2018.05.10 13:00 - Conference of the Birds 3

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    The Host for this meeting was Mick. The Scribe was Agatha Macbeth.


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    Eden Haiku: Hi Tura!
    Tura Brezoianu: hi Eden
    Tura Brezoianu: h Mick
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Tura
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Eden
    Mickorod Renard: excuse me a mo while I find something
    Eden Haiku: Hi Mick :)
    Tura Brezoianu: Hi Storm
    Eden Haiku: Hello Storm!
    Storm Nordwind: Hello Eden :)
    Storm Nordwind: Hi Tura!
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Storm
    Storm Nordwind: Hi Mick :)
    Bruce Mowbray: 's current display-name is "Bruce".
    Mickorod Renard: just making a notecard of time table
    Storm Nordwind: Hullo Bruce
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Bruce
    Bruce Mowbray: Hulloooo!
    Eden Haiku: Hi Bruce
    Mickorod Renard: lovely day here today
    Mickorod Renard: sort of fresh and sunny
    Bruce Mowbray: a beautiful spring day here, too, Mick.
    Mickorod Renard: real spring day
    Mickorod Renard: yay, nice
    Eden Haiku: Rainy here after three gorgeous days...
    Bruce Mowbray: after a powerful thunderstorm last night.
    Bruce Mowbray nods.
    Mickorod Renard: yes, we had an odd threatening cloud too
    Mickorod Renard: I love thunderstorms
    Mickorod Renard: scary but so atmospheric
    Bruce Mowbray: me too. . . but I'd rather they come in the afternoon - not at two or 3 AM.
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Storm Nordwind: 88°F = 31°C here, sunny, light clouds, light breeze.
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Wow. Hot!
    Mickorod Renard: very nice Storm
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, ara!
    Mickorod Renard: Hi ara
    Eden Haiku: Hello Ara :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Evening all
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Ags
    Eden Haiku: (((Agatha)))
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, aggers!
    Storm Nordwind: arabella looks as though she is trying to score the tiles with her heels!
    Agatha Macbeth: Is Ara doing a sponsored walk?
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Eden Haiku: smiles
    arabella Ella: LOL
    arabella Ella: Good evening everybody
    Eden Haiku: Ah!
    Storm Nordwind: Hi ara!
    Agatha Macbeth: That rose doesn't work then :P
    Storm Nordwind: And Raffi and Agatha :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Hi Raff
    Eden Haiku: Hello Raffi
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Raffi.
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Raffi
    arabella Ella: Sure does not work Aggers, the rose I mean :)
    Raffila Millgrove: Hey everyone. good day!
    arabella Ella: Hiya Raffi!
    Agatha Macbeth: At least you still have your hair
    arabella Ella: So far he he
    arabella Ella: I feel like a newby!
    arabella Ella: Out of practice
    Mickorod Renard: we are doing the book reading session today Ara
    arabella Ella: yes great
    Mickorod Renard: I think you are familiar with bthat?
    Bruce Mowbray: http://thekingdomwithin.net/wp-conte...ddin_Attar.pdf
    arabella Ella: yes
    Mickorod Renard: I can give out a notecard with the time schedule of reading
    Mickorod Renard: its in an email sent out
    arabella Ella: I have a copy of your email
    arabella Ella: ty
    Bruce Mowbray: I have also put 11 audio recordings online . . . for those who wish to listen along as they read the text.
    Mickorod Renard: anyone who wishes a note card please ask
    arabella Ella: ty Bruce I got your emails too
    Agatha Macbeth tickles Edie's feet
    Bruce Mowbray: Great!
    Eden Haiku: shrieks
    Mickorod Renard: yes thanks Bruce, I may do so as its dificult for me to find time to sit
    Bruce Mowbray understands.
    Agatha Macbeth: Aww
    Mickorod Renard: I guess there is no Liz today?
    Agatha Macbeth: Think she's travelling
    Bruce Mowbray looks around for Liz.
    Eden Haiku: Still in Vegas I suppose...
    Agatha Macbeth: Wonder if she's won anything?
    Eden Haiku: Or traveling from...She had work there.
    Mickorod Renard: chips must be holding out
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Agatha Macbeth: Dix huit rouge
    Bruce Mowbray: or maybe she's taking the slogan literally: "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
    Eden Haiku: laughs
    Bruce Mowbray: so maybe she's staying.
    Mickorod Renard: ok, perhaps we should start. although there is nothing to bind us to discussing the book
    Bruce Mowbray: I have a sort of comment, sort of.
    Mickorod Renard: it is also open to all chat
    Bruce Mowbray: kk.
    Eden Haiku: listens
    Mickorod Renard: great Bruce
    Agatha Macbeth listens too
    Mickorod Renard: listens
    Agatha Macbeth: We are all ears...
    Bruce Mowbray: The hoopoe seems to feel that some sort of purity and selflessness is required to get THERE.
    Bruce Mowbray: so I have a question:
    Bruce Mowbray: Does enlightenment care how you get there?
    Bruce Mowbray: or may be what the hoopoe means is something other than enlightenment.
    Bruce Mowbray: ( to questions, I guess)
    Bruce Mowbray: two*
    Storm Nordwind: Does enlightenment care about anything. Is enlightenment capable of care?
    Mickorod Renard: Great question Bruce, I also have wondered about a similar thing
    Tura Brezoianu: Once you are there it does not matter how you got there, but only certain paths will get you there.
    Bruce Mowbray: Hmmmm. Ponders.
    Bruce Mowbray ponders Tura's point.
    Agatha Macbeth: Is the destination more important than the journey?
    Mickorod Renard: is it not an internal thing?
    Tura Brezoianu: The complaints that the birds make are all examples of hindrances.
    Eden Haiku: Not only the hoopoe cares for purity. Saint Rabe'eh thought she was impure when she got to Mecca...
    Bruce Mowbray: I tend to feel that the journey itself is where enlightenment lies.
    Eden Haiku: "A wave of indecision" flooder her there....
    Mickorod Renard: but is it a journey of self reflection?
    Mickorod Renard: and discovery within the self?
    Bruce Mowbray: if I may, a physical metaphor: I can use the best soaps in the world, I can scrub and scrub, take many baths every day . . . will I ever be totally clean?
    Bruce Mowbray: no, I won't.
    Bruce Mowbray: so, how about matters of the spirit?
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe not but you'll smell good :)
    Bruce Mowbray: or soul, if you will.
    Bruce Mowbray dies from laughing....
    Mickorod Renard: a great metaphore..there is something about being clean even if phis filthy
    Storm Nordwind: Poor Brucie
    Bruce Mowbray: It really frightens my Blue Jays when I do that.
    Eden Haiku: "Do not despise yourself, for there is none\Who could with you sustain comparison"
    Agatha Macbeth: Not surprised
    Bruce Mowbray: Is the hoopoe leading the birds to the same place that Jesus called The Kingdom Of Heaven?
    Mickorod Renard: Eden, is that a bit that means that we all have diferent histories?
    Agatha Macbeth: Hm, good question
    Eden Haiku: maybe Mick. I'm not sure of the meaning, as of many stories :)
    Mickorod Renard: I always thought the kingdom of heaven was somewhere u go after death
    Eden Haiku: LOL
    Bruce Mowbray: REALLY!?
    Mickorod Renard: I am quite inocent/naive in that area
    Bruce Mowbray: the only reference to that that I can think of might be Jesus telling the thief that "Today you will be with me in paradise." Otherwise, I thought that the kingdom of heaven parables referred to this world.
    Mickorod Renard: but thought the trip for the birds was some enlightenment trip
    Agatha Macbeth: I think the original Kingdom of God was a temporal one (ie Israel) and only got transcendant after Paul came along
    Bruce Mowbray: good point, aggera.
    Bruce Mowbray: aggers*
    Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Brucie
    Bruce Mowbray ponders aggers of the agora.
    Mickorod Renard: so where are we on that then?
    Bruce Mowbray: on transcendence?
    Mickorod Renard: yes
    Agatha Macbeth: Agoraphobia? :p
    Bruce Mowbray: Seems that the hoopoe thinks it is required.
    Tura Brezoianu: "Neither shall they say, ‘Lo, it is here!’ or ‘Lo, it is there!’ For behold, the Kingdom of God is within you.”"
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    Tura Brezoianu: But other translations say "among you".
    Mickorod Renard: ah great, thanks Tura
    Bruce Mowbray: Inside you -- is also a literal translatin in the Aramaic.
    Tura Brezoianu: Within you = in your heart, among you = Jesus' presence on earth.
    Bruce Mowbray nods.
    Mickorod Renard: I am familiar with the reading and such but this is the mystery
    Bruce Mowbray: so, do you think that's what the hoopoe is saying also?
    Agatha Macbeth: I thought the Simurgh was the objective of all this?
    Bruce Mowbray: Simorgh, yes.
    Tura Brezoianu: The hoopoe is preaching a path leading to union with the divine, or entry into the divine presence.
    Mickorod Renard: It is what I would have thought, but that has to be a mental realization
    Raffila Millgrove: recently I read about ongoing investigations related to a drug supposed to save lives, improve outcomes of stroke, where it appears that the ... intent to prove the efficacy of the drug influenced the studies so much that the data was incorrectly assessed, the control groups unbalanced and many errors made. it reminds me of this book because I think all the questions asked are attempting to prove something .... which seems to carry a high degree of potential error...the attempt to find an answer that We want. Maybe we won't like the answers that are out there.
    Bruce Mowbray nods, agrees with Tura, but is transcendence required for that?
    Tura Brezoianu: Although (spoiler warning!) it turns out in the end that they're It.
    Agatha Macbeth: This is reminding more and more of a Grail quest
    Eden Haiku: A mental realization Mick?
    Bruce Mowbray listens
    Mickorod Renard: the journey so far is telling tales that make us reflect on our own lives
    Bruce Mowbray nods, agrees.
    Agatha Macbeth: When was CotB written?
    Mickorod Renard: or act as a medium for self reflection
    Eden Haiku: 12th century Agatha
    Mickorod Renard: somewhere in 11c i think
    Agatha Macbeth: Interesting...
    Mickorod Renard: ty Eden
    Bruce Mowbray: a high point in Islamic civilization.
    Agatha Macbeth: Same time as the original Grail stories then
    Storm Nordwind: 1177
    Agatha Macbeth: A coincidence if nothing else
    Bruce Mowbray: are you suggesting there may have been communication between the two traditions?

    An aside: my point was that Sufic influences on the Grail Romances have been postulated (by Ernest Scott, Evans Lansing Smith et al.) and found the fact that CotB was written just two decades earlier synchronous if nothing else. The Knights Templar may have been in touch with both traditions and could have formed a conduit, but that AFAIK remains speculation. Anyways, onward...

    Eden Haiku: I wrote a report I would like to share. May I? (sorry Raffi)
    Agatha Macbeth: Thanks Stormy
    Bruce Mowbray: Please do, Eden.
    Agatha Macbeth: Could be Brucie
    Agatha Macbeth: Please Edie
    Bruce Mowbray listens for Eden's report.
    Eden Haiku: As Mick in Monday session’s log "I will confess something odd if you wish"
    Mickorod Renard: listens
    Eden Haiku: Mickorod Renard is our hoopoe leader in this book club isn't he?
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Eden Haiku: His sharing of "God type" apparitions years ago and his urge to drink red wine and eat bread with the locals as in communion resonated very powerfully.
    Agatha Macbeth: Nice!
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Eden Haiku: Here is my own "confession".
    Bruce Mowbray: POWERFUL, yes!
    Eden Haiku: -A hundred thousand times I bowed down to Gurumayi, a woman guru of the Siddha lineage.
    Eden Haiku: Solomon's glance bestowed on the hoopoe brought back hundred thousand memories of Gurumayi's darshan.
    Eden Haiku: In Hindu culture, darshan is something similar to Solomon's glance.
    Eden Haiku: - A guru is said to lead one from darkness to light and I walked on this path for 9 years, 2 of them in India.
    Eden Haiku: A hundred thousand times"My soul drowned in Being" as the hoopoe would say.
    Eden Haiku: The guru teachings were nearly the same: " Your soul's an agent of the sacred Whole/ the Way is one"
    Eden Haiku: And here I am, a stranded soul, joining a flock of babbling virtual birds studying a Sufi poem from the 12th century in order to grasp "the nature of reality":)
    Eden Haiku: -Done
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    Mickorod Renard: wow, very nice Eden thankyou
    Eden Haiku: bowing to Mick :)
    Bruce Mowbray: So, the journey's the thing?
    Tura Brezoianu: thank you Eden
    Mickorod Renard: not to me please..he he
    Bruce Mowbray bows to Being.
    Storm Nordwind: How do you feel now about that journey of darshan, Eden?
    Mickorod Renard: I bow to you Eden, very nice..there is something hiden that resonates
    Eden Haiku: I'm like the goose who follows the first moving object in her sight :)
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Eden Haiku: Darshan wasn't a journey Storm, More a "searing glance",
    arabella Ella: I don't think you are like the goose at all Eden you sound like a very discerning person who reflects on stuff
    Storm Nordwind: right
    Eden Haiku: I meant gurus are verywhere for me now Ara :)
    Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Edie
    Bruce Mowbray: ahhhh, YES!
    Storm Nordwind: But you feel stranded, Eden?
    Eden Haiku: Bowing to Agatha, the finest guru of all :)
    Mickorod Renard: The funny thing is, it may be my ignorance..but I cannot let go of the search for understanding in this type of subject..but its also due to being shown a sampler that makes me hungry
    arabella Ella: I think life for us humans is full of different quests, searches for whatever, searches that never end
    Agatha Macbeth: Moi?
    arabella Ella: and the never ending bit is part of our human nature
    Agatha Macbeth: True that Ara
    Bruce Mowbray ponders Mick's bread and wine sampler in France.
    Mickorod Renard: very true Ara
    Eden Haiku: Stranded many times a day Storm, I do. When a new update comes, I shudder...
    Agatha Macbeth: Mick's mind seems to work in the same left field way as mine
    Bruce Mowbray: That was the purpose of my cleanliness metaphor: No matter how much I clean myself, my human nature remains.
    Agatha Macbeth: Scrubbing a soul is difficult
    Agatha Macbeth: Think they call that catharsis
    arabella Ella: well Bruce your cleansing ritual is like part of a journey which you hope leads you on the right path but in reality it is never ending
    Eden Haiku: "never ending bit is part of our human nature" as Ara just said
    Bruce Mowbray: may be the scrubbing is enough.... the intention, the dedication, the sincerity....
    Agatha Macbeth: Ah...intention
    Agatha Macbeth: Good word
    Bruce Mowbray: I keep coming back to the concept of Dharma Gates being infinite....
    arabella Ella: the journey is what is important
    Bruce Mowbray: anything could be a Dharma gate?
    arabella Ella: there is no immediate on/off switch
    Eden Haiku: laughs
    Bruce Mowbray: Anything could give the gurus glance?
    Eden Haiku: Yep!
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: What is one of those Brucie?
    Bruce Mowbray: I'm afraid you'll have to ask Eden.
    Eden Haiku: Saw this 2 yo kiido withb his Dad in the park this morning.
    Agatha Macbeth looks at Edie
    Eden Haiku: His pure joy at running down a small hill was a delight!
    Agatha Macbeth: Kids eh
    Bruce Mowbray: I was with Muknananda in 1975 - and he glanced at me a lot, but I never GOT it.
    Mickorod Renard: I have been angry today..and for all this stuff we do in pab I should have been able to control myself.........I still think there is meat in equanamity,,is that when you cross over into acceptance, through understanding the mytery
    Bruce Mowbray: Yes, Eden, the two year old with his father - THAT is the guru.
    Eden Haiku: Equanimity yes...
    Eden Haiku: That,s hard...
    Bruce Mowbray: Equanimity is one of the four abodes, to be sure.
    Mickorod Renard: That may be my goal
    Mickorod Renard: before I have a heart attack
    Eden Haiku: Sad Bruce. Never met Muktananda (he had passed away).
    Bruce Mowbray: a worthy goal, to be sure.
    Bruce Mowbray: yes I saw him shortly before he passed.
    Bruce Mowbray: in Columbus, Ohio.
    Eden Haiku: Wasn't you goal to feel the immensity of love or something like thatt Mick?
    Bruce Mowbray: he blessed my mala beads
    Storm Nordwind: People do seem to run from equanimity. They may seem to run toward. But you have to drop so much to BE there/

    Mick on anger

    Mickorod Renard: yes Eden, without a doubt,,but I am hindered by my uncontrolled emotions
    Eden Haiku: What were you angry about Mick?
    Eden Haiku: That might me a "dharma Gate" ;)
    Mickorod Renard: wow, that would take a whole session eden
    Eden Haiku: *be
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: The Tories? :p
    Storm Nordwind chuckles
    Eden Haiku: We have all our time :)
    Mickorod Renard: usual family stuff,
    Agatha Macbeth: Ah
    Agatha Macbeth: Nuff sed
    Eden Haiku: Ah, yes, the hardest stuff...
    Storm Nordwind: It is
    Mickorod Renard: being took for a twit and being disrespected and abused
    Eden Haiku: Anger might be part of the love maybe?
    Agatha Macbeth: Aww
    Mickorod Renard: no, it destroyes me inside
    Agatha Macbeth hugs Mick
    Eden Haiku: Ah! You anger was love for you, that's excellent Mick!
    Agatha Macbeth: Those closest to us hurt us most
    Mickorod Renard: yep
    Eden Haiku: The guilt is destroying you...
    Eden Haiku: Not the anger.
    Bruce Mowbray cannot imagine love without hate being in there somewhere. Cannot imagine joy without anger being in there somewhere.
    Eden Haiku: Anger can be healthy
    Mickorod Renard: its dificult..like chastizing children, its needed but hurts
    Agatha Macbeth cringes
    Bruce Mowbray ponders: For every Yin a Yang.
    Storm Nordwind: *And you can't force anyone to respect you - or anyone else
    Mickorod Renard: but I would prefer to be less inflamable
    Eden Haiku: understands. I have the same tendency...
    Mickorod Renard: with others one can walk away,
    Mickorod Renard: but somewhere in this is a link to what we are doing I feel
    Storm Nordwind: PaB can be your bolt-hole. We can at least listen and understand :)
    Mickorod Renard: for sure, but i like the idea of becoming Equanimic
    Mickorod Renard: I feel I am sometimes
    Bruce Mowbray: you are speaking of a habit of emotional reactivity, Mick?
    Agatha Macbeth: Isn't that something to do with horses?
    Bruce Mowbray: Equs-animic?
    Raffila Millgrove: I can accept that a child has not been loved wholeheartedly just for arriving. in the world. but I will never understand it. why they aren't loved in that way.
    Mickorod Renard: it could be, I am good at re inventing the wrong meanings
    Agatha Macbeth: Equa...oh never mind
    Bruce Mowbray: (2 "u" perhaps)
    Eden Haiku: Mick as a strong inner Tibetan monk :)
    Bruce Mowbray: for sure, Eden!
    Raffila Millgrove: when others tell me the stories of unhappy childhood. I understand what they are saying, but I don't "understand". i can sympathize but not understand why this can happen.
    Mickorod Renard: it could be Bruce, although most folk around me think I am the calmest person on the planet
    Bruce Mowbray: I would agree with them, Mick.
    Bruce Mowbray: but I cannot see inside you.
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Bruce Mowbray: I prefer Edens notion of a inner monk when I think of you.
    Agatha Macbeth ponders a transparent Mick
    Eden Haiku: [13:45] Mickorod Renard: but somewhere in this is a link to what we are doing I feel
    Mickorod Renard: so where have we got to in the book?
    Bruce Mowbray: Is the hoopoe asking the birds to be transparent to themselves?
    Agatha Macbeth: Good question that
    Mickorod Renard: ah, great question
    Agatha Macbeth is lost
    Eden Haiku: The shorter excerpt was a good idea Mick :)
    arabella Ella: ponders Mick as a sensitive person with cruel barbs that get under his skin
    Tura Brezoianu: This weeks section ends with the hoopoe's answer to "an indecisive bird"
    Agatha Macbeth: We love you Mick

    Here, Tura raises an interesting point

    Tura Brezoianu: I am not sure what to make of some of the hoopoe's answer
    Mickorod Renard: there is a piece about that,,and what was the word
    Storm Nordwind thinks we maybe talked more about the book itself in Monday's session
    Eden Haiku: (((Mick)))
    Agatha Macbeth listens to Tura
    Mickorod Renard: listens
    Eden Haiku: listens
    Tura Brezoianu: Oh,ok, here's a Twitter-sized report:
    Agatha Macbeth: :)
    arabella Ella: listens too
    Tura Brezoianu: In this section, Attar says: Many are called, but few are chosen. Divine grace can be bestowed in an instant, unlooked for. Remember the shortness of life and the urgency of the task, and face fear with resolution. Put aside feelings of unworthiness, for the gate of God's mercy stands open to all. For love of God one must throw over everything else in the desperate quest.
    Bruce Mowbray remembers that when he sat with Muktananda, he (M) brushed a peacock feather across his (Bruce's) head.
    Tura Brezoianu: I'm not sure about the story of Shebli though, and what Attar is saying with it
    Bruce Mowbray: bird. . . grace . . . glance. . .
    Mickorod Renard: great peice Tura ty
    Mickorod Renard: piece*
    Eden Haiku: Also put a BIG question mark on Shebli"s story...
    Tura Brezoianu: Shebli secretly visited male prostitutes, a scandalous thing, but Attar elsewhere praises love that flouts convention
    Agatha Macbeth: 0.0
    Mickorod Renard: thank goodness

    Tura Brezoianu: The index of names (Penguin edition) says that Shebli (died 946) was a well-born member of the Baghdad court, who later joined the Sufis. He became known for his extravagant behaviour, for which eventually he was confined in an asylum.
    Agatha Macbeth: Wow
    Agatha Macbeth: That's kind of enlightened for the 12th century!
    Eden Haiku: Oh yes, the one sitting among catamites...
    Storm Nordwind: visited them, or perhaps became one of them during his visits (it's unclear I think)

    Bruce Mowbray: what Shebl was criticized for was pride in wearing a luxurious coat . . . if I remember correctly.
    Tura Brezoianu: And also the weird way the indecisive bird itroduces itself.
    Tura Brezoianu: "As you can see, I lack the organs of virility."
    Eden Haiku: Text says "he resisted love",,,
    Bruce Mowbray nods, a eunuch.

    Mickorod Renard: ah
    Agatha Macbeth: Hm
    Bruce Mowbray: Hm, indeed.
    Tura Brezoianu: So 'm not sure how all that fits together to make a point.
    Eden Haiku: Good questions though Tura :)

    Mickorod Renard: not wishing to stray from this thread, the earlier part of this read section seemed to have all the birds going into some wilderness
    Agatha Macbeth: Glad you noted that Tu, thanks
    Mickorod Renard: which I think is also critical
    Bruce Mowbray: Dark Night of the Soul, maybe?
    Agatha Macbeth: Dark night of the something :p
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Tura Brezoianu: Yes, the Way is desolate and empty, "among a hundred thousand there is one" who succeeds.
    Storm Nordwind: The first stage of brainwashing: disorientation. >;)
    Eden Haiku: Loves so much "the hundred thousand" expression.
    Agatha Macbeth: Again, Grail-ish
    Bruce Mowbray: Not having overcome physical hungers - yet - Bruce excuses himself to scrape up supper.
    Storm Nordwind waves
    Bruce Mowbray: bye for now, good people.
    Agatha Macbeth: Scrape well Brucie
    Eden Haiku: You are excused Bruce :)
    Raffila Millgrove: waves bye as well. tc all.
    Tura Brezoianu: Three of the ROund Table achieved the Grail, which must be better odds :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Love to the squirrels
    Mickorod Renard: bye Bruce, thankyou for everything
    Agatha Macbeth: Bye raff
    Eden Haiku: Bye Raff
    Tura Brezoianu: bye Bruce
    Agatha Macbeth: R*
    arabella Ella: bye Bruce and Raffi
    Mickorod Renard: bye Raffi
    Tura Brezoianu: , Raf
    Mickorod Renard: well, I was worried for this session as I hadnt got my head straight, but you all saved me
    Storm Nordwind: Team PaB!
    Mickorod Renard: thankyou
    Eden Haiku: We are your hoopoe too Mick :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Anytime Mick
    arabella Ella: smiles
    Mickorod Renard: its an interesting point you made Storm, re brainwashing
    Agatha Macbeth: 'We all need somebody to lean on'
    Mickorod Renard: there may be a link there too
    Storm Nordwind: yes maybe. It was said in jest from an atheists point of view. :) But that doesn't mean there's no truth in it
    Mickorod Renard: may years ago i was sent on anti brainwashing skills course
    Eden Haiku: Listening to a Nw York Times podcast about "The Caliphate", Young djihadists are endoctrinated the same way we are by the "conference ";)
    Agatha Macbeth: Many a true word Stormy
    Tura Brezoianu: Submission to one's sheikh is a common theme in Sufism, and submission to a guur in Hinduim and Buddhism
    Tura Brezoianu: *guru
    Mickorod Renard: hard to recall now about it, but cleaning the slate is prepping
    Mickorod Renard: we must choose an opposite book next time to re regulate ourselves
    Eden Haiku: Sleep deprivation and desorientation are part of brainwashing for sure.
    Agatha Macbeth: What would an opposite book be?
    Eden Haiku: But we are reading on our own accord, aren't we?
    Mickorod Renard: athiests handbook
    Eden Haiku: Until it beacomes unbearable ? Giggles
    Agatha Macbeth: Is there such a thing?
    Eden Haiku: An atheist handbook, hum....
    Mickorod Renard: yes Eden, we can call God being or whoever
    Tura Brezoianu: Richard Dawkins?
    arabella Ella: Htchens
    Eden Haiku: Blessed be the Fruit Loops says one of the handmaids in the last espisode...
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Storm Nordwind: Well, I am not reading Birds because I want to at all. I may have been interested in 1974, but I don't enjoy it now. I am here to listen to the pecking and songs of my fellow birds!
    Eden Haiku: *episode
    Agatha Macbeth tweets
    Eden Haiku: retweets
    arabella Ella: pecks
    Agatha Macbeth pokes Edie
    Mickorod Renard: well, this is the point, a stimulous for discourse
    Eden Haiku: tickles Agatha
    Agatha Macbeth: Indeed
    Storm Nordwind: I gave up on Twitter, I now use Mastodon, where one toots instead! ;)
    Agatha Macbeth: Nyan
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay
    Agatha Macbeth: Good to hear they're still around
    Mickorod Renard: Nyan
    Agatha Macbeth: Not just frozen in Siberia
    Mickorod Renard: we were poised to do Gilgamesh next
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh right
    Agatha Macbeth: Good old Gil
    Mickorod Renard: but open to sugestions
    Agatha Macbeth: Don't think he was an atheist was he?
    Storm Nordwind: He's a leader in Civilization VI though :)
    Mickorod Renard: aha
    Agatha Macbeth: Is that anything like Babylon 5?
    Storm Nordwind: Nope!
    Agatha Macbeth: OK
    Agatha Macbeth: Just wondered
    Mickorod Renard: I tried at one point to do sidhatha but noone came
    Agatha Macbeth: Siddharta?
    Mickorod Renard: yes
    Eden Haiku: Bye birds, I'm going to complete my 10,000 steps walk. The rain stopped :) Thank you so much Mick.
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh that would be good
    Mickorod Renard: thankyou Eden
    Eden Haiku: Bye everyone!
    Storm Nordwind: "Bye Eden", said the erne :)
    Agatha Macbeth: A bientot Edie ♥
    arabella Ella: bye Eden
    Tura Brezoianu: bye Eden
    Mickorod Renard: yes, I thought we were all doing deep buddhist stuff but didnt know the basics so sid was an idea
    Agatha Macbeth: Or Steppenwolf even
    Mickorod Renard: yeh
    Storm Nordwind: "deep buddhist stuff"... hmm.. :)
    Agatha Macbeth: For madmen only
    Mickorod Renard: there was agood kids version
    Storm Nordwind: .I'd rather stay here With all the madmen Than perish with the sadmen roaming free And I'd rather play here With all the madmen For I'm quite content they're all as sane as me
    Mickorod Renard: ok, deep for me, which wasnt that deep
    Agatha Macbeth: :P
    Mickorod Renard: wow thats cool Storm, like that
    Storm Nordwind: David Bowie
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay
    Storm Nordwind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jb7Xdu7STx8
    Mickorod Renard: its funny that although I listened to lots of music I never really listened to the words
    Mickorod Renard: do that more so now
    Agatha Macbeth: Just looked at the pictures ;-)
    Mickorod Renard: yes, even better when videos came out
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Agatha Macbeth: Video killed the radio star
    Mickorod Renard: be grateful for what you've got, massive attack
    Mickorod Renard: is everyone ok with the next section to read?
    Agatha Macbeth: Which is that? :p
    arabella Ella: yes I'll try to make it and hope to find time to read
    Storm Nordwind: Sure. Despite what I said, I will still read it. :)
    Mickorod Renard: I can post it now
    Agatha Macbeth grins @ Stormy
    arabella Ella: it's great to see you back here too Storm!

    Mickorod Renard: Prologue..etc....finished line 616 Conference of the birds to line 1596 finished read from 3rd may line 1597 p86 (Birds set on a journey, pause then choose a leader) to line 1960 ish (A bird complains of the self) read from 10th may line 1960 ish p106 (A bird complains of the self) to line 2318 (The Pheonix) read from 17th may line 2318 p128 (The Pheonix) to line 2743 (A bird Questions the hoopoe about audacity) read from 24th may line 2743 p153 (A bird Questions the hoopoe about audacity) to line 3170 (Zuleikha has joseph whipped) read from 31st may line 3170 p177 (Zuleikha has joseph whipped) to 3693 ish (The Valley of Unity) read from 7th June line 3693 ish p206 (The Valley of Unity) to 4130 ish (The Journey) read from 14th June line 4130 p229 (The Journey) to 4455 The end

    Agatha Macbeth: Great to see you both back!
    arabella Ella: smiles
    Storm Nordwind: Thank you ara - it's good to see you too
    Mickorod Renard: just for the log
    arabella Ella: good thing the system worked somehow
    Mickorod Renard: ok, I am going,,thanks to you all
    Mickorod Renard: bye for nowwwww
    Agatha Macbeth: Have fun Mick
    Agatha Macbeth: Don't be angry
    Storm Nordwind: Bye Mick!
    Tura Brezoianu: bye Mick
    arabella Ella: nite Mick
    Agatha Macbeth: Night Tu
    Tura Brezoianu: I'll be going too
    Storm Nordwind waves
    Tura Brezoianu: goodnight all
    arabella Ella: I'll be off too bye everyone and nite nite those of you in my part of the world :)
    Agatha Macbeth: TC Arababe

    Storm and I now reminisce....

    Storm Nordwind: Bye for now!
    Agatha Macbeth: Stay warm, swim well
    Storm Nordwind: Staying warm is currently not one of my problems!
    Agatha Macbeth: Well nor hers in Malta :p
    Agatha Macbeth: Certainly warmer than here
    Storm Nordwind: Nor here in Colorado today
    Agatha Macbeth: Weather can be fickle at that altitude I hear?
    Storm Nordwind: Always.
    Agatha Macbeth: Mile high
    Storm Nordwind: Yes
    Storm Nordwind: And higher here
    Agatha Macbeth: Wow
    Storm Nordwind: Thickens the blood though to compensate :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Would have to I guess
    Storm Nordwind: extra red blood cells to cope with 17% less oxygen around
    Agatha Macbeth: Wow
    Agatha Macbeth: Just imagine what the top of Everest must be like
    Storm Nordwind: Inbearable!
    Storm Nordwind: *Un
    Agatha Macbeth: Could you actually breathe unaided up there?
    Storm Nordwind: Not really. Not most people who weren't acllimatized anyway
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe different for Sherpas
    Storm Nordwind: For example you shouldn't fly unpressurized aircraft above 12,500 ft
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh my
    Agatha Macbeth: Less than half the height of Everest then
    Storm Nordwind: But I can drive to the top of Mount Evans just down the road from here and it's 14,200ft. I guess I'm used to it
    Agatha Macbeth: Certainly easier to drive than walk I'd think :)
    Storm Nordwind: http://i.imgur.com/HmlOd.jpg = Mount Evans from my road
    Agatha Macbeth: Lovely
    Agatha Macbeth: Good old permafrost
    Storm Nordwind: Oh it melts in the summer. That was March
    Agatha Macbeth: Ah right
    Agatha Macbeth: Interesting that the tops of mountains are so often considered sacred places
    Storm Nordwind: Yes
    Storm Nordwind: I think Stim wrote about that once in TSK. Though my memory's not what it was!
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh
    Agatha Macbeth: Wonderful
    Agatha Macbeth: I largely missed Stim sadly
    Storm Nordwind: I sympathize
    Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
    Agatha Macbeth: Always regret not finding SL earlier
    Storm Nordwind: But celebrate that you found it when you did. We celebrate that you did!
    Agatha Macbeth: Indeed!
    Agatha Macbeth: And even better found PaB first :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Talk about serendipity
    Storm Nordwind: I remember first meeting you, hanging around the northeast of the sim!
    Agatha Macbeth: Your observatory was the first thing I found
    Storm Nordwind: haha!
    Agatha Macbeth: Then the Kwan Yin gardens
    Agatha Macbeth: I found it fascinating
    Storm Nordwind: SL has been very good to me for the people I've met. Where I am now is totally because of it.
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Agatha Macbeth: Serendipity indeed
    Storm Nordwind nods
    Agatha Macbeth: Right place, right time
    Agatha Macbeth: Lucky you
    Storm Nordwind: That sounds a little wistful
    Agatha Macbeth: Nah
    Agatha Macbeth: I like to see others happy that's all
    Storm Nordwind: Warm hearted :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Or a schmuck :p
    Storm Nordwind: haha!
    Storm Nordwind: Well dear friend, it's Thursday. Off now to the local diner for massive burritos that will feed us all through Friday too.
    Agatha Macbeth: Mmm
    Agatha Macbeth: Lovely
    Agatha Macbeth: Bon appetit
    Storm Nordwind: Thank you. And nighty-night!
    Agatha Macbeth: Be well
    Agatha Macbeth: Love to J

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    Thank you scribe Agatha:) Love your note about the Knights Templar who may have been in touch both with "The Conference of the Birds" and the Grail Romances. Just two decades apart as you aptly noticed.

    So much fun to read the log afterwards: I truly thought Mick said: "I always thought the kingdom of heaven was somewhere you go AFTER A BATH ". I was still in the imagery of Bruce's scrubbing. I apologize to Mick for laughing out loud at his non-joke :(

    "Mickorod Renard: I always thought the kingdom of heaven was somewhere u go after death
    Eden Haiku: LOL" edited 08:37, 11 May 2018
    Posted 00:37, 11 May 2018
    So funny!!!

    Sorry to miss session today - was quite impossible. I'll do my best to make both sessions next week!
    Posted 03:34, 11 May 2018
    But that’s wonderful eden, and very playful! And to my mind, a sumptuous bath is where you go to get a taste of heaven! :)
    Posted 13:49, 11 May 2018
    Am considering the hinderances the various birds bring, and "obstacle as path" - that what can seem the biggest reason to suppress a heart calling, can also be itself, a/the way to answer, the way to rise (and fly) to the occasion. Like an 'impossible' koan that breaks through to resources beyond the usually engrained schemes and strategies.

    The picture for me is with the nightingale's adoration of the rose. That very capacity [set free] may be key to fulfilling the Course, or to finding the course already fulfilled, within which would also be the (best?) adoring of/appreciating of the rose.

    Then I considered the woman who had very little, in a parable Jesus told. She had little, so what she gave was huge, due to the proportion of meaning to her. What I considered was, it wasn't about amounts, but simplification. She didn't have much so what she could give was more clear. edited 19:09, 13 May 2018
    Posted 18:43, 13 May 2018
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