Spirituality -A garden of wisdom. Jiddu Krishnamurti

[The Cat]

The Self is organized fear...

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Life is always climbing over the fences,
or sectarian barricades erected by the Self.

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Desolation Row.
Words and Music: Bob Dylan...
They're selling postcards of the hanging. They're painting the passports brown.
The beauty parlour's filled with sailors. The circus is in town.
Here comes the blind commissoner. They've got him in a trance.
One hand's tied to the tightrope walker. The other is in his pants.
And the riot squad they're restless. They need some where to go.
As lady and I look out tonight... On Desolation Row.

Cinderella she seems so easy. It takes on to know one she smiles.
Then puts her hand in her back pocket, Betty Davis style.
Then in comes Romeo he's moaning: You Belong to me I believe.
And someone says your in the wrong place my friend, You better leave.
And the only sound that's left, After the ambulances go,
Is Cinderella sweeping up... On Desolation Row.

Now the moon is almost hidden, The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady Has already taken all her things inside.
All except for Cane and Able, And the Hunch Back of Notre Dame,
Everyone is making love, Or else expecting rain...
And the good Samaritan he's dressing, He's gettin ready for the show.
He's going to the carnival Tonight... On Desolation Row.

Now Ophelia she's 'neath the window. For her I feel so afraid.
On her twenty-second birthday, She already is an old maid.
To her death is quite romantic. She wears an iron vest.
Her profession's her religion, Her sin is her lifelessness.
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking... Into Desolation Row.

Einstein disguised as Robin Hood, With his memories in a trunk,
Passed this way an hour ago, With his friend a jealous monk.
He looked so frightful As he bummed a cigarette;
Then went off sniffing drain pipes And reciting the alphabet.
No you would not think to look at him That he was famous long ago
For playing electric violin... On Desolation Row.

Doctor Filth he keeps his word Inside a leather cup
But all his sexless patients Are trying to blow it up.
Now his nurse, a local looser, She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read Have mercy on his soul.
They all play on penny whistles, You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough... From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains. They're gettin' ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera, A perfect image of a priest.
They're spoon feedin' Casonova, To get him to feel more assured;
Then they'll killed him with self confidence, After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to skinning girls: Get outta here don't you know
Casanova is just being punished... For going to Desolation Row.

Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crews
Round up everyone That knows more than they do.
Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart attack machines
Is strapped across their shoulders, And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles By insurance men that go
Check to see that nobody is escaping... To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune. The Titanic sails at dawn.
And everybody shouting: Which side are you on!
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, Fighting in the captains tower,
While calypso signers laugh at them, And fishermen hold flowers.
Between the windows of the sea, Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much... About Desolation Row

Yes I received your letter yesterday About the time the door knob broke.
When you asked me how I was doin'... Was that some kind of joke.
All those people that you mention, Yes I know them they're quite lame.
I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name.
Right now I can't read too good, Don't send me no more letters no.
Not unless you mail them from... Desolation Row.
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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Desolation Row...

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Is this the world we're going to give in inheritance to our kids?

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Full-ahead consumerism as a Social Titanic.

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall.
Words and Music: Bob Dylan.

Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Where have you been, my darling young one?
I've strayed on the side of twelve misty mountains.
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestes.
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
Been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard.

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

What did you see, my blue-eyed son?
What did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn babe with the wild wolves around it.
I saw a highway of golden with nobody on it.
I saw a black branch with a blood that kept dripping.
Saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding.
I saw a white ladder all covered with water.
Saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were are broken.
Saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children.

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

What did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
What did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the roar of a thunder -- it roared out a warning.
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world.
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing.
Heard ten thousand whispering, and nobody listening.
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
Heard the sound of a clown that cried in the alley.
Heard the sound of one person who cried he was human.

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony.
I met a white man who walked a black dog.
I met a young women whose body was burning.
I met a young girl -- she gave me a rainbow.
I met one man -- he was wounded in love.
I met another man -- he was wounded in hatred.

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Well, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
What'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm going back out, 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'.
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many, and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding my waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the dark dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number.
And I'll see it and tell it and think it and be it.
And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it.
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.
But I'll know my song well before I start sinking.

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard -- it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

The Tree of Life is being cut down...

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Blowin' In The Wind.
Words and Music: Bob Dylan.

How many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man?
Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must the cannon balls fly, before they're forever banned...

The Answer my friend is blowing in the Wind,
The Answer is blowing in the Wind...

Just how many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
Yes and how many ears must one man have, before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take, till he knows that too many people have died?

The Answer my friend is blowing in the Wind,
The Answer is blowing in the Wind...

How many years can a mountain exist, before its washed to the sea?
Yes and how many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just didnt see?

The Answer my friend is blowing in the Wind.
The Answer is blowing in the Wind...
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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Ramana Maharshi (1879-1950). Another Advaita (non-two) sage...
http://www.prahlad.org/gallery/sri_ramana_maharshi.htm

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

Ramana Maharshi
http://www.awarenessplus.com/ramana.htm

[The Cat]

Awareness: Autumn's splendor.

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[The Cat]

An astonishing Iris in all it's Glory...

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Authority has the same etymological root as authenticity.

[Bolusbikker]

Thanks for the pick cat. Hope people realize the craze we have put upon ourselves, stop and go back into paradise, our natural state of being.
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You say you'll change the constitution
Well, you know we all want to change your head
You tell me, it's the institution.
Well, you know you better free your mind instead.

[The Cat]