Dear Friends
This afternoon I suffered a horrible system crash, and lost access to
everything on my regular machine for weeks! i am now limping along on an
old rig I've never used this way. It's like coming home from a WWII
bombing run all shot up, but still flying, sort of. It'll take weeks! or
at least many days to repair this damage.
This will encourage the luddite nature that lurks just beneath my polished
nondual-techo surface.
I share this techno disaster with you all, as I assume each one of you is
delicately balanced on the tippy-top of a fragile cybernetic stack of bits
and bytes, and are experienced in these kinds of disasters.
I can still read the discussion, and post to it, so here we go...
My friend Terry Noyes writes,
Subject: Bowing and Wowing
{He subbed himself to the list, then unplugged his modem from the wall in fright
after
the downloading had gone on continuously for a half hour or so. He says:}
I cut out just after the machine had down-loaded your message to the
universe, which doesn't seem so unified in terms of verse as you might
wish, but so what else is new?
I thought your note was pretty good, still havent read the article yet
because i dont dare hook on because i don't know if i can get aloose
again.
i didnt know you lost the big old trees (i didn't know there were big old
trees up there) but you know they will be back, maybe not tomorrow but
eventually, for sure. Like us and everything else, they can't help it.
But really Johnnie, the smiling stone(d) Buddha, the tipi and all, these
people are either going to invade and never go away or they are going to
creep up and slit your throat or they are going to think you are actually
living in a high-rise apartment somewhere like detroit and a complete
fruitcake, which they may be right about.
You are certainly heavy enough...
Well terry is right of course. I shouldnUt open things up so careless and
free the way I do. IUm sure many people would prefer a more restrained,
careful discussion of the fine points of deep ecology theory.
IUm just trying to spark up a little interest, get a game going....
Sometimes in this discussion I feel like a coyote who leads the dogs off
the farm into the woods, running ahead, making provocative remarks in
coyote body language, all the dogs after him. EveryoneUs having a good
time chasing him, and heUs enjoying it too, because meanwhile back at the
farm his wife is stealing chickens and killing calves. But itUs a little
bit lonely work.
Sometimes I wish I were more of a kind and gentle presence in the
discussion, like so many of the wonderful people in this seminar.
Thoughtful, warm and personal. We all would be friendly dogs together,
lying around the farmyard in the sunshine, enjoying the same View of
things. But here we are, tearing across the cognitive landscape of deep
ecology, half the hounds in the deep eek neighborhood after me.
-- Last night I posted a message, How Shall We Live?, that tiptoed up to
the very edge of personal religious experience, and peeked over.
How shall we live?
In a sacred way.
I donUt want to take this any further without some strong support and
encouragement to do so, which I havnUt yet heard, so weUll leave things
there for the time being.
I am planning to post two more selections from the book version of Nondual
Ecology, one on How Shall We Live, the other on Observing Natural
Boundaries.
I feel an enormous sympathy for the 100 word statement made by Yves
Bajard, on the Deepest Ecology. ItUs at the top of the list in this
morningUs Latest Results.
Hells Bells, I canUt find it on this quaint and rickety system IUm on now,
otherwise IUd quote it again. Surely you all have noticed it by now.
Indian people call this, Staying Home. Deep Ecologiests call it
Reinhabiting OneUs Lansdcape.
I hope our discussion leads us in the direction of these two kinds of
understanding. Authentic and direct personal experience of this world,
leading to trying to Walk through the world in a sacred manner, and
understanding more about observing Natural Boundaries, i. e. Staying Home.
I think I better post this before something else crashes.
I bow deeply to the shining hearts who have joined me in this fragile
noosphere.
John McClellan