<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806</id><updated>2012-02-25T05:38:22.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavens, ’tis dusk already!</title><subtitle type='html'>And the river flows on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-4049986784385603657</id><published>2011-12-14T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:48:56.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aesthetics of the Invisible World</title><content type='html'>The symmetry of time. History repeating. Cyclical occurrences. Near misses. Serendipitous unions. The invisible world. The world within - manifested throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.schmudde.net/"&gt;Schmüdde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-4049986784385603657?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4049986784385603657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4049986784385603657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2011/12/aesthetics-of-invisible-world.html' title='Aesthetics of the Invisible World'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-3243340586272450450</id><published>2010-12-16T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:29:42.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit</title><content type='html'>The explanatory world of substance can invoke no differences and no ideas but only forces and impacts. And, per contra, the world of form and communication invokes no things, forces, or impacts but only differences and ideas. (A difference which makes a difference is an idea. It is a ‘bit’, a unit of information.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Gregory Bateson, Double bind, 1969 (via notational.tumblr.com from periscopio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-3243340586272450450?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/3243340586272450450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/3243340586272450450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/12/bit.html' title='A Bit'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-7180487763171449266</id><published>2010-12-03T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:08:10.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jim</title><content type='html'>Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to yourself and others -- Buddha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-7180487763171449266?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/7180487763171449266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/7180487763171449266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-jim.html' title='From Jim'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-3722271752407235621</id><published>2010-04-23T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:11:02.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born out of thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;                                                                                           &lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;span class="medium"&gt;Everything  you experience is born out of thought, so everything you experience, or  can experience, is an illusion.&lt;/span&gt; — U.G. Krishnamurti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-3722271752407235621?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/3722271752407235621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/3722271752407235621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/04/born-out-of-thought.html' title='Born out of thought'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-4118791672921904979</id><published>2010-03-23T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:32:16.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Poem</title><content type='html'>In a field&lt;br /&gt;I am the absence&lt;br /&gt;of field.&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;br /&gt;always the  case.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I am what is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Mark Strand from &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Reasons  for Moving&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Atheneum, 1968&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2010/03/tuesday-poem-3.html"&gt;via 3Quarks Daily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-parent"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-4118791672921904979?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4118791672921904979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4118791672921904979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesdays-poem.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-8981902902372450317</id><published>2010-03-18T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T04:54:43.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Remembrances</title><content type='html'>My deeds are my closest companions; I am the beneficiary of my deeds; my deeds are the ground on which I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via http://myserendipities.tumblr.com/page/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-8981902902372450317?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/8981902902372450317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/8981902902372450317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/03/five-remembrances.html' title='The Five Remembrances'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-6438766202505948768</id><published>2010-02-28T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:04:07.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integral LIfe</title><content type='html'>The world is a vast terrain of perspectives existing in a state of confusion, crashing into one another in cycles of mindless conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is the act of holding multiple perspectives in a space that nurtures their value and constrains their short sightedness, allowing depth to emerge in our understanding and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Integral Life is a life that aligns with and seeks out this act of integrative awareness, which results in conscious identification with the evolution of Spirit in all its complexity and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin Wilson - at  &lt;a href="http://integrallife.com/"&gt;Integral Life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-6438766202505948768?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/6438766202505948768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/6438766202505948768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/integral-life.html' title='Integral LIfe'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-7812440474247649079</id><published>2010-02-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:55:16.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resilience = Existence</title><content type='html'>... working definition of resilience: “1) the ability of a system to absorb or buffer disturbances and still maintain its core attributes; 2) the ability of the system to self-organize, and 3) the capacity for learning and adaptation in the context of change.” (Armitage via Walker, Holling, Folke, et al)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hlswatch.com/2009/10/30/the-long-blog-its-our-risk-analysis-projection-in-practical-policy-on-official-level/"&gt;Homeland Security Watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-7812440474247649079?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/7812440474247649079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/7812440474247649079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/resilience-existence.html' title='Resilience = Existence'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-1581656807313304771</id><published>2010-02-28T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:48:29.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsible agency has disappeared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sourcetext.com/grammarian/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Furthermore, the very way you consider the world, or the very way in which the world is considered by you, is subtly altered. You used to see a world in which birds ate worms and men made decisions. Now it looks more like a world in which worms are eaten by birds and decisions are made by men. It’s almost a world in which victims are put forward as “doers” responsible for whatever may befall them and actions are almost unrelated to those who perform them. But only almost. The next step is not taken until you learn to see a world in which worms are eaten and decisions made and all responsible agency has disappeared. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Richard Mitchell from &lt;a href="http://www.sourcetext.com/grammarian/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Less than Words Can Say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-1581656807313304771?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/1581656807313304771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/1581656807313304771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/responsible-agency-has-disappeared.html' title='Responsible agency has disappeared.'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-2939312210717854167</id><published>2010-02-28T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:31:53.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, March 20, 2007</title><content type='html'>Poem Composed While Riding and Thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the depths of my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-2939312210717854167?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/2939312210717854167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/2939312210717854167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-march-20-2007.html' title='Tuesday, March 20, 2007'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-1614140500224445358</id><published>2010-02-28T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:30:37.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity and Wisdom</title><content type='html'>When all the myriad streams that flow in different places, each with its own color and taste, enter the great ocean, they blend and become just one taste, with one name. In the same way, stupidity and wisdom both become one in the awakened mind. When one first starts along the path, there seems to be a distinction that this is stupidity and that is wisdom. But later, when one penetrates more deeply, one finds there is no difference between stupidity and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visuddhi Magga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-1614140500224445358?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/1614140500224445358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/1614140500224445358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupidity-and-wisdom.html' title='Stupidity and Wisdom'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-4316379188443719165</id><published>2010-02-28T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:25:36.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Morgan, The Burning Time</title><content type='html'>"Any single path truly taken leads to all the others. Even then, you will find that outward and inward become the same direction. The center of the wheel is everywhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-4316379188443719165?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4316379188443719165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4316379188443719165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/robin-morgan-burning-time.html' title='Robin Morgan, The Burning Time'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-6048493870001416961</id><published>2010-02-28T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:22:38.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J. Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known</title><content type='html'>"When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim or a Christian or a European, or anything else, you are being violent. Do you see why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--J. Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known, pp.51-52&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-6048493870001416961?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/6048493870001416961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/6048493870001416961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/j-krishnamurti-freedom-from-known.html' title='J. Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-5999108409844837929</id><published>2010-02-28T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:59:12.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche -Thus Spoke Zarathustra</title><content type='html'>"Companions, the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators, the creator seeks -- those who write new values on new tablets. Companions, the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest. ... Fellow creators, Zarathustra seeks, fellow harvesters and fellow celebrants: what are herds and shepherds and corpses to him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-5999108409844837929?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/5999108409844837929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/5999108409844837929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/nietzsche-this-spoke-zarathustra.html' title='Nietzsche -Thus Spoke Zarathustra'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-6521813654985683864</id><published>2010-02-28T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:18:20.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Wilber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theatmanproject.com/tap_newsletter/tap_thank_you.html"&gt;The Atman Project&lt;/a&gt; - today this page appears as an antiquity ... from 2003. Emphasis mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atman Project is the title of a book by the father and leader of the transpersonal psychology movement, Ken Wilber. By his definition, the Atman project is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the attempt to find Spirit in ways that prevent it and force substitute gratifications.&lt;/span&gt; And...the entire structure of the manifest universe is driven by the Atman project, a project that continues until we-until you and I-awaken to the Spirit whose substitutes we seek in the world of space and time and grasping and despair."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-6521813654985683864?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/6521813654985683864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/6521813654985683864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/ken-wilber.html' title='Ken Wilber'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418545272552302806.post-4759793189875041878</id><published>2010-02-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:05:56.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aziz Nasaf- Sufi Mystic</title><content type='html'>“The spiritual world is one single spirit who stands like unto a light behind the bodily world and who, when any single creature comes into being, shines through it like a window. According to the kind or size of the window less or more light enters the world. The light itself however remains unchanged”. The spiritual Origin, when viewed from an internal perspective, is revealed to the realizing perception as “Atman”, the eternal, beatific, universal Self. When viewed from an external perspective, it is understood as “Brahman”- the source and ground of all manifestation. Hence, the essence of every human –the deepest part of every being- is not temporal or relative, but eternal and absolute, participating in the Ocean of Spirit that is the source of all existence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418545272552302806-4759793189875041878?l=tisduskalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4759793189875041878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8418545272552302806/posts/default/4759793189875041878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tisduskalready.blogspot.com/2010/02/aziz-nasaf-sufi-mystic.html' title='Aziz Nasaf- Sufi Mystic'/><author><name>Betty Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785571207108702228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C3pFshEUYwc/SGvm_b1gF6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1l0bYR2uGWA/S220/blue+eyes+5_2.png'/></author></entry></feed>
