Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is second hand smoke. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is second > hand smoke. > > > > > toombaru this too is old and used and useless info. whereas the smoke may be secondhand and thick(Nis' words spoken or spoken about), they do indeed allow for a real good contact high... and not just the same old, same old, sensation of naught and nothing, that we hear so much of late....so much talk for so little worth....i.e., 'used goods' with no substance or value. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is second > hand smoke. > > > > > toombaru > there is no one there to read anything... the so called reader (the one who reads) is smoke as well... ....iietsa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is second > > hand smoke. > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > this too is old and used and useless info. whereas the smoke may be > secondhand and thick(Nis' words spoken or spoken about), they do indeed > allow for a real good contact high... and not just the same old, same > old, sensation of naught and nothing, that we hear so much of > late....so much talk for so little worth....i.e., 'used goods' with no > substance or value. > Just beyond the walls of the smoke filled room........is the fresh air that you breathed as a child. No more nicotine saturated brain....no more simulated-stimulated highs..no more yellow stained words. Come out here.....in the open........shed those old clothes..... where the wind will wash your dream clean. Nisargadatta is dead.........Burn his house. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is second > > > hand smoke. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > this too is old and used and useless info. whereas the smoke may be > > secondhand and thick(Nis' words spoken or spoken about), they do indeed > > allow for a real good contact high... and not just the same old, same > > old, sensation of naught and nothing, that we hear so much of > > late....so much talk for so little worth....i.e., 'used goods' with no > > substance or value. > > > > > > Just beyond the walls of the smoke filled room........is the fresh air > that you breathed as a child. not hardly...all is constant and ceaseless change....the 'air' of which here is spoken is gone forever and actually never was from the first. > No more nicotine saturated brain....no more simulated-stimulated > highs..no more yellow stained words. This entity suffers none of these conditions, nor constraints to that which is Freedom. I am not a suffering thing, nor a 'thing' of any nature. All conditions are without relevance here. All such statuses or ambiences or ascenednces of overlaying situations have no manifestation nor beingness in truth with the prevailing understanding. > Come out here.....in the open........shed those old clothes..... where > the wind will wash your dream clean. it is bidden to your life force to come hither, where neither fresh nor stilted air, nor the quick nor the dead semblances of same pertain in necessity nor by chance. It is that It is... and that is All and Everything... and the Joy unbounded and unalloyed with anything beyond, before or within or without or capable of comparison. > Nisargadatta is dead.........Burn his house. > toombaru Leave the dead to the dead to burn dwellings of the long gone vapors of nostalgic myth...it is their pleasure and delusion of same to believe that it matters or is even obtaining as an act whithin reality. There are no such things as dreams........save the dream that there is a dream and dreamer thereof. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is > second > > > > hand smoke. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > this too is old and used and useless info. whereas the smoke may > be > > > secondhand and thick(Nis' words spoken or spoken about), they do > indeed > > > allow for a real good contact high... and not just the same old, > same > > > old, sensation of naught and nothing, that we hear so much of > > > late....so much talk for so little worth....i.e., 'used goods' > with no > > > substance or value. > > > > > > > > > > > Just beyond the walls of the smoke filled room........is the fresh > air > > that you breathed as a child. > > > not hardly...all is constant and ceaseless change....the 'air' of > which here is spoken is gone forever and actually never was from the > first. > > > > No more nicotine saturated brain....no more simulated-stimulated > > highs..no more yellow stained words. > > > This entity suffers none of these conditions, nor constraints to that > which is Freedom. " This entity " ...........Is the door into the dream. It is a declaration of independence. It is the I am.....(as opposed to 'other') It is the 'suffering. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2006 Report Share Posted September 23, 2006 Nisargadatta , " iietsa " <iietsa wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is second > > hand smoke. > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > there is no one there to read anything... > the so called reader (the one who reads) is smoke as well... > ...iietsa > on the last train, toombaru and I shall be the smoke that gets in your eye, make you weep...of memories... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2006 Report Share Posted September 23, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is > > second > > > > > hand smoke. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > this too is old and used and useless info. whereas the smoke may > > be > > > > secondhand and thick(Nis' words spoken or spoken about), they do > > indeed > > > > allow for a real good contact high... and not just the same old, > > same > > > > old, sensation of naught and nothing, that we hear so much of > > > > late....so much talk for so little worth....i.e., 'used goods' > > with no > > > > substance or value. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Just beyond the walls of the smoke filled room........is the fresh > > air > > > that you breathed as a child. > > > > > > not hardly...all is constant and ceaseless change....the 'air' of > > which here is spoken is gone forever and actually never was from the > > first. > > > > > > > No more nicotine saturated brain....no more simulated-stimulated > > > highs..no more yellow stained words. > > > > > > This entity suffers none of these conditions, nor constraints to that > > which is Freedom. > " This entity " ...........Is the door into the dream. no entity.......no door.....no dream....'you' fabricate all. > It is a declaration of independence. no such independence has from the first existed. nor one who could make declaration thereof or therefrom. > It is the I am.....(as opposed to 'other') > > It is the 'suffering. > > > > > toombaru this " I am " is your singular disease. try and relax..this is really easy as there is nothing actually stressed or strained to begin with. you have such an obsession with suffering and the " I am " that you never stop this chattering to the wind......but as goes the cries of the wolves......your incessant baying at the moon, regarding the moon, goes nowhere fast and continuously. try coming to grips with this baffled and seemingly disoriented bio-unit referred to as toombaru, and you will see that this being lost is actually a finding of " That " which is ALL...and all is perfectly, absolutely and utterly what it is and what is meant and All that is meant. if you quit your attempts at obfuscation and this sad ego gaming of trying to sound profound, you will finally have taken a first step toward Actual Freedom. ....b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 23, 2006 Report Share Posted September 23, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " iietsa " <iietsa@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anything that you read by or about Nisargadatta..........is > second > > > hand smoke. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > there is no one there to read anything... > > the so called reader (the one who reads) is smoke as well... > > ...iietsa > > > > > on the last train, > toombaru and I shall be the smoke that gets in your eye, > make you weep...of memories... > there is nobody that makes a me weep ....iietsa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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