<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784503572853145608</id><updated>2012-02-22T13:26:02.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Place of Earth and Sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtcleanser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784503572853145608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtcleanser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James Saint Cloud.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784503572853145608.post-3494972562029436494</id><published>2010-05-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:02:25.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;God is a circle whose center is  everywhere and whose  circumference is nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;       ---  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Empedocles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S_tEWjgrarI/AAAAAAAAApM/JCvtp4JRYXQ/s1600/caravan+Aimee+Stewart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S_tEWjgrarI/AAAAAAAAApM/JCvtp4JRYXQ/s400/caravan+Aimee+Stewart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475044926279084722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Breanna took a seat on her  wagon’s step. “I do not live in here; nor is this me,” thumping  her  chest. “That's far too small a box! My dwelling is a wider realm no box can hold. Where 'I' and 'mine' are left outside the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me the way to it," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are too full of thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Empty me of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then . . . There is a game that you may   play to bring you into Now. A dance of Earth with Sun, to let them meet and dance  in you. Shall I show you how it's done, that  game with energies I play?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagine  there’s a tiny box in which you are enclosed: The realm of Time,  where  past or future’s verbal chains can keep you from the Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-md2s26-xI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jHMiiRIAJNc/s1600/daisies+Aimee+Stewart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-md2s26-xI/AAAAAAAAAo0/jHMiiRIAJNc/s400/daisies+Aimee+Stewart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076785498192658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Thought   rules the box to keep you small. Shall you escape? The Sun and Earth  will serve as your allies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here is a meditation to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed. Simply be aware of what is happening. Sounds. Sensations. You are the witness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course you notice thoughts,  clamoring to be attended to. The thoughts are spoiled, used to your attention when they  wish. Simply witness them, with all the rest. They are denizens of the box of self, so  shrill. Do not talk back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the thoughts is the freedom that you seek. Not easily done, you say? It's time to play our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather of thought can be cleared away with a dance of  energies  --- as the Earth and Sun meet to dance in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variation #1:&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and imagine a large globe of energy surrounding you. How big doesn't matter. As you inhale the energy in the globe comes into your body, toward your spine, like squeezing your fist. As you exhale it is released, flooding out to the edges of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat a few times. Play with it; there's no fixed rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your sense of being feel enlarged? Has the thinking stopped?  You are connected with Source. Stay with it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variation #2:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the globe around you again. As you inhale, energy from the middle of the Earth arrives in your sphere. So does energy from the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you exhale their energies combine and flood the whole globe, your body and the surrounding area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-md1lkpVDI/AAAAAAAAAok/7Vd_eT0jG5c/s1600/gate+keeper+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-md1lkpVDI/AAAAAAAAAok/7Vd_eT0jG5c/s400/gate+keeper+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470076766362620978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each in-breath the Sun and Earth are filling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each out-breath the  energies  meet and disperse with a burst-and-flood, for the body to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ‘see’ it with some inner eye or you may not. Only know   that it is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Direct its course to wherever you   decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Like fire and powder they  explode. So  cleansing as they do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment with where they meet in you. Let it become more subtle as you go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short while of it and you realize: No thought can  interfere with this quiet storm, unless by stern  intention you shall  call thought in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the meeting-place of Earth and Sky! They have need of you, to be the place where they may dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their help you’ve  found the moment’s source: Presence, in its  purity. The light has come  to live in you, and darkness fled, that let  thought burrow in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only  consciousness — "What’s Happening Now" on its wide wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-lyJB_0AxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UmRy-NCzisY/s1600/swan+Aimee+Stewart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-lyJB_0AxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UmRy-NCzisY/s400/swan+Aimee+Stewart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470028721898652434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the game’s  result, for which we play: The little box of Time  turns inside-out,  spewing its content toward the Infinite! Only now, and  now, and now — with no stories in the head of what  may be and what once  was. All that is fled, of no more worth that last week’s  dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Infinite is Now, the other side of time. In this silence healing happens. Stay here, though  the Judge condemn and syllables flood out to call you back. Outside the  sphere of presence they  must remain with their false clamoring — unless  you let them in  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-miO7mWBsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Tz0eM8qYVGE/s1600/buzzard+Aimee+Stewart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-miO7mWBsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Tz0eM8qYVGE/s400/buzzard+Aimee+Stewart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470081599818565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The self you knew before was but a seed of your infinite self. And it has sprouted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sounds you hear --- the bird, the wind, the car, the voice --- are now inside of you --- that larger body you now have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-lyI9uE2NI/AAAAAAAAAoU/n92lcaYX0dg/s1600/Earth+net+Aimee+Stewart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S-lyI9uE2NI/AAAAAAAAAoU/n92lcaYX0dg/s400/Earth+net+Aimee+Stewart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470028720750516434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please join us for more at: www://emofirstaid.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2784503572853145608-3494972562029436494?l=thoughtcleanser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtcleanser.blogspot.com/feeds/3494972562029436494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtcleanser.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-is-circle-whose-center-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784503572853145608/posts/default/3494972562029436494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2784503572853145608/posts/default/3494972562029436494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtcleanser.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-is-circle-whose-center-is.html' title=''/><author><name>James Saint Cloud.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/S_tEWjgrarI/AAAAAAAAApM/JCvtp4JRYXQ/s72-c/caravan+Aimee+Stewart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
