2010.07.20 19:00 - Take Out the Trash

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    The Guardian for this meeting was Eos Amaterasu. The comments are by Eos Amaterasu.

     

    Eos Amaterasu: Hi Bruce

    Bruce Mowbray: Eos!

    Eos Amaterasu: Are you celebrating green emergence? (re Bruce's green t-shirt that says Emergence)

    Bruce Mowbray: I am celebrating being emergence.

    Bruce Mowbray: (and thank you for letting me know that I've rezzed.)

    Bruce Mowbray: [last night I was a battleship - in color, I mean -- the whole session.]

    Eos Amaterasu: grey?

    Bruce Mowbray: yup.

    Bruce Mowbray: although to myself I looked just fine -- but to everyone else, I was gray.

    Bruce Mowbray: Tiger kitten sleeping tonight?

    Eos Amaterasu: Tiger kitten?

    Bruce Mowbray: Do you not have a shoulder pet tiger kitten - or am I confusing your identity with that of someone else?

    Eos Amaterasu: No... Archmage sometimes has pets...

    Bruce Mowbray: Oh. It must be he that I've thinking of. Sorry.

    Bruce Mowbray: I'm.

    Eos Amaterasu: You must be finding PaB a fruitful place to be, if you're attending 3 times a day!

    Bruce Mowbray: Yes. . . This is the most fulfilling sim I've been to in four months of my SL existence.

    Eos Amaterasu: PaB has become my main SL occupation

    Eos Amaterasu: Also leaking into RL, of course

    Bruce Mowbray: I totally understand. . . I am the same.

     

    Eos Amaterasu: Would you like to suggest a framing for the upcoming 90 seconds?

    Bruce Mowbray: Mmmmm-m-m-m-mmmm. . . .

    Bruce Mowbray: How about, "Take out the trash."

    Bruce Mowbray: The past trash.

    Bruce Mowbray: The future trash.

    Bruce Mowbray: Just be here. Trash-less.

    Eos Amaterasu: Hmmm... take it out where?

    Bruce Mowbray: doesn't matter.

    Bruce Mowbray: Just lose your head.

    Bruce Mowbray: (and my head).

    Bruce Mowbray: [or, I'm open to other suggestions for the 90 sec break, if you wish.]

    Eos Amaterasu: Okay: "take out the trash"

    Bruce Mowbray: Take out the trash - it is!

     

    --BELL--

     

    Eos Amaterasu: How was that?

    Bruce Mowbray: for some of the seconds: clear.

    Bruce Mowbray: but trash has a way of accumulating again. for me, anyway.

    Eos Amaterasu: How do you recognize something to be "trash"?

    Bruce Mowbray: How was that for you, Eos?

    Bruce Mowbray: If I think that nothing is happening. . .

    Bruce Mowbray: then I am unaware that everything is happening.

    Bruce Mowbray: and I realize that I must have a head that needs emptying.

    Bruce Mowbray: so, "take out that trash. . .

    Bruce Mowbray: and make a clear space to see that everything is happening.

    Bruce Mowbray: That's one way, for me, anyway.

    Eos Amaterasu: I felt almost like an extra annoyance quality at things I was attending to that for some reason didn't feel were right here...

    Bruce Mowbray: yes. "annoyance" comes close to is for me, too.

    Eos Amaterasu: the fact that I can tell something is trash (?) seems to imply I already have a connection with not-trash

    Bruce Mowbray: mmmm, can you say more, Eos?

    Eos Amaterasu: trash is called trash in contrast to not-trash, stuff useful to me....

    Bruce Mowbray: ok.

    Eos Amaterasu: or to say something is distracting can only come from some connection to non-distraction

    Eos Amaterasu: that's very encouraging :-)

    Bruce Mowbray: mmmmm. During the 90-second break, there is nothing I "need" to do except trust, be inside of, those moments.

    Bruce Mowbray: their emptiness, stillness.

    Bruce Mowbray: no comparisons.

    Bruce Mowbray: no need to understand.

    Bruce Mowbray: trust the empty space.

    Eos Amaterasu: "do not search for the truth; only cease to cherish opinions"

    Bruce Mowbray: ;-) yup.

    Eos Amaterasu: Which means you spend more time in space in which opinions become acutely obvious

    Bruce Mowbray: Calvino gave me this last night:

    Bruce Mowbray: from the Tao te Ching:

    Bruce Mowbray: 

    We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.
    We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.
    We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it livable.
    We work with being, but non-being is what we use.

    Bruce Mowbray: Whoever wrote that did an excellent job of taking out the trash.

     

    Bruce Mowbray: Can you suggest a frame for the up-coming 90-sec break, Eos?

    Eos Amaterasu: How about, appreciate the appearance of yourself

    Bruce Mowbray: A perfect frame. Thank you.

     

    --BELL--

     

    Eos Amaterasu: yourselfness is actually pretty big

    Bruce Mowbray: immense.

    Eos Amaterasu: includes the local environment and context

    Eos Amaterasu: and really deep historical context as well

    Bruce Mowbray: appearance of cool night air wafting through open window onto my bare shest.

    Bruce Mowbray: chest.

    Bruce Mowbray: historical context? - everything that has happened in this "space" you mean?

    Bruce Mowbray: the space of the local environment?

    Eos Amaterasu: everything that has happened to bring you here... past karma... all my old mothers....

    Bruce Mowbray: yes. Infinite causality - -

    Bruce Mowbray: actually everything that has ever happened in every space is what is involved in bringing us here.

    Eos Amaterasu: I'm still acting out old karmas, so they are part of myselfhood emerging

    Bruce Mowbray: I don't "understand" karma -- except to say, Here I am. (so I guess this must be the karmic result).

    Bruce Mowbray: I guess I have this notion that karma is a sort of momentum.

    Eos Amaterasu: that's often how it's described, like a rush of water

    Bruce Mowbray: really?!

    Bruce Mowbray: Ive never heard that before... Usually folks tell me it's about cause and effect -- being good brings good karma, etc.

    Bruce Mowbray: I like rush of water, though.

    Bruce Mowbray: How about "rush of night air against bare chest"?

    Bruce Mowbray: would that be the same idea?

    Eos Amaterasu: yes, that helps create this moment of sensation and beingness for you

    Bruce Mowbray: indeed. that is my dominant present appearance.

    Eos Amaterasu: it's been hot where you are?

    Bruce Mowbray: very hot, indeed. the night air (sucked in by a big fan at the opposite end of the house) is almost mystical in its refreshing coolness.

    Eos Amaterasu: what is that mystical aspect?

    Bruce Mowbray: mmmm. difficult to put into words.

    Bruce Mowbray: as if the air and my breath are one thing - not two.

    Bruce Mowbray: and, of course, when I breathe in the night air, we are one thing.

    Bruce Mowbray: and were always one thing, I suppose.

    Eos Amaterasu: there is vast space open to tuning in the perceptual triplets we inhabit

    Eos Amaterasu: perceptual triplet being me perceiving, that perceived, and the quality of perception

     

    Bruce Mowbray: My turn to frame the next break?

    Eos Amaterasu: yes

    Bruce Mowbray: OK.

    Bruce Mowbray: Let's not hold the silence.

    Bruce Mowbray: Let's let the silence hold us.

    Eos Amaterasu: good one

     

    --BELL--

     

    Eos Amaterasu: Keats (Psyche): 

    And in the midst of this wide quietness
    A rosy sanctuary will I dress
    With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
    With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
    With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
    Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same

    Eos Amaterasu: we dress this rosy sanctuary with the wreathed trellis of our working brains

    Bruce Mowbray: mmmm. and also a thorn here and there.

    Bruce Mowbray: the fragrance of roses is well worth the cost of a few pricked fingers.

    Eos Amaterasu: part of the karma of roses

    Bruce Mowbray: If I breathe in that fragrance, do I become a rose - or do I take in the karma of roses - or does the fragrance become me -or. . .

    Bruce Mowbray: perhaps something else altogether.

    Eos Amaterasu: Aristotle: "the intellect is in a certain way all things"

    Bruce Mowbray: mmmm. I would agree - but probably use the term 'Mind' rather than intellect.

    Bruce Mowbray: Rose-Mind.

    Bruce Mowbray: Trellis-Mind.

    Bruce Mowbray: Buds and Bells-Mind.

    Eos Amaterasu: I don't recall the exact term he used; my memory of the Latin is "intellectus est quadomodo omnia", or something like that

    Bruce Mowbray: My guess is that it would be Greek. . .

    Eos Amaterasu: yes indeed....

    Bruce Mowbray: sic pila cadit.

    Bruce Mowbray: (Latin for, That's how the ball bounces.)

    Bruce Mowbray: Duc Duc remos Duc.

    Bruce Mowbray: (row row row your boat.)

    Eos Amaterasu: si non oscillare, non tintinare

    Eos Amaterasu: Sign on top of doors of Playboy clubs: if you don't swing, dont' ring

    Bruce Mowbray: cool!

    Bruce Mowbray: Sum lumen-project nauta!

    Bruce Mowbray: (I'm Popeye the sailor man!)

     

    Eos Amaterasu: but it's interesting to consider the flexi boundary of what's me, what is affecting me

    Bruce Mowbray: Name one thing that is not affecting you, if you will.

    Bruce Mowbray: (or me).

    Eos Amaterasu: pristine awareness

    Eos Amaterasu: sees everything and leaves no trace

    Bruce Mowbray: so: everything?

    Eos Amaterasu: no trash

    Bruce Mowbray: got it, yes!

    Bruce Mowbray: very good.

    Bruce Mowbray: That's where I hoped to be at this hour: right here with no trash.

    Bruce Mowbray: Thank you for this hour.

    Bruce Mowbray: I am to bed.

    Eos Amaterasu: Maybe we can conclude with that framing for the upcoming 90 seconds (same as first)

    Eos Amaterasu: thanks Bruce, nice to spend the hour with you

    Bruce Mowbray: Thank you.

    Bruce Mowbray: Will stay for the final 90-second break.

    Bruce Mowbray: same frame as the first.

    Eos Amaterasu: take out the recycling

    Bruce Mowbray: ;-) Definitely -- recycling, always! (good karma, that!)

     

    --BELL--

     

    Eos Amaterasu: That was good.....good night!

    Bruce Mowbray: Be held by happiness, Eos.

    Bruce Mowbray: G'night!

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