The Cosmic Chef has given so much sustenance
Greetings to you and yours.!
[Narayan] "How are you able to motivate yourself to go out and teach? In Glastonbury you said you cannot help yourself. Please could you expand on that one.
Beautiful question! I like questions* like these because they are so reminiscent of my wanderings in spiritual culture. I met this question several times in Glastonbury.
Do you remember that your questions when we met were on a similar theme? It was easy when we could Dialogue face to face. There was a rapid volley of words and then smiles, laughter....silence.
There is some feeling that you convey: that you feel you should teach and simultaneously there is an opposite reaction.
Motivation is only required when it is absent.
I feel like a mothering bird who wakes in the morning and sees these hungry gaping beaks straining for some re-constituted sustenance! I chew my immediate experience, the Current Perspective, and make it an offering.
The Cosmic Chef has given so much sustenance. To gorge on it only invites one's annihilation via internal Hara Kiri, filling up like a Michelin Man, exploding like a rubber latex inner tube, and being splattered into a Million Pieces around the Universe.
What are you going to chose?
The alternative is to give it all away - quickly! To preserve one's gastro-intestinal integrity and stay one unified whole. If you look down from The Razor's Edge/the Narrow Path - you can see the saintly remains of wayfarers - drugged-out babas, dusty sadhus and fat pundits!
There is an alternative. Pepto-Abysmal and Ex-Lax are not Optimal Health aids they are Alternative (to) Health.
You could simply refuse your Mission Impossible! *yawn* (Can you imagine Tom Cruise doing that halfway into the opening theme tune?) However you had better get up from the Cosmic Supper Table 'cos you're going to get filled and then 'creamed' (as Hilde says she gets at meetings). You can't refuse the Divine Mama's cooking if you are sat there watching it being wheeled out. Everything is Dolce!
Mama Mia Ki Jai Hari Bolo!
Now, personally, I can't refuse certain cookings. Last night, as I took a prospective documentary maker on a winding trip thru' the extremes of London's West End - sort of a Cockney version of Siddartha Gautama's Charioteer except I didn't narrate - she looked at old tramps to film and expensive shoe displays because...well because she did....and I thought: when is she going to slip off her Cosmic Emotional Armouring, go skinny dip in Ocean of Bliss (it's always warm on Thursdays) and emerge a Mega-babe ala "La Dolce Vita", so that we could go home (independently) and take an early bath (soccer speak) and go to bed...with a good book...mine's a current "Spiritual Teacher" who is having an "Unconditional Relationship with Life" - what's yours?
She wanted to film a guru-disciple relationship. A bit no-holds-barred...."Didn't you see the Police Tape, Madam? It says "Do *Not* Cross"". Anyway, I don't do that type of thing and referred her to my message in which I do not entertain teacher-follower co-dependency. You get it, you go home and you get to keep your wife! Unlike, one Crazy Wisdom Teacher: you come, you pay, you go home and he spends the night with your wife - perhaps he wasn't into sharing back in the Swinging Sixties either!
Anyway...back to the West End detour....inevitably the documentary maker wondered where I was going...well...she could guess (we were on Chinatown borders...anyone who knows me knows where I was going...to eat Chinese food. :-) )
I was in heaven! She was in hell! She didn't really want to eat out but was hungry and wanted to smoke a beedi (but couldn't). We spoke about how she wanted to get happy but how her work produces so much stress, anxiety and pressure that one day it will lead to paralysis. Could she give it up? If she gave it up then she could be happy.
Happiness is: dropping stuff!
I was very contented. She was frustrated and said it was the food that made me happy. It does! It does! More happiness! Such bliss!
I ordered her a Hot and Sour soup. It blew the top of her head off. Her neurones propelled by soup vapour mingled with the stars, and after aeons of desiring, found Liberation. However, she is still sitting on her chair dreaming of shoes and Gurus...
It's possible to be more and more happy but Liberation stays the same. When the body is happy...this is good.
I don't know if I can walk away from the Cosmic Canteen Table. Why would I want that? It's more fun dropping in to eat quickly, and rushing out to haul in the next intake of guests.
If you have been given an excess of calories then you have to burn them up.
So now you know how it's done for Oshana.
P.S. Your brother attended the next London meeting and came to eat with us all afterwards. I told you that he was very welcome!
This week a Glastonbury lady came and also ate. She had seen so many immediate changes in her ex-partner that she took an opportunity to visit the London meetings. She is also a special person and got something.
A Glastonbury visit may be on approximately between 23-29/10/00.
I will reply shortly when I get time but in short...there is nothing for me to do than share my cooking!
*(NB to All: However, all questions are equally important and must be asked).
A day does not pass where I do not remember your wonderful visit to Glastonbury. You should come to Glastonbury again.
My question is ...
In Glastonbury you said you cannot help yourself. Please could you expand on that one.
I find myself becoming more and more reclusive. Less and less likely to share my wonderful space.
it would be great if you could shed some light on my question
[Source: Oshana Mailing List]