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Thanks all. It was a reference to physical immortality that prompted the question, plus another post by thetaoiseasy regarding the celestial realms. I appreciate your responses. To thetaoiseasy: I was pondering your previous post in "some thoughts" regarding gods & celestial beings, & I wondered to myself what sort of spiritual hierarchy there was in the realms of heaven, and imagined an conversation between two or more celestial beings along the lines of "what are we going to do about these humans?", similar to if an intergalactic group of beings were saying "we all know about them but they don't know about us", & discussing what sort of options are there in regards to their interactions with us. At this, there was a clearing of my energy field & energy shifted from my field to settle in my third eye with a field of blue visible in front of me. It made me wonder where we fit into the scheme of things in that regard.

This has been sitting with me today, & becomes more profound the more I think about it. Ekman underwent a profound healing. The Dalai Lama probably held his hand because the question pertained to him. Perhaps his daughter sought the answer to why her dad could get so angry at her, even though she knew he loves her dearly. The warmth he felt? Probably simple nonjudgmental emotional warmth from one human to another. True compassion. (Oops, don't want to turn this into the other thread on the topic!). Although Ekman possibly still hasn't connected the dots, he may have grown up as a child thinking he himself was responsible for the abuse he suffered at the hands of his parents, (as abusers tend to make the abused believe), and the answer the Dalai Lama gave lifted that burden of responsibility from him, that the actions of other's wasnt to do with him and his behaviour as a child, as innocent or as mischievous as he may have been. It simply wasn't his fault, he was innocent. He may have spent his whole life blaming himself for having received abuse at the hands of others, and went on repeating that pattern of venting emotional distress at others in his own life. The answer his daughter received said he was innocent. The burden of responsibility gone, and from that moment it no longer triggered emotional violence into action. Simple, & yet again, profound.

Sounds more like an example of serendipitous potentiality that was realised than a conscious attempt by the Dalai Lama to influence and overpower another person's mind & emotional patterns by use of a siddhi. This seems not too uncommon an occurrence to happen in the presence of a being of such refinement & high vibration. Such vibrational dischord simply could not occur within the Dalai Lamas presence, but in terms of it being a life changing moment for Eckman, I ponder that he must have had this potentiality brewing otherwise it would not have taken place. It is my experience that people of his character are indeed quite sensitive, & have the opposite pole of his behaviours lying underneath the dischord waiting & truly wanting to be realized. That's my take on it anyway. What an amazing insight he gave that little girl!

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Thanks Marblehead, I said I'm slow, but not that slow.

Sounded to me like Woke up this morning with a splitting headache, Stubbed my toe on the way out of bed, Made it to the bathroom, but there was no paper, House was still trashed from the night before, Got to the kettle, but was out of instant coffee, Cried out in pain "oh Lord, why have you forsaken me?".... The rest I didn't catch.

Did anyone catch what they were actually saying?

. I like this analogy. Thanks.

I may be slow to understand, but the bulk of this thread is to me quite theoretical & technical. For my intellectual inclusion, would those with fine lines & distinctions expand upon the ideas presented with examples, illustrations and analogies of it put to use so that I may be further able to understand your points

I hear ya!

Hey LeonBasin, Deep and heavy topics being explored here. Thank you for your courage to share. These really feel to me like the foundation to a larger story, one that encompasses whole areas of what it is to be human. Not all beings were born into privilege & comfort. Many great people have arisen from such circumstances. I have not yet read material from your link, but would encourage you to develop these themes. What came out of this beginning? What challenges & personal transitions did the protagonist find? Was there any resolution, any redemption? Again, Thank you for your courage. Namaste.

Triple post, sorry.

Double post. Sorry. Please delete.

I like this. Imagine if Gandhi had been content.

Plenty of Kiba-dachi & yogic woodchopper in that.....

Haha, nice analogy!

There can be many physical reasons for lack of drainage in the lymph nodes. Good breathing is one of them. Anatomically, the base of the neck, the anterior of the neck, the ring created by the first ribs attaching from the spine to the sternum and the clavicles are (functionally) called the Thoracic Inlet, and each affect the pressure generated within the upper thoracic cage that serves to syphon & drain the lymph nodes, as well as venous return from the head & neck. Obviously good diaphragm action functions like the bellows in this equation. The diaphragm is affected physically by your posture, cramped by slumping & is also the first thing to respond to your emotional state. There is more to it, but you get the general picture. Upper cross syndrome is a common enough occurrence, & correcting this is easy enough. If it resonates with you, Google it and find some exercises & stretches that appeal to you. Make sure they include stretching the scalenes (key point), pecs, armpits, and strengthen shoulder retractors and include chin retraction to strengthen the muscles that support a straight neck. Treatment of your choice is always an option too. You can also find someone who does manual lymphatic drainage technique with massage, it is a beautiful experience. Hope that helps.

Nice thread Owledge. My interpretation would be second guessing where the people stating this are coming from. Perhaps akin with the differences between sympathy & empathy. Empathy may help someone move from where they are at through being able to relate to someone, sympathy may reinforce where they are at. Pity is closer to sympathy than empathy is, and pity may not be as helpful as it is a hindrance to someone, despite it's genuineness & good intention. Skillful action? Possibly knowing the difference between the two, and knowing why course of action may be helpful. Knowing what to say & when. Knowing when to hold back. Knowing when to encourage someone or actually intervene when necessary. I find it a blanket statement and could be rephrased as "Compassion can be a skillful art". My thoughts only, keen to hear other's perspectives too.

If lymph nodes are up, there may be an infection of some sort. A blood test and white blood cell count may confirm this. Glad to hear the MCO is helping you with kundalini issues. How intense have they been?

Buteyko method is quite effective treating apnoea. It is simple in its concept- nostril breathing during the day, and night, with the tongue resting on the upper palate. Balances the blood gasses is O2 & CO2, and the respiratory centre in the brain gets retrained to trigger in accordance with blood gasses as it should. Benefits of testing the tongue on the upper palate will resonate with cultivators. http://www.buteyko.info/

Hey audiohealing, I can relate to your post here. I am not practiced in the art of cultivation, so I may be coming from a different, possibly humanist, perspective of trying to accept where you are at without judgement, and going from there. I would tend to think that your concerns would not be an issue in a situation that you were comfortable in, or when you are feeling confident & free enough to be yourself, without being judged by those around you. Being anxious and self conscious by its nature tends to bring on and amplify feelings, and I tend to find myself getting locked into a manic sort of internal conflict and dialogue in what my effect on others would be & then feel totally responsible for everything that happens thereafter. There is a saying about anxiety that analysis is paralysis. It's not healthy, and I think simply because I am & you are sensitive to energy, that's where the focus tends to be, at that level. If there wasnt that sensitivity, it would just be a case of one feeling self conscious of their issues popping up, and fearing the possibility of being judged unfavourably. There is already some good points of view posted here on dealing with that, and if you notice what personal issues are coming up for you, you have the option of getting counselling to become ok about yourself with those issues, and I imagine more confidence in yourself will equate to less frequent occurrences of being acutely aware of what is happening in your field interactions. What are your thoughts on that?

Dear Lord, Protector! Most Christians think this way, its a fundemental tenent of Christian belief. Just turn on your TV on a Sunday morning. I dont object to what you are saying otherwise. If Peter the apostle had his way, Christianity would have been restricted exclusively to the Jewish people alone, but you may be, er, well, minimalising & generalising the history of a living tradition here just a little Interesting point here though, from the culmination of books included & excluded into what would become "The Bible" at the Nicean Creed 325AD, the common people were excluded from the bible & its meaning & practice due to it being written in Latin. Even the church services were in Latin, so no one could even understand what was being said, apart from the preaching in their own native tongue. Martin Luther changed that with the protestant reformation a staggering 1200 years later! (Edit: added last paragraph)

There is an interesting situation in Australia happening at the moment. The Marriage Equality debate has gained alot of momentum, and is as close to getting through parliament as it has ever been. However, there is an anti-discrimination bill being formed where sexual orientation & gender identity are in the process of being debated & defined for inclusion, and the church want an exemtion from that part of the act. ie free to discriminate against sexual orientation. The Prime Minister has all but agreed to The Australian Christian Lobby that they will be exempt. This would not be an issue if it were in regards to not hiring a like minded person with traditional christian values as staff to the church, as the church should have their own domain. But it does become an issue when they would be free to discriminate with hiring staff for public services that they provide to the community. The separation of church and state is an old issue. To be clear about where I am coming from, I am highly respectful of the Bible and Christian practice, though I personally do not believe the Bible to be the direct word of God to be translated and interpreted literally. I interpret its value allegorically. Thus, in progressive churches, we have seen the ordination of women, and the acceptance of gay priests in modern times. I dont imagine that all churches, let alone general society, will ever be free of prejudice, but hopefully over time there will be less & less of it. The exemptions from anti-discriminatory laws would be a real step back in time if they were to pass. Here are a few links to the debate: The issues: http://d68ej2dhhub09.cloudfront.net/323-Discrimination_FAQ.pdf The impact: http://www.gaynewsnetwork.com.au/news/northern-territory/10377-anti-discrimination-bill-sidelines-lgbti-people.html

My Secret Map of Tasmania I was given a plane ticket to Tassie by my family for my birthday one year, as they thought I was working too hard at the time. I had no particular thoughts of a plan at the time, but I had this dream one night where I dreamt of a map of Tasmania. It had a dot on it, like one would find on an actual map, but the map was rotating in my dream & I had to focus to keep my eye on the exact location of the dot. In the morning when I awoke, I got out a map and found what I thought was the location that I had seen in my dream. Redpa. It was written in bold, and so I thought it was going to be a large township, and decided then & there, my trip was going to be a dreamquest. It had to do with connecting with the ancestral spirit of the Aboriginal peoples I was sure, envisioning a greeting given to me by the gathered elders of "We've been expecting you" upon arrival. After arriving in Hobart, I drove to Staughn, then up to the north west of the island. Excited that I was near my destination, I turned my hired campervan at the sign with the township's name on it, drove past a few houses and a school to arrive at an unsigned T intersection which seemed to go to nowhere in particular. Hmmm, I thought to myself (to exclamate my dumbfoundedness). Where is my dreamtown? Thinking synchronicity would be on my side, I checked out the houses along the street and picked the one that appealed to me most. It had a moat around the house. I gathered my courage and traversed the drawbridge, well, just a few planks to be honest, and rapped my knuckles on the weather worn fly screen door. The front door itself was open & the house inside was messy and I could see through to the back. There were sounds of children clamoring in the distance. A lady in her mid 30's answered the door. She was happy in the way that Tasmanians can be happy with no particular reason to account for it. I asked her sincerely, could you please tell me the way to get to Redpa, there is no sign on which way to turn at the end of the street. She replies, "No, this is Redpa". I then enquired about where the centre of town may be. "No, this is Redpa" she repeats as I now understand, she had been referring to the street alone. Somewhat flummoxed at this slight quirk in my dreamquest, I mentally backpedalled & stammered "so.... what's life like in Redpa?" and many other such lame questions, fishing for some dreamquest related info, and where are the aboriginal elders may be found near this town. We stumbled on self sufficiency as a topic, and she relayed how the man up on the corner makes his own interesting everythings then sells them at the market, and the family down the road grows their own everything on their property. As a matter of fact, she is just about to head on down there now with the kids for lunch and asked if I would like to come along & meet them. The old guy was out in the paddock fixing a fence & was short worded & suspicious of me. I dont suppse they get many out of towners "just passing through". He had a bad back & relayed the story of how he had a massive disc prolapse a few years back & was told he would never be able to walk again as he downed his tools and made his way towards the sheds & pens. Made of steel this bloke seemed to be. In them he had pigs, sheep, goats, chickens, pigeons, & rabbits, right next to a pretty impressive vege patch. He talks me through a few tidbits & a bit of know how on keeping these animals, and invites me to come in for lunch as he washes up. 4 hours later, after talking shop with his wife & guests, & graciously sampling everything they had made on the premises from cheeses, breads, jams, salamis, and what I told him was the finest home brew I have ever tasted in my life (and I have quite extensive experience in this field), he discloses to me that he is a direct descendent of James Boag himself! Whoa, my dreamquest vision was about beer! I politely refused another beer & the request to stay there for dinner, as I had to make it to a known big wave location for a quick peek before sundown, and then that I had to be back in Hobart (450km away) by morning for an exploration of Tassies wild Southwest, around the Bathurst Lakes area. They didnt express that I might be a tad ambitious. There were no waves there, but lo & behold, an aboriginal presence, particularly in regards to old campsites & dugouts. I caught wind of a reserve and jumped in the van. Night was falling. I was driving fast down long sand tracks, the tea trees were in flower everywhere, so much so that it looked like I was driving through the snow. There is a building of some description as I reach the reserve. The folks there are closing down for the night, finishing off their game of cards, and about to head home. There is no connection there, no real acknowledgement, no "we have been expecting you" or "you're late", just a nonchelant passing appreciation that I would like to enter the reserve and that they had no issue with it. I followed the track down hillsides & embankments until I found a good vantage point, stopped & got out of the vehicle. Silencio. I was in the middle of fucking nowhere, all on my own, and there was a spread of stars across the sky like I had never seen before, a fucund moon rising above the water of the north coast, and an amazing vibe coming from all the natural landscape that was surrounding me. I was soooo excited by it all, I was having an internal one man party. Stayed on for a few hours. I made it halfway to Hobart that night, slept on the side of the road, & was delirious the whole of the following day during our expedition, and took an amazing array of photos through my dreamlike lenses. Think I travelled 1300km in 36 hrs to make it all happen, but who wouldnt do that to have a beer with James Boag's great grandson? I'm getting thirsty now, better go & stock the fridge. (Edit: sorry, posted the wrong story previously, this is an Aussie yarn with Aussie inuendo, but hope it comes across well enough as a story)

I remember reading Mantak Chia's opinion on kundalini, and that it was (something like) too much fire at the expense of the other elements, with higher risk of imbalances occurring.