Thursday, December 15, 2011

December 15, 2011

On this, the one year anniversary of "Sri Hippie Speedball Speaks," we will now applaud with the sound of one hand clapping...ah, sweet. But now it's time to say goodnight.

"In the abandonment of the quest, of all questing, the questor disappears--and where there is no thing to be found, and no one to seek, 'is-ness' is.  That is why the only possible practice is total absence of practice, the absence of non-practice, since in total absence of practice there is no practicer--and identity is no more." - WWW

Adieu, Monsieur Wei

December 14, 2011

"...and neither cause nor effect can touch us or reach this-which-we-are." - Wei Wu Wei

Yes, but that-which-we-ain't can be touched very deeply. - Sri Hippie Speedball 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

December 13, 2011

"I look at you all
See the love there
That's sleeping...
Haven't I told you
How to unfold your
Love?" - George Harrison

I will pay my daughter's wedding the highest compliment.  It was reminiscent of a good Grateful Dead concert, everything just splendid as can be, and then some new gear kicks in and sheer joy just sweeps everybody into a frenzy of celebration.  Hell, even my 80-year-old mother and aunt got down on the dance floor! 

December 8, 2011

The Wie man terms destiny and chance a little differently, perhaps, calling them "causality" and "indeterminacy," and then he further guts their meaning, their concepts, as just more conjurings we come up with to explain stuff:

"Statistical probability or inexorable cause-effect?  Neither has factual experience other than as an enunciation of a supposed 'law' apparently governing an apparent (phenomenal) world evolving by extension in 'space' and duration in 'time.'"

Ah, Wie.  Take a break and go see a movie or something. Movies may fool us in the deepest sense with their dreamstuff dramas, but right now I am in Ft Lauderdale for the wedding of my daughter, and the movie has turned fairy tale wonderful.  On with the show.   

Friday, December 2, 2011

December 2, 2011

"For no 'you' is present when mind is 'fasting.'  In a fasting mind no I-concept arises.  And there is no inferential entity to assume that it is unfree." - Wei Wu Wei

Meditation is fasting of the mind, starving the thought-beast, and at its purest should not be confused with concentration or contemplation techniques.  They have their place, but they still feed the beast, even if only a single morsel such as a mantra.  I used to fast my body periodically on weekends, Friday night until Monday morning, for the usual reasons: clearing toxins, losing a few pounds, justifying ice cream gluttony, etc., and I also understood it to be vaguely propitious for spiritual "progress." Mebbe so, mebbe not so.  Asceticism is for ascetics and I am not inclined to be one.  Not until I came upon the self-inquiry of Ramana Maharshi did I begin to benefit from genuine fasting, the kind that roots out toxins and addictive tendencies of mind.  Resting in "I am" creates a kind of self-conflagration that burns these things up the moment they come into view.  It does not suppress or obfuscate anything, just eviscerates thoughts into sparks and ash as they arise in consciousness and then drift away from the heat.  Fasting adds nothing and consumes and clears everything.  Eventually even the fuel of "I am" burns itself out and the ember of "inferential entity" dies into pure freedom, unbound and never bound.  Clarity.