Monthly Archives: September 2011

This oughtta change my brain

This is what I want to do under the tree….

Compose a poem of no less than 20 lines to glorify all of Creation every day.

Breathing meditations: Meditate for 1 hour in the morning, 1 hour in the afternoon, 1 hour in the evening.

Musical instrument: 1 hour every morning, one hour every night.

Moving meditation: 1 hour of light yoga in the morning and one in the afternoon.

Reading aloud religious books, one hour daily.

Conversations with religious people and one hour daily spent on their teachings.

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What do I need to make Tree happen?

I need a place.
I need coconuts.

I have a source for coconuts.
I want a place.

What do I need in that place? An insulated hammock or padded cot, a small shelter, mosquito netting. I need quiet, peaceful, calm, maybe some devotional music like singing bowls. It would be nice to have an extension to provide power so I could write my journal in my computer, but maybe handwriting would be best. I would like some warm blankets and clothes so I could keep warm when the weather gets cooler.
I might want someone to check on me periodically, but, admitted, if I went feverish, I wouldn’t likely notice that I’d been left alone too long.

Can you, will you help? Do you have a place? Know a place? Want to help?

Neil Crummett
Maui

The word “mystical” – to paraphrase William James – is often used to subtly denigrate beliefs which could be regarded as vague, sentimental, or – to us – illogical or irrational.  If the state of mind defies description… Mystical.  If revelatory, illuminative, or significant but inarticulate knowledge is involved… Mystical. If the state is transient or temporary, like a trance or an ecstatic quavering… Mystical.  If there exists the feeling that the will, the ego, the self, is set aside or even grasped and  held by a power distinct and superior strength…  Mystical. 

Muslims, Jews, Christians, Hindus, they each have sects that follow and teach “mystical” traditions. 

So why do we treat that which is “mystical” with disdain? Do we still, in the face of the awareness of the magnitude of the universe, the ineffability of its scale, need to offhandedly disregard the “mystical”?  Or do we need to embrace it?

I think everyone knows my answer, by now.