Quote: "Quote: "Begin with being in nature, and as you sit openly others will come join you to share in the beauty held as in a beginning way into unity consciousness. But there is also a struggle going on, until we match nature with ourselves and see one's self in every touch, turn, and seated bliss - nothing in every hand to take, but only give in the light of loving acceptance.  "
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Have you ever tried sitting with a group of squirrels? They try to steal your nuts!
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Once on a bivuac, during camoflage drill, a soldier came running into camp, dressed as a tree.  The First Sargeant began to dress him down, *Smith, wtf are you doing here?  You were stationed as a look out in the woods !*

Smith answered, *Sarge, I know.  When the bear rubbed up against me, to scratch himself, I stood fast.  And when the wolf hiked a leg and peed on me, I didnt move.  But when those two squirrels got in through the hole in my trunk, and I heard one say to the other, *lets eat one now and save the other for later*, that was it and I took off running !!*

Sent: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:18 pm
by Riverstone

Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.

"Come on, girl" said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"

"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"

Muju

boymonk and avisitor were posting on the forum,

a heavy exchange was going on.

Coming down from a bender was Shayne sick with mono and unable to cross infect.

'Come on girl,'  boymonk said to avisitor, 'lifting muddy riverstones is dirty!'

avisitor said, 'well I've basically got lodgings at the temple, and another thing....we monks don't go near candy jars - especially ones with nice slim necks - it's dangerous, so why do you do that?'

'Oh, I'm over the candy jar thing'  said boymonk to avisitor, 'but you're still clutching that riverstone'

Quote: "Quote: "Very well Avisotor, I will tell the story.

PART I
There sits a small village in a desolate land West of the Atlantic. The village, long self-regarded as an international community even though all inhabitants are “Westers,” with the exception of one expatriot known as the Chris, has from the beginning been in the grips of a blight. Villagers have long know the cause for this blight. It is simple to deduce. All one needs to know is that a man, or a woman, can’t live on old mushy astringent pickles. Old mushy astringent pickles are the only form of sustenance allowed in the village. It’s an OMAP monoculture. OMAPs are served for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even desert. When a visitors learns that OMAPs are the only food allowed they move on, or worse, they swallow the OMAPs and by decree, smile while swallowing. Needless to say the population is small and growing smaller with each passing day.

One day an underground profit arose with an insight. A savior would come. A messiah from the East would come with a new kind of sustenance. His voice would ring out over the overlords, drowning out their bitter fruits (OMAPs). This liberator would be known by the name Riverstone.

The prophesy came true and Riverstone arrived at the village. There were not many left to greet him, but the few that remained noticed someone else. A visitor, who’s name is unknown, arrived the same day as Riverstone. When Riverstone was first offered a OMAP he laughed. He laughed so loud the earth shook. The great shaking was like an earthquake and in fact registered 9.873 on the richter scale. All the pickle jars on all the shelves in the village came crashing down, breaking into a million peaces. The villagers roared with glee. Riverstone the magnificent, they praised him.

Now, while all of this was happening the other visitor, who shall remain nameless, watched Riverstone with jealousy. What was so special about Riverstone, the visitor thought to himself. I can laugh loud too, he thought. Maybe not as loud as Riverstone but still, pretty loud. So the visitor hatched a plan, and it was a good plan, if rather unscrupulous.

Meanwhile, Riverstone had become good friends with a young monk from a neighboring village. This boy monk knew that there would be some who would covet the love and affections Riverstone had engendered. He also knew of an obscure prophesy that a visitor would betray Riverstone in a clandestine attempt to steal his glory. The boy monk sent a private message to warn Riverstone.

THE END OF PART I
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hmmm....

plagerism at its heart is flattery.

boymonk......concentrate on something else.

ya know.....the mind.

the attention.

mountain out of a mole hill?

overexageratting?

melodramatic?

the list goes on and on and on.

guard yourself.

i see you.




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so...I'm trying to keep up here...have you go one finger up or two?

Quote: "Quote: "Quote: "Everything starts as a proverbial 'mole hill'. Then they escalate. First a little plagiarism, and when that offers satisfaction, next comes murder. And the ultimate result is genocide. Try to keep this in mind. I could be saving the lives of millions.  "
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oh i understand now. wow. your wise. i cant argue with logic like this.

haha.


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Oh My God, I am starting to feel murderous tendencies ...oh, nooooo


Hahahaha
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chuckle

STOP THE GENOCIDE   -   FREE TIBET

it's been several days. I dont really hang out on message boards like I used to, and some of the "answers" here are why. I'm actually embarrassed that my question was used to launch playtime for you kids out there, and also sexual comments. I think I was looking for Stargazer or whatever his name is - the clearly older person who posts on here alot.

Anyway, I'm a mature person myself - and I really already had the answer when I asked - I just keep on doing the next thing to do, including meditation, prayer, learning to love without attachment.  People will come when they come, not as fast and furious as when I was 25, 45, or even 55, but at exactly the right time and exactly the right place in time.

Thanks for the first few answers - -- well thanks for all of them since teh whole thread forced me to see what was already there.

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Sexy.

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I feel used, and slightly turned-on.

Quote: "Blaming others for our misfortunes is always a victory for EGO."
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oh that'd be right...blame it on EGO.......hypocrite

Quote: "PART II - Riverstone’s Revenge
Disaster averted. Riverstone confronted a visitor about his betrayal before either of their reputations were irrevocably undone. The confrontation took its toll on a visitor however, he became despondent and withdrew from the villagers. There was a woman who noticed how sad and pathetic a visitors condition was and took pity on him. She followed him to the shack where he was staying on the edge of the village. She's peered into the window of the shack and watched as he swallowed OMAPs. That's how bad it was. She kept watching, there was something oddly erotic about watching him this way. After a while she could no longer control herself and walked over to the door and began knocking.

A visitor heard the knocking and immediately went to the door. “Yes,” he said after opening the door. “Hey, I know you. Didn’t I see you with Riverstone the other night?”

The woman didn't say anything, she simply walked into the shack while undressing. A visitor followed.

Meanwhile, the confrontation with a visitor also took its toll on Riverstone and he too took solace in swallowing many OMAPs. He consumed so many that his abdomen was visibly protruding. But the OMAPs changed him in more ways than was visible. A darkness came over his soul. He began thinking about a visitor and the betrayal. How could a visitor have been so selfish, he thought. He began to think much darker thoughts, too dark to mention. And when he could no longer control himself he decided that something needed to be done. No more words. Words would not accomplish anything. He had to do something, something awful.

He set out for the shack where a visitor was staying.

THE END of part II "
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PART III  -  Final Fantasy

Riverstone looked into the window of a visitor's shack and was surprised to see the woman, naked and feeding a visitor OMAPs.

Though sick at the sight of it all, he forced himself to just stand there - watching.

THE END of part III