:22 pm
“At that center of your body there is a still point, a point of absolute peace … a powerful light that can be shared.”
Venerable Joshua Jayintoh
“Many people celebrate this day with different symbols. Some choose to ring the Peace Bell, some strive to stop hunger, conflict and war in their country, some choose to plant trees. Here at Peace Revolution, we have our own way of helping the spread of Peace. Instead of first trying to change the world without, we put more emphasis on empowering ourselves with the Peace Within. And that′s why we call it Peace Revolution.”
Would you please explain “new teacher”?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmfGN1xiUg0&feature=related
on Jan 20th, 2010 at 9:58 pm
“I felt like I floated into the air and immediately went straight down as if I fell into a chasm. Therefore, I stopped practicing meditation.
On the next day, I tried meditation again to see whether it would happen again or not. At the second time, I felt like I almost stopped breathing, but it was, in my idea, impossible, so I just allowed it to happen. After a while, my mind stopped. I saw an eye-catching fist-sized yellow ball floating in the air in front of me. And then from yellow, the ball turned transparent like a neon light which refreshed my mind as if I were in fresh air. Afterwards, I saw myself growing bigger in my stomach. Unlike my real face, the face I saw looked smooth and flawless. In my stomach, I was wearing a white outfit like the upasoks of Wat Dhammakaya (even though I still did not know Dhammakaya temple back then.) Continuing to look, I saw my left thumb in perfect condition with no scar like the real one because my actual thumb was marked because of an accident.)
Continuing to look, I saw soap bubbles around my body, and then I confronted an air pocket, then I found another soap bubble. This soap bubble was very vivid and produced a monk’s shape. I looked at his yellow robe and breast-girdle. His yellow robe was very beautifully yellow and deeply stunning. I had never seen a breast girdle like this somewhere else. The picture of the monk I saw was very clear and bright. His nose was beautifully prominent. His chin was remarkable. He carried an alms bowl and moved.”
At the middle of my center…I and the Lord Buddha become one and expanding to the universe like bubbles :P… please do not disturb
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbdfsPFBpXk
on Jan 21st, 2010 at 7:24 am
”….contentment arises out of seeing the plant life grow because of your effort.”
My darling Cameron…my dearest darling Cameron…I adore you.I feel nourished and nurtured….this is so beautiful!Hugs sweet heart.
on Jan 21st, 2010 at 9:31 am
”…..the dirt that feeds the forest and contentment arises out of seeing the plant life grow because of your effort.”
Yes….this is spiritual,mental,physical growth….growth on all levels.To nurture and nourish ourselves and our personal inner growth.We do the same for our projects,wishes,desires,for our prayers.This is the physical form of praying to God.This is the physical form of praying to one’s higher self.
This is the same as treating oneself with the gentleness and care as of an embryo.It’s like caring for the growth of a fetus.We have to treat ourselves like a fetus.First we must focus our thoughts thinking of it to be an embryo.Then we must discern our thoughts and actions as if they were a fetus.This is how to make things happen.
Here a drop of golden sun :
We should ask ourselves on what we think we base our self-esteem upon?
Are we ‘proud’ of ourselves for over-coming obstacles for example…or do we ‘pride’ ourselves for,….say….CHARMING everyone around us….(I can’t really think of another example right now….but this should serve it’s purpose!)
okay…so….The person who is proud of itslef for ‘overcoming obstacles’ will ALWAYS have obstacles in it’s life-path…the life-path of this person will be based upon obstacles in order for this person to over-come them so they can be proud of themselves.
The other person who believes in CHARMING everyone and everything around them…will have a life-path based solely upon situations and circumstances in which the person keeps CHARMING everyone!
WHY & HOW you may ask….
It’s because this is the way our thoughts,our minds function.It’s whatever we base our thoughts upon.Deep inside ourselves!!
What do we think our success depends upon….deep inside ourselves….what is our belief about ourself here….deep inside of ourself.
Be aware not to mix up what you want and wish for and how it currently is….because you must pay a little attention and deeper thought or analyse your behaviour pattern and belief system first so you can make any change you want in the desired direction.
This was a drop of golden sun for giving the fetus the growth in the direction one wants.
on Jan 21st, 2010 at 10:00 pm
Thank you the soil and the drop of the golden sun that nourishs my inner happiness even more…..
I’m wearing my pretty dress..i havent gone shopping for a…while but i m happy because of your companionship…thank you…thank you…
“When human mind is denegerated by the tenfold path of unwholesomeness gradually and continously, one day the power of demerit will mutate all animals, from smaller to larger. An example is reptiles, which will be mutated from being smaller lizards to eventually being gigantic dinosaurs.
But who should be reborn as dinosaurs?
They are all victims in the major hells, which are about to be liberated. Their wicked bodies are big. Generally, their must be punished with several other penalties. However, if the power of demerit on Earth is large enough, which can resamble hell environment, those sentences will be substituted with reborning as hugh dinosaurs.”
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“Stilling the Mind, is the key to success and is the heart of meditation from the beginning until one becomes an Arahant (The last step of purification and the entrance into Nirvana).
Dhammakaya which is the inner body of enlightenment exists within every human being and is regarded as a dwelling place – the esteemed refuge which belongs to the people of the world.
It will free all humans from the confinements of Avijja so they will be able to overcome greed, anger and ignorance, which will ultimately lead them to Nirvana – the eternal place of happiness.
It is the greatest fortune of our lives that Phramonkolthepmuni has rediscovered Vijja Dhammakaya (The meditation technique to attain purity within the mind) and has propagated it with utmost clarity like no other teacher in the past had done before.
Gold is a pure and valuable element which represents wealth; it is like the Great Venerable teacher.
The Golden Statue represents Worship
and Benevolence to the Most Venerable
Phramongkolthepmuni (Sodh Candasaro).
Phramongkolthepmuni has become the Great Master to whom we owe a lot for his benevolent acts. He should be respected and worshipped by all humans and celestial beings. His virtues must be proclaimed until they are widely disseminated throughout the world. Therefore, on the upcoming Friday 10th of October 2008, which will mark Phramongkolthepmuni’s 124th birth anniversary, his followers will show gratitude and venerate his benevolence by casting his statue which will be 1.5 times his actual size in pure solid gold. The statue will be placed inside The Memorial Hall of Phramongkolthepmuni (Sodh Chandasaro) as evidence of the Dhammakaya re-discoverer’s existence. He is pure and full of infinite virtues and excellent characteristics, worthy of being worshipped by being cast in gold weighing one metric ton. His Golden statue would inspire his followers and people of the world including new generations to come and have a chance to pay homage to him and learn about his magnificent biography and teaching. Having learnt about him, these people will be motivated to do good deeds, meditate and become “Kalayanamitra” (Virtuous friends) to each other, making the world full of peace and happiness. Everlasting world peace can occur through inner peace.”
The Benefits of Casting
The Most Venerable Phramongkolthepmuni
(Sodh Candasaro Bhikkhu) in Solid Gold:
1. Being born as a person with the Right Views who always associates with Kalayanamitras and Wise people as a result of worshipping people who are worthy of being worshipped.
2.Being born in a proper living place – within Buddhism and Vijja Dhammakaya’s influence in every lifetime.
3. Being born with great spiritual uplift and strength, able to protect ourselves from any harm or obstacle.
4. Having great wisdom as a result of showing gratitude.
5. Having an elevated status, being loved and respected by others.
6. Having abundant wealth from practicing generosity
7. Having a spiritual connection with The Great Venerable Master, and being able to follow him in the path of pursuing perfection and accruing merit in every lifetime.
8. Having a firm plan or blueprint in entering Dhammakaya and studying Vijja Dhammakaya in every lifetime.Etc.
In the time of the Buddha, the depth of background of those studying the Dhamma was very varied. Some had studied so many Dhamma-related subjects that all they needed to hear from the Buddha were a few words of wisdom and they were able to understand and apply those teachings immediately or become enlightened. Some even attained arahantship by the end of the sermon. Such people must have had a very high level of Dhamma understanding. All such people needed from the Buddha were a few sentences of Dhamma. Examples of such people were the five first disciples to whom the Buddha taught the Dhammacakkapavatthana Sutta. After hearing just this sermon Kondañña was able to become a Sotapanna. The rest of the disciples, understood Dhamma according to their personal abilities.
A few days later, the Buddha taught the Anattalakkhana Sutta, and all five of the disciples were able to become enlightened at the level of the arahant. For some people the Buddha didn’t actually teach aloud, he just gave a sermon in his mind (such as the teaching to a Brahmin who had long been an adept meditator himself. The Brahmin has made the wish in his mind, that if the Buddha was really as gifted as everyone said he was, may the Buddha know his mind and teach him Dhamma by telepathy. The Buddha knew the wish of the Brahmin and taught him by telepathy, and at the end of the sermon, the Brahmin was able to reach an end of defilements and become an arahant.”
*****
B.R.Ambedkar…
“1) I shall have no faith in Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh nor shall I worship them.
2) I shall have no faith in Rama and Krishna who are believed to be incarnation of God nor shall I worship them.
3) I shall have no faith in ‘Gauri’, Ganapati and other gods and goddesses of Hindus nor shall I worship them.
4) I do not believe in the incarnation of God.
5) I do not and shall not believe that Lord Buddha was the incarnation of Vishnu. I believe this to be sheer madness and false propaganda.
6) I shall not perform ‘Shraddha’ nor shall I give ‘pind-dan’.
7) I shall not act in a manner violating the principles and teachings of the Buddha.
9) I shall believe in the equality of man.
10) I shall endeavor to establish equality.
11) I shall follow the ‘noble eightfold path’ of the Buddha.
12) I shall follow the ten ‘paramitas’ prescribed by the Buddha.
13) I shall have compassion and loving kindness for all living beings and protect them.
14) I shall not steal.
15) I shall not tell lies.
16) I shall not commit carnal sins.
17) I shall not take intoxicants like liquor, drugs etc.
18) I shall endeavor to follow the noble eightfold path and practice compassion and loving kindness in every day life.
19) I renounce Hinduism, which is harmful for humanity and impedes the advancement and development of humanity because it is based on inequality, and adopt Buddhism as my religion.
20) I firmly believe the Dhamma of the Buddha is the only true religion.
21) I believe that I am having a re-birth.
22) I solemnly declare and affirm that I shall hereafter lead my life according to the principles and teachings of the Buddha and his Dhamma.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypYkDUC0axw&feature=related
on Jan 22nd, 2010 at 6:30 am
I would like to be both, a part of the soil and a part of the tree. Shouldn’t we be a part of what we nourish and what we create? Can my body or mind be the dirt and my heart be the tree… Oh, perhaps I am just not understanding this one…yet. Why can we not be both…?
on Jan 22nd, 2010 at 8:42 am
Here’s some FUN!Some true fun…the words have truth in them.
If Robert De Niro said ‘he can be a fried egg’…..(which he did say)….then you can be anything you wish.
on Jan 22nd, 2010 at 9:15 am
Dear Love. Thank you for attempting to explain, well something, in a fun way. but I am sorry I think now I am even more confused. soil, tree, fried egg…?
This reminds me of the needle embroidery kits. You want to sew on a preprinted picture. You use different colors and tie a lot of knots on the back of this picture. In the end the front shows a creation of a beautiful image but the back is a mess of colors, knots and makes no sense….in other words, I realize that there is more to what Yogi Cameron is saying but I feel like I am starring at the back of the picture right now…and figuring out to turn it around for it to make sense.
It also reminds me of a saying by Osho ”Life is not a problem to be solved but a myestery to be lived…” I think the soil and tree explaination is falling into my mystery category…
Maybe I am pictureing a tree with its roots dug deeply into the soil therefore as the soil I am allowing the tree to grow, holding it, feeding it…yet the tree is still a big part of me. One cannot work with out the other…they need eachother.
on Jan 22nd, 2010 at 10:25 am
At every moment in time our understanding is a mere reflection of our individual awareness.Absolutely nothing is really objective for everyone.
Before Yogi Cameron posted this particular yogi lesson here,I was feeling suicidal on that day.As this yogi lesson came in…I acknowledged it with my needs and particualr conception of my reality in that moment.It is a YOGI LESSON nevertheless and all the same.
I completely understood what Yogi Cameron is saying here,in my own way.For me it was and is bright and clear.My needs were and are satisfied.
Someone else reading this yogi lesson….will understand it in their own way according to their reality and perception at every moment in time.This is why nothing is really objective for us beings because as long as we are not enlightened and fully aware,we only understand what we think,how we think and according to our individual pre-conceptions and limitations.
Not even a YOGI or a SAINT can ever tell or instruct anyone to be something particular….And this means that neither can Yogi Cameron tell anyone what they should and ought to be.
Removing wrong knowledge from our thoughts and minds leads to Individual Transformation.Our knowledge is constantly being built upon lies and untruths which we speak and suggest to ourselves and then we begin to believe those lies and untruths which then form our reality.Therefore we have to endeavour in removing wrong knowledge and live our lives without conditioning ourselves.As we always condition ourselves on our past.Which means we live and jugde almost every moment of our lives based on our past.This is conditioning….living a conditioned life….which is almost the only thing we know to do and which is why we must seek higher understanding,higher knowlegde and awakening.So that we live free from a conditioned past and wrong knowlegde.
When a person reads something or hears something,they always do so partially,and their understanding is based on their individual needs.
For example aspirin is a chemical drug used to kill or numb pain.It is generally known as ‘medicine’ to us in our present world.This same aspirin will kill or numb pain in a person’s body,who is suffering from some pain.A person who isn’t having pain at the same time as the person having pain,also taking an aspirin,the aspirin won’t have any visible effect on the person with no pain.Generally it is ‘medicine’ all the same….like a yogi lesson.But the same lesson will have a different effect on each being just as their individual state of awareness is at the time and just as the aspirin taken by the person having pain will numb the pain at that time.
Anyhow….’MUD,CLAY,DIRT,SOIL or EARTH’ all different ways of saying the same thing,has the quality of nurturing and is responsible for growth and nourishment….like a mother’s womb.And YES…it is a general fact that the earth is called mother’s womb.
According to what we are going through at every moment,in every phase of our lives,we have to chanel our higher intelligence to connect with nature and different aspects of nature for healing and transformation and growth.
So maybe at one particular moment it is necessary to connect with only one single aspect,for example here….SOIL,EARTH,CLAY,MUD,DIRT….by whatever name one chooses to call it whereas in the next moment it may be necessary to connect with only a TREE,maybe only one particular tree or TREES in general…..and at another moment it may be necessary to connect with all of nature and the whole planet earth!
So we really have to use our higher intelligence to discriminate what we need and when we need to connect to nature.
Besides there are endless ways of ‘visualizations’ on every aspect of nature.As many as our human minds can think of and call upon and conjure up.At some point we begin to be more creative and make our own visualizations as we realize what empowers us and when being guided by our higher intelligence,our higher selves.
And what is good is always taking guidance from spiritual guides.That’s what they’re there for.The understanding though,will always be an individual thing….it is always a reflection of our personal awareness.It is our personal growth and we all have different rates of growth.Therefore we should only be open and never judgmental,we should neither jugde anyone else,nor should we judge things and matters,nor should we jugde ourselves.Just being open to higher knowlegde.If something is not understandable at a certain point of time….then it is so because everything has been set in motion for gaining the knowlegde to be able to undertsand the same thing as soon as possible.And so one day,the understanding will be there.Nothing can ever be forced.