The kitten we brought home from the shelter last year was killed.

From the way he lay, I'm sure he died instantly.

I cried and cried.

 

I'm so glad we found him and could bring him home to sleep.

We are burying him today.

He was such a wonderful, wonderful guy.

This is close to being one of the most intense documentary experiences I've ever had - and on a tiny pixelated computer vid screen.

It's probably better to click this link and watch it at google video.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9006414844032752909

Even tho I knew almost all of the information presented, I'm still amazed, especially at the scenes of health care in other countries.

I'm stunned. Watch it - it's kinda long, but worth it.

 

Everybody knows RU Sirius, right, from the old MONDO 2000 and Reality Hackers days. He interviews Jody Radzik who writes the guru critique blog Guruphiliac, which is always full of interesting entries.

I wrote a bit of a review with some extracts here, there are also of course links to the mp3 and blog: http://www.telesterion.com/jody-radzik-of-guruphiliac-interviewed-by-ru-sirius.htm

I imagine a fair number of people here might not like Jody and his writing on gurus, but I think he's an insightful and sympathetic observer of the scene, with a good amount of personal knowledge and a practice of his own, and that he's simply describing what are obvious problems with the popular phenomenon of the guru business.

I liked this video, found it on a site I visit daily, http://boingboing.net/

 

An entry about a CNN article on how the brain is involved in religious and spiritual experiences, the sense of awe, oceanic feelings of oneness, and the like.

http://www.telesterion.com/neurotheology-is-the-brain-built-to-produce-thoughts-of-god.htm

He died on thursday, March 28th, in Italy.

http://www.telesterion.com/ug-krishnamurti-one-of-my-favorite-enlightened-dudes-has-died.htm

From the wiki:

From 1947 to 1953, U.G. regularly attended talks given by Jiddu Krishnamurti in Madras, finally beginning a direct dialogue with J. Krishnamurti in 1953. U.G. describes one of their meetings as follows:

"We really didn't get along well. Whenever we met we locked horns over some issue or other. For instance, I never shared his concern for the world, or his belief that his teaching would profoundly affect the thoughts and actions of mankind for the next five hundred years--a fantasy of the Theosophist occultists. In one of our meetings I told Krishnamurti, 'I am not called upon to save the world.' He asked, 'The house is on fire--what will you do?' 'Pour more gasoline on it and maybe something will rise from the ashes,' I remarked. Krishnamurti said, 'You are absolutely impossible.' Then I said, 'You are still a Theosophist. You have never freed yourself from the World Teacher role. There is a story in the Avadhuta Gita which talks of the avadhut who stopped at a wayside inn and was asked by the innkeeper, "What is your teaching?" He replied, "There is no teacher, no teaching and no one taught." And then he walked away. You too repeat these phrases and yet you are so concerned with preserving your teaching for posterity in its pristine purity.'"

- (Krishnamurti, U.G.; Arms, Rodney, Ed. [Third Edition, 2001]. Mystique of Enlightenment. Part One. from [2])

Their dialogues continued, but finally came to a halt. U.G. describes the final discussion as follows:

"Again I asked him if there was anything behind the abstractions he was throwing at me, 'Come clean for once.' Then he said with great force, 'You have no way of knowing it!' Then I said, 'If I have no way of knowing it and you have no way of communicating it, what the hell have we been doing! I have wasted seven years listening to you. You can give your precious time to somebody else. I am leaving for New York tomorrow.'"

- (Krishnamurti, U.G.; Arms, Rodney, Ed. [Third Edition, 2001]. Mystique of Enlightenment. Part One. from [3])

After the break with J .Krishnamurti, U.G. went to the United States seeking medical treatment for his son, and stayed there for 5 years.

This was written by Erik Davis...

"For those who knew Terence or enjoyed his library, the fire is a tragedy, and not simply because it consumed his private papers. Terence's library reflected the multidimensional facets of his own mind: mysticism and history, drugs and dreams, science fiction and systems theory, natural history and art. Terence was a head who fed his head with books more than the drugs he became known for. I will never forget the sheepish look he gave me six months or so before his death, as he forked over a fistful of twenties for a copy of Empson's Cult of the Peacock Angel, a rare book on the Yezidis that he bought from an esoteric book dealer I knew. It was a look that said, Please don't tell my girlfriend. "

http://www.telesterion.com/sad-new-terrence-mckennas-notes-destroyed-in-a-fire.htm

I'd have loved to have read that Peacock Angel book. I'd have loved to browse McKennas library. And the loss of his notes and working papers is a real shame.

There is a _word and an idea_, invented many years ago by a Polish count, which can be revolutionary and explosive for people who are interested in the human mind.

That word is "Timebinding".

If someone ever asks you what the meaning of human life is, you can tell them - "Timebinding. It's that simple.".

Try reading "Science and Sanity" by Alfred Korzybski. It's not easy to read. It's not easy to understand.  But, it was and is a revolution in the way we humans understand words and thoughts.

Think of it as a challange, like skydiving, or climbing a mountain.

Here's a link to a blog entry of a Zaadz member writing about Korzybski:

http://grayraven.zaadz.com/blog/2006/4/the_hammer_of_2_valued_logic

And remember the word - "Timebinding".

 

In my blog, in the "You Wanna Hear A Crazy Story" entry, I described the night when a guy crashed his truck into my stream. Well, the township gave me an award for that. Here I am with some policemen getting the award. In case it's not obvious, I'm the big guy at the right end of the row of policemen.

The Cheif of Police started calling me, out of the blue, last week. leaving messages on my answering machine, saying they wanted me to come to an awards ceremony with the policeman and fireman who helped save the guy. At first I ignored it, but she kept calling me, so I gave in. This is a picture of the award ceremony which happened this past monday. 

http://telesterion.zaadz.com/blog/2006/3/wanna_hear_a_crazy_story

What the hell, how often do you get an award? the water wasn't waist deep tho, they fibbed a little about that, it was about two feet deep. The certificate is in a nice frame, but I only scanned the document.

http://telesterion.zaadz.com/photos/view/14553