classes ::: place, plane,
children ::: Ghost in the Shell (1995)
branches ::: Hell, Mary Shelley

Instances, Classes, See Also, Object in Names
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object:Hell
class:place
class:plane

--- TYPES
  vital hell :::
  the hell of forgetting :::
  the hell of seeing real evil in oneself :::

--- NOTES
2020-08-02 ::: so, I added types today after a large caves of qud binge, and smoking some weed and thinking "a case for not playing videogames" which included firstly the idea that anything one can do in a game one could theoretically do in real life. that mixed with some post I saw about vaccines, and perhaps with Jordan Peterson, made me realize there are many types of hell, or something. this was triggered by the entrance into a different type of hell from where I was before. the earlier was the hell of being stuck in vital attractions and a state of constant sin in overabundent vital movements like games, drugs and masturbation. Whereas this new hell, was one that is newer and harder to explain but was triggered by the idea that doing evils upon the world (like testing drugs on babies) was a potentially faster method to gain the knowledge to make the mutations from cave of qud a human power sooner than later. so that by evil one can attain power faster. and that temptation, and the moral ambiquity I feel in response to that idea.. is a different kind of hell indeed.

this idea reminds me of Savitri, and Jordan Peterson, even Ken Wilber's idea of stage transitions, the descent into chaos, and that as a means



--- FOOTER
see also ::: lost, the Darkness, evil, sin, suffering, the Ignorance, 02.07 - The Descent into Night, 02.08 - The World of Falsehood The Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness, impurity, self-deception
see also ::: remedies, cures, the Solution, the problem, difficulties, help, aspiration, the Call, lower movements, Japa (Savitri)










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--- PRIMARY CLASS


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--- SEE ALSO


02.07_-_The_Descent_into_Night
02.08_-_The_World_of_Falsehood_The_Mother_of_Evil_and_the_Sons_of_Darkness
aspiration
cures
difficulties
evil
help
impurity
Japa_(Savitri)
lost
lower_movements
remedies
self-deception
sin
suffering
the_Call
the_Darkness
the_Ignorance
the_problem
the_Solution

--- SIMILAR TITLES [1]


1.03 - The Gate of Hell. The Inefficient or Indifferent. Pope Celestine V. The Shores of Acheron. Charon. The
1.04 - Descent into Future Hell
Ghost in the Shell (1995)
Ghost in the Shell 2; Innocence
Ghost in the Shell - Stand Alone Complex
Hell
Mary Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell
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temp ::: consecration, experiments, knowledge, meditation, psychometrics, remember, responsibility, temp, the Bad, the God object, the Good, the most important, the Ring, the source of inspirations, the Stack, the Tarot, the Word, top priority, whiteboard,

--- DICTIONARIES (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)


hell ::: the abode of condemned souls and devils in some religions; the place of eternal punishment for the wicked after death. hell’s, hells. :::

hell-hound :::

hellanodic ::: n. --> A judge or umpire in games or combats.

hellbender ::: n. --> A large North American aquatic salamander (Protonopsis horrida or Menopoma Alleghaniensis). It is very voracious and very tenacious of life. Also called alligator, and water dog.

hellborn ::: a. --> Born in or of hell.

hellbred ::: a. --> Produced in hell.

hellbrewed ::: a. --> Prepared in hell.

hellbroth ::: n. --> A composition for infernal purposes; a magical preparation.

hell-cat ::: n. --> A witch; a hag.

hell-diver ::: n. --> The dabchick.

helldoomed ::: a. --> Doomed to hell.

hellebore ::: n. --> A genus of perennial herbs (Helleborus) of the Crowfoot family, mostly having powerfully cathartic and even poisonous qualities. H. niger is the European black hellebore, or Christmas rose, blossoming in winter or earliest spring. H. officinalis was the officinal hellebore of the ancients.
Any plant of several species of the poisonous liliaceous genus Veratrum, especially V. album and V. viride, both called white hellebore.

helleborein ::: n. --> A poisonous glucoside accompanying helleborin in several species of hellebore, and extracted as a white crystalline substance with a bittersweet taste. It has a strong action on the heart, resembling digitalin.

helleborin ::: n. --> A poisonous glucoside found in several species of hellebore, and extracted as a white crystalline substance with a sharp tingling taste. It possesses the essential virtues of the plant; -- called also elleborin.

helleborism ::: n. --> The practice or theory of using hellebore as a medicine.

hellene ::: n. --> A native of either ancient or modern Greece; a Greek.

hellenian ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the Hellenes, or Greeks.

hellenic ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the Hellenes, or inhabitants of Greece; Greek; Grecian. ::: n. --> The dialect, formed with slight variations from the Attic, which prevailed among Greek writers after the time of Alexander.

hellenism ::: n. --> A phrase or form of speech in accordance with genius and construction or idioms of the Greek language; a Grecism.
The type of character of the ancient Greeks, who aimed at culture, grace, and amenity, as the chief elements in human well-being and perfection.

hellenist ::: n. --> One who affiliates with Greeks, or imitates Greek manners; esp., a person of Jewish extraction who used the Greek language as his mother tongue, as did the Jews of Asia Minor, Greece, Syria, and Egypt; distinguished from the Hebraists, or native Jews (Acts vi. 1).
One skilled in the Greek language and literature; as, the critical Hellenist.

hellenistical ::: a. --> Pertaining to the Hellenists.

hellenistically ::: adv. --> According to the Hellenistic manner or dialect.

hellenistic ::: a. --> Alt. of Hellenistical

hellenize ::: v. i. --> To use the Greek language; to play the Greek; to Grecize. ::: v. t. --> To give a Greek form or character to; to Grecize; as, to Hellenize a word.

hellenotype ::: n. --> See Ivorytype.

hellespont ::: n. --> A narrow strait between Europe and Asia, now called the Daradanelles. It connects the Aegean Sea and the sea of Marmora.

hellespontine ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the Hellespont.

hellgamite ::: n. --> Alt. of Hellgramite

hellgramite ::: n. --> The aquatic larva of a large American winged insect (Corydalus cornutus), much used a fish bait by anglers; the dobson. It belongs to the Neuroptera.

hellhag ::: n. --> A hag of or fit for hell.

hell-haunted ::: a. --> Haunted by devils; hellish.

hell ::: v. t. --> The place of the dead, or of souls after death; the grave; -- called in Hebrew sheol, and by the Greeks hades.
The place or state of punishment for the wicked after death; the abode of evil spirits. Hence, any mental torment; anguish.
A place where outcast persons or things are gathered
A dungeon or prison; also, in certain running games, a place to which those who are caught are carried for detention.
A gambling house.

hellhound ::: n. --> A dog of hell; an agent of hell.

hellier ::: v. t. --> One who heles or covers; hence, a tiler, slater, or thatcher.

hellish ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to hell; like hell; infernal; malignant; wicked; detestable; diabolical.

hellkite ::: n. --> A kite of infernal breed.

hello ::: interj. & n. --> See Halloo.

hellward ::: adv. --> Toward hell.

helly ::: a. --> Hellish.

HELL AND HEAVEN. ::: They arc often imaginary states of the soul or rather of the vital which it constructs about It after its passing. What is meant by hell is a painful passage through the vital or lingering there, as for instance, in many cases of suicide where one remains surrounded by the forces of suffering and turmoil created by this unnatural and violent exit. There are, of course, also worlds of mind and vital worlds which are penetrated with Joyful or dark experiences. One may pass through these as the result of things formed in the nature which create the necessary affimties, but the Idea of reward or retri- bution is a crude and vulgar conception which is a mere popular error.

hello
{hello, world}

hello packet
An {OSPF} {packet} sent
periodically on each {network interface}, real or {virtual},
to discover and test connections to neighbours. Hello packets
are multicast on physical networks capable of {multicasting}
or {broadcasting} to enable dynamic {router} discovery. They
include the parameters that routers connected to a common
network must agree on.
Hello packets increase network resilience by, e.g., allowing a
router to establish a secondary connection when a primary
connection fails.
(1999-11-02)

hello, sailor!
Occasional West Coast equivalent of {hello, world};
seems to have originated at SAIL, later associated with the
game {Zork} (which also included "hello, aviator" and "hello,
implementor"). Originally from the traditional hooker's
greeting to a swabbie fresh off the boat, of course.
[{Jargon File}]
(2007-10-30)

hello, world
The canonical, minimal, first program that a
programmer writes in a new {programming language} or {development
environment}. The program just prints "hello, world" to {standard
output} in order to verify that the programmer can successfully
edit, compile and run a simple program before embarking on
anything more challenging.
Hello, world is the first example program in the {C} programming
book, {K&R}, and the tradition has spread from there to pretty
much every other language and many of their textbooks.
Environments that generate an unreasonably large executable
for this trivial test or which require a {hairy}
compiler-linker invocation to generate it are considered bad.
{Hello, World in over 400 programming languages
(http://www.roesler-ac.de/wolfram/hello.htm)}.
(2013-10-27)

hellanodic ::: n. --> A judge or umpire in games or combats.


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1:Hello darkness, my old friend ~ Simon & Garfunkel,
2:Shell programming is a 1950s juke box . . . ~ Larry Wall,
3:You carry heaven and hell within you. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,
4:If you're going through hell, keep going. ~ Winston Churchill,
5:Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself. ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein,
6:Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. ~ Mary Shelley,
7:If winter comes, can spring be far behind? ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
8:All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
9:Live in My Deepest Hell and from There I cannot Fall Any Further. ~ Carl Jung,
10:The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
11:Get in my lobby. Were starting the case now. ~ Major Kusanagi, Ghost in the Shell ,
12:Pain is the breaking of the shell which encloses your understanding ~ Khalil Gibran,
13:No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell. ~ Carl Jung,
14:Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light. ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost ,
15:What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky,
16:Hateful to me as are the gates of hell Is he who hiding one thing in his heart Utters another. ~ Homer,
17:Nature has neither kernel Nor shell ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
18:To every man is given a key to the gates of heaven. The same key opens the gates of hell. ~ Buddhist Proverb,
19:My name is Ozymandias, king of kings; Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias ,
20:Everyone who has ever built anywhere a 'new heaven' first found the power thereto in his own hell. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
21:You have told me, O God, to believe in hell. But you have forbidden me to think...of any man as damned ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin,
22:A mind of moderate capacity which closely pursues one study must infallibly arrive at great proficiency in that study. ~ Mary Shelley,
23:It lived upon the margin of the Idea Protected by Ignorance as in a shell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life,
24:I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. ~ William Blake,
25:He mastered the tides of Nature with a look:He met with his bare spirit naked Hell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.07 - The Descent into Night,
26:Even Good she makes a hook to drag to Hell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The World of Falsehood,
27:Where you're standing, dig, dig out: Down below's the Well: Let them that walk in darkness shout Down below there's Hell! ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
28:None can reach heaven who has not passed through hell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The World of Falsehood,
29:Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym. ~ Stephen King,
30:521. If Hell were possible, it would be the shortest cut to the highest heaven. For verily God loveth. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays Divine And Human Bhakti,
31:44. If God draw me towards Heaven, then, even if His other hand strive to keep me in Hell, yet must I struggle upward. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays Divine And Human 4.1 - Jnana,
32:43. If God assigns to me my place in Hell, I do not know why I should aspire to Heaven. He knows best what is for my welfare. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays Divine And Human 4.1 - Jnana,
33:It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell. ~ Buddha,
34:In the enormous spaces of the selfThe body now seemed only a wandering shell, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The Yoga of the King,
35:None has been able to hold all the gods in his bosom unstaggered,All have grown drunken with force and have gone down to Hell and to Ate. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems 5.1.01 - Ilion,
36:A mighty victory or a mighty fall,A throne in heaven or a pit in hell,The dual Energy they have justified ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.06 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life,
37:Time's worksThe giant’s and the Titan’s furious marchClimbs to usurp the kingdom of the godsOr skirts the demon magnitudes of Hell; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 06.01 - The Word of Fate,
38:None can reach heaven who has not passed through hell. This too the traveller of the worlds must dare. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri The World of Falsehood,
39:I have laboured and suffered in Matter’s nightTo bring the fire to man;But the hate of hell and human spiteAre my meed since the world began. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God’s Labour,
40:Whether for Heaven or Hell they must wage war:Warriors of Good, they serve a shining causeOr are Evil’s soldiers in the pay of Sin. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.06 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life,
41:I fear not for the angry frown of Heaven,I flinch not from the red assault of Hell;I crush the opposition of the gods,Tread down a million goblin obstacles. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 07.04 - The Triple Soul-Forces,
42:A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy. ~ James Joyce,
43:Overtaken by the spirit’s sudden spell,Smitten by a divine passion’s alchemy,Pain’s self compelled transformed to potent joyCuring the antithesis twixt heaven and hell. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.09 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods,
44:40. My adepts stand upright; their head above the heavens, their feet below the hells.41. But since one is naturally attracted to the Angel, another to the Demon, let the first strengthen the lower link, the last attach more firmly to the higher. ~ Aleister Crowley,
45:Passed were the pillar-posts of birth and death,Passed was their little scene of symbol deeds,Passed were the heavens and hells of their long road;They had returned into the world’s deep soul.All now was gathered into pregnant rest ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.14 - The World-Soul,
46:If honor and wisdom and happiness are not for me, let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my place be in hell. Let me be outraged and annihilated, but for one instant, in one being, let Your enormous Library be justified. ~ Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths Selected Stories and Other Writings,
47:I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. ~ Isaac Newton,
48:328. There is nothing small in God's eyes; let there be nothing small in thine. He bestows as much labour of divine energy on the formation of a shell as on the building of an empire. For thyself it is greater to be a good shoemaker than a luxurious and incompetent king. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays Divine And Human ,
49:A natural inclination toward the darker side of magic is as good a point as any from which to begin the ultimate quest, and half this book is devoted to the black arts. ... We will begin by discussing the Spirit of Black Magic. Magical power is the key to the heaven-hell of the now. ~ Peter J Carroll, Liber Null ,
50:I am peace that steals into man’s war-worn breast,Amid the reign of Hell his acts createA hostel where Heaven’s messengers can lodge;I am charity with the kindly hands that bless,I am silence mid the noisy tramp of life;I am Knowledge porin ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 07.04 - The Triple Soul-Forces,
51:Nothing is more difficult to conquer in all the world than intellectual pride. If battleships could be lined with it instead of armour, no shell could ever pierce it. This is easy to understand, for if a man thinks he knows it all, there is nothing left for him to know, not even what God might tell him. ~ Venerable Fulton Sheen,
52:Anyone who masters these techniques fully has achieved a tremendous power over himself more valuable than health, love, fame, or riches. He has set himself free from the effects of the world; nothing can touch him unless he wills it. As it has been said, the sage who knows how can live comfortably in hell. ~ Peter J Carroll, Liber Null ,
53:Work like hell. I mean you just have to put in 80 to 100 hour weeks every week. [This] improves the odds of success. If other people are putting in 40 hour work weeks and you're putting in 100 hour work weeks, then even if you're doing the same thing you know that... you will achieve in 4 months what it takes them a year to achieve. ~ Elon Musk,
54:And so now, today, one cannot think of the greats-Kant, Hegel, Spinoza, Marx, Fichte, Freud, Nietzsche, Einstein, Schopenhauer, Leibniz, Schelling-the whole Germanic sphere-without thinking, at some point, of Auschwitz and Treblinka, Sobibor and Dachau, Bergen-Belsen and Chelmno. My God, they have names, as if they were human. ~ Ken Wilber, One Taste ,
55:It is more important to find out the truth about oneself than to find out the truth about heaven and hell, or about many other things which are of less importance and are apart from oneself. However, every man's pursuit is according to his state of evolution, and so each soul is in pursuit of something-but he does not know where it leads him. ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan,
56:Who cares for your bhakti and mukti? Who cares what your scriptures say? I will go into a thousand hells cheerfully if I can rouse my countrymen, immersed in tamas, to stand on their own feet and be men inspired with the spirit of karma-yoga. I am a follower only of he or she who serves and helps others without caring for his own bhakti and mukti! ~ Swami Vivekananda,
57:Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil; may God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen. ~ Pope Leo XIII, Leonine Prayers Prayer to Saint Michael,
58:Far from it being true that man and his activity makes the world comprehensible, he is himself the most incomprehensible of all, and drives me relentlessly to the view of the accursedness of all being, a view manifested in so many painful signs in ancient and modern times. It is precisely man who drives me to the final despairing question: Why is there something? Why not nothing? ~ Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling,
59:I pray to the unknown gods that some man-even a single man, tens of centuries ago-has perused and read that book. If the honor and wisdom and joy of such a reading are not to be my own, then let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my own place be in hell. Let me be tortured and battered and annihilated, but let there be one instant, one creature, wherein thy enormous Library may find its justification. ~ Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel ,
60:It was a no man’s land of evil air,A crowded neighbourhood without one home,A borderland between the world and hell.There unreality was Nature’s lord:It was a space where nothing could be true,For nothing was what it had claimed to be:A h ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Yoga - I Morality and Yoga,
61:The faith in which I was brought up assured me that I was better than other people; I was saved, they were damned ...Our hymns were loaded with arrogance -- self-congratulation on how cozy we were with the Almighty and what a high opinion he had of us, what hell everybody else would catch come Judgment Day. ~ Robert Heinlein, from Laurence J. Peter Peter's Quotations: Ideas for Our Time,
62:Any limiting categorization is not only erroneous but offensive, and stands in opposition to the basic human foundations of the therapeutic relationship. In my opinion, the less we think (during the process of psychotherapy) in terms of diagnostic labels, the better. (Albert Camus once described hell as a place where one's identity was eternally fixed and displayed on personal signs: Adulterous Humanist, Christian Landowner, Jittery Philosopher, Charming Janus, and so on.8 To Camus, hell is where one has no way of explaining oneself, where one is fixed, classified-once and for all time.) ~ Irvin D Yalom,
63:People pontificate, Suicide is selfishness. Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one's audience with one's mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what's selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching. ~ David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas ,
64:Laughter has the remarkable power of making an object come up close, of drawing it into a zone of crude contact where one can finger it familiarly on all sides, turn it upside down, inside out, peer at it from above and below, break open its external shell, look into its center, doubt it, take it apart, dismember it, lay it bare and expose it, examine it freely and experiment with it. Laughter demolishes fear and piety before an object, before a world, making of it an object of familiar contact and thus clearing the ground for an absolutely free investigation of it. Laughter is a vital factor in laying down that prerequisite for fearlessness without which it would be impossible to approach the world realistically. ~ Mikhail Bakhtin,
65:so you distill these stories great authors distill stories and we have soties that are very very very old they are usually religious stories they could be fairy tales because some people ahve traced fairy tales back 10 000 years ... a story that has been told for 10000 years is a funny kind of story its like people have remembered it and obviously modified it, like a game of telephone that has gone on for generations and all that is left is what people remember and maybe they remember whats important, because you tend to remember what's important and its not necessarily the case that you know what the hell it means ... and you dont genereally know what a book that you read means not if its profound it means more than you can understand because otherwise why read it? ~ Jordan Peterson, Maps of Meaning 2017 - 1 ,
66:The heaven-hints that invade our earthly lives, The dire imaginations dreamed by Hell, Which if enacted and experienced here Our dulled capacity soon would cease to feel Or our mortal frailty could not long endure, Were set in their sublime proportions there. There lived out in their self-born atmosphere, They resumed their topless pitch and native power; Their fortifying stress upon the soul Bit deep into the ground of consciousness The passion and purity of their extremes, The absoluteness of their single cry And the sovereign sweetness or violent poetry Of their beautiful or terrible delight. All thought can know or widest sight perceive And all that thought and sight can never know, All things occult and rare, remote and strange Were near to heart's contact, felt by spirit-sense. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.01 - The World-Stair,
67:The hell I won't talk that way! Peter, an eternity here without her is not an eternity of bliss; it is an eternity of boredom and loneliness and grief. You think this damned gaudy halo means anything to me when I know--yes, you've convinced me!--that my beloved is burning in the Pit? I didn't ask much. Just to be allowed to live with her. I was willing to wash dishes forever if only I could see her smile, hear her voice, touch her hand! She's been shipped on a technicality and you know it! Snobbish, bad-tempered angels get to live here without ever doing one lick to deserve it. But my Marga, who is a real angel if one ever lived, gets turned down and sent to Hell to everlasting torture on a childish twist in the rules. You can tell the Father and His sweet-talking Son and that sneaky Ghost that they can take their gaudy Holy City and shove it! If Margrethe has to be in Hell, that's where I want to be! ~ Robert Heinlein, Alexander Hergensheimer in Job: A Comedy of Justice (1984).,
68:What do you think of the essence of Hell? Hell is when the depths come to you with all that you no longer are or are not yet capable of. Hell is when you can no longer attain what you could attain. Hell is when you must think and feel and do everything that you know you do not want. Hell is when you know that your having to is also a wanting to, and that you yourself are responsible for it. Hell is when you know that everything serious that you have planned with yourself is also laughable, that everything fine is also brutal, that everything good is also bad, that everything high is also low, and that everything pleasant is also shameful.But the deepest Hell is when you realize that Hell is also no Hell, but a cheerful Heaven, not a Heaven in itself, but in this respect a Heaven, and in that respect a Hell.That is the ambiguity of the God: he is born from a dark ambiguity and rises to a bright ambiguity. Unequivocalness is simplicity and leads to death. But ambiguity is the way of life. If the left foot does not move, then the right one does, and you move. The God wills this. ~ Carl Jung, The Red Book ,
69:the hard shell of the ego ::: This sense of one's own person becomes a kind of cage, a prison which shuts you in, prevents you from being true, from knowing truly, acting truly, understanding truly. It is as though someone had put you in a very hard shell and you were compelled to stay there. This is the first sensation you have. Afterwards you begin to tap against the shell in order to break it. Sometimes it resists very long. But still, when you begin to feel this, that what you believed in to be yourself, the person doing thigns and for whom they are done, the person who exists and makes you what you are, yes, when you pass from this to the consciousness that this is a prison preventing you from being truly yourself, then you have made great progress, and there is hope. You feel yourself stifled, crushed, absolutely shut up in a prison without air, without light, without an opening, and then you begin pushing from the inside, pushing, pushing, pushing so that it may break. And the day it breaks, the day it opens, suddenly, you enter the psychic consciousness. And then you understand. And then, truly, if you have a sense of humour, you laugh; you realise your stupidity. ~ The Mother,
70:To See a World...To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour.A Robin Redbreast in a CagePuts all Heaven in a Rage.A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeonsShudders Hell thro' all its regions.A Dog starv'd at his Master's GatePredicts the ruin of the State.A Horse misus'd upon the RoadCalls to Heaven for Human blood.Each outcry of the hunted HareA fiber from the Brain does tear.He who shall train the Horse to WarShall never pass the Polar Bar.The Beggar's Dog and Widow's Cat,Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.The Gnat that sings his Summer songPoison gets from Slander's tongue.The poison of the Snake and NewtIs the sweat of Envy's Foot.A truth that's told with bad intentBeats all the Lies you can invent.It is right it should be so;Man was made for Joy and Woe;And when this we rightly knowThro' the World we safely go.Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are Born.Every Morn and every NightSome are Born to sweet delight.Some are Born to sweet delight,Some are Born to Endless Night. ~ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence ,
71:I have loved in life and I have been loved.I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life's joy and sorrow.My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.My heart has been rent and joined again; My heart has been broken and again made whole; My heart has been wounded and healed again; A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.I went through hell and saw there love's raging fire, and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.I wept in love and made all weep with me; I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men; And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear; With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, I shook the throne of God in heaven.I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love, "Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret."She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear, "My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored. ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan,
72:And now, out among the stars, evolution was driving toward new goals. The first explorers of Earth had long since come to the limits of flesh and blood; as soon as their machines were better than their bodies, it was time to move. First their brains, and then their thoughts alone, they transferred into shining new homes of metal and of plastic.In these, they roamed among the stars. They no longer built spaceships. They were spaceships.But the age of the Machine-entities swiftly passed. In their ceaseless experimenting, they had learned to store knowledge in the structure of space itself, and to preserve their thoughts for eternity in frozen lattices of light. They could become creatures of radiation, free at last from the tyranny of matter.Into pure energy, therefore, they presently transformed themselves; and on a thousand worlds, the empty shells they had discarded twitched for a while in a mindless dance of death, then crumbled into rust.Now they were lords of the galaxy, and beyond the reach of time. They could rove at will among the stars, and sink like a subtle mist through the very interstices of space. But despite their godlike powers, they had not wholly forgotten their origin, in the warm slime of a vanished sea.And they still watched over the experiments their ancestors had started, so long ago. ~ Arthur C Clarke, Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.07 - The Descent into Night,
74:1st row Homer, Shakespeare, Valmiki2nd row Dante, Kalidasa, Aeschylus, Virgil, Milton3rd row Goethe...I am not prepared to classify all the poets in the universe - it was the front bench or benches you asked for. By others I meant poets like Lucretius, Euripides, Calderon, Corneille, Hugo. Euripides (Medea, Bacchae and other plays) is a greater poet than Racine whom you want to put in the first ranks. If you want only the very greatest, none of these can enter - only Vyasa and Sophocles. Vyasa could very well claim a place beside Valmiki, Sophocles beside Aeschylus. The rest, if you like, you can send into the third row with Goethe, but it is something of a promotion about which one can feel some qualms. Spenser too, if you like; it is difficult to draw a line.Shelley, Keats and Wordsworth have not been brought into consideration although their best work is as fine poetry as any written, but they have written nothing on a larger scale which would place them among the greatest creators. If Keats had finished Hyperion (without spoiling it), if Shelley had lived, or if Wordsworth had not petered out like a motor car with insufficient petrol, it might be different, but we have to take things as they are. As it is, all began magnificently, but none of them finished, and what work they did, except a few lyrics, sonnets, short pieces and narratives, is often flawed and unequal. If they had to be admitted, what about at least fifty others in Europe and Asia? ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters On Poetry And Art ,
75:Why Ubuntu: If I were you I'd just install Ubuntu into a dual-boot partition (the Ubuntu website has instructions for this) and learn as you go. Ubuntu is similar enough to Windows that you should be able to start using it right away without much difficulty. For running your Python scripts you'll want to drop into the shell (Ctrl + Alt + T If memory serves me right). As you become more comfortable with Ubuntu, you can start using the shell more and more. The shell is what gives you access to the power of Unix; every time you need to do something tedious and repetitive, try to find out how to do it through the shell. Eventually you will find yourself using the shell constantly. You'll wonder how you ever managed without it, and deride other operating systems for their lack of sensible programming tools. One day you'll realise that desktop window managers are a needless distraction. You start using xmonad or awesomewm. Eventually you realise that this, too, is a bastardisaton of the Unix vision and start using tmux exclusively. Then suddenly it hits you - every computer, every operating system, no matter how insignificant or user-friendly, has the Unix nature. All of them are merely streams from where you can ssh back into the ocean of Unix. Having achieved enlightenment you are equally content using an iPad as your main work computer, using powershell in Windows or SSH into a Digital Ocean droplet from your parent's computer. This is the Zen of Unix. ~ JohnyTex, https://www.reddit.com/r/learnprogramming/comments/38zytg/is it worth my time to learn linux while learning ,
76:Received him in their deathless harmonies. All things were perfect there that flower in Time; Beauty was there creation's native mould, Peace was a thrilled voluptuous purity. There Love fulfilled her gold and roseate dreams And Strength her crowned and mighty reveries; Desire climbed up, a swift omnipotent flame, And Pleasure had the stature of the gods; Dream walked along the highways of the stars; Sweet common things turned into miracles: Overtaken by the spirit's sudden spell, Smitten by a divine passion's alchemy, Pain's self compelled transformed to potent joy Curing the antithesis twixt heaven and hell. All life's high visions are embodied there, Her wandering hopes achieved, her aureate combs Caught by the honey-eater's darting tongue, Her burning guesses changed to ecstasied truths, Her mighty pantings stilled in deathless calm And liberated her immense desires. In that paradise of perfect heart and sense No lower note could break the endless charm Of her sweetness ardent and immaculate; Her steps are sure of their intuitive fall. After the anguish of the soul's long strife At length were found calm and celestial rest And, lapped in a magic flood of sorrowless hours, Healed were his warrior nature's wounded limbs In the encircling arms of Energies That brooked no stain and feared not their own bliss. In scenes forbidden to our pallid sense Amid miraculous scents and wonder-hues He met the forms that divinise the sight, To music that can immortalise the mind And make the heart wide as infinity Listened, and captured the inaudible ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri 02.09 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods,
77:There is one point in particular I would like to single out and stress, namely, the notion of evolution. It is common to assume that one of the doctrines of the perennial philosophy... is the idea of involution-evolution. That is, the manifest world was created as a "fall" or "breaking away" from the Absolute (involution), but that all things are now returning to the Absolute (via evolution). In fact, the doctrine of progressive temporal return to Source (evolution) does not appear anywhere, according to scholars as Joseph Campbell, until the axial period (i.e. a mere two thousand years ago). And even then, the idea was somewhat convoluted and backwards. The doctrine of the yugas, for example, sees the world as proceeding through various stages of development, but the direction is backward: yesterday was the Golden Age, and time ever since has been a devolutionary slide downhill, resulting in the present-day Kali-Yuga. Indeed, this notion of a historical fall from Eden was ubiquitous during the axial period; the idea that we are, at this moment, actually evolving toward Spirit was simply not conceived in any sort of influential fashion. But sometime during the modern era-it is almost impossible to pinpoint exactly-the idea of history as devolution (or a fall from God) was slowly replaced by the idea of history as evolution (or a growth towards God). We see it explicitly in Schelling (1775-1854); Hegel (1770-1831) propounded the doctrine with a genius rarely equaled; Herbert Spencer (1820-1903) made evolution a universal law, and his friend Charles Darwin (1809-1882) applied it to biology. We find it next appearing in Aurobindo (1872-1950), who gave perhaps its most accurate and profound spiritual context, and Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955) who made it famous in the West. But here is my point: we might say that the idea of evolution as return-to-Spirit is part of the perennial philosophy, but the idea itself, in any adequate form, is no more than a few hundred years old. It might be 'ancient' as timeless, but it is certainly not ancient as "old."... This fundamental shift in the sense or form of the perennial philosophy-as represented in, say, Aurobindo, Hegel, Adi Da, Schelling, Teilhard de Chardin, Radhakrishnan, to name a few-I should like to call the "neoperennial philosophy." ~ Ken Wilber, The Eye Of Spirit ,
78:reading ::: 50 Spiritual Classics: List of Books Covered: Muhammad Asad - The Road To Mecca (1954) St Augustine - Confessions (400) Richard Bach - Jonathan Livingston Seagull (1970) Black Elk Black - Elk Speaks (1932) Richard Maurice Bucke - Cosmic Consciousness (1901) Fritjof Capra - The Tao of Physics (1976) Carlos Castaneda - Journey to Ixtlan (1972) GK Chesterton - St Francis of Assisi (1922) Pema Chodron - The Places That Scare You (2001) Chuang Tzu - The Book of Chuang Tzu (4th century BCE) Ram Dass - Be Here Now (1971) Epictetus - Enchiridion (1st century) Mohandas Gandhi - An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments With Truth (1927) Al-Ghazzali - The Alchemy of Happiness (1097) Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet (1923) GI Gurdjieff - Meetings With Remarkable Men (1960) Dag Hammarskjold - Markings (1963) Abraham Joshua Heschel - The Sabbath (1951) Hermann Hesse - Siddartha (1922) Aldous Huxley - The Doors of Perception (1954) William James - The Varieties of Religious Experience (1902) Carl Gustav Jung - Memories, Dreams, Reflections (1955) Margery Kempe - The Book of Margery Kempe (1436) J Krishnamurti - Think On These Things (1964) CS Lewis - The Screwtape Letters (1942) Malcolm X - The Autobiography of Malcolm X (1964) Daniel C Matt - The Essential Kabbalah (1994) Dan Millman - The Way of the Peaceful Warrior (1989) W Somerset Maugham - The Razor's Edge (1944) Thich Nhat Hanh - The Miracle of Mindfulness (1975) Michael Newton - Journey of Souls (1994) John O'Donohue - Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom (1998) Robert M Pirsig - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974) James Redfield - The Celestine Prophecy (1994) Miguel Ruiz - The Four Agreements (1997) Helen Schucman & William Thetford - A Course in Miracles (1976) Idries Shah - The Way of the Sufi (1968) Starhawk - The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess (1979) Shunryu Suzuki - Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind (1970) Emanuel Swedenborg - Heaven and Hell (1758) Teresa of Avila - Interior Castle (1570) Mother Teresa - A Simple Path (1994) Eckhart Tolle - The Power of Now (1998) Chogyam Trungpa - Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism (1973) Neale Donald Walsch - Conversations With God (1998) Rick Warren - The Purpose-Driven Life (2002) Simone Weil - Waiting For God (1979) Ken Wilber - A Theory of Everything (2000) Paramahansa Yogananda - Autobiography of a Yogi (1974) Gary Zukav - The Seat of the Soul (1990) ~ Tom Butler-Bowdon, 50 Spirital Classics (2017 Edition) ,
79:What do you mean by these words: 'When you are in difficulty, widen yourself'?I am speaking, of course, of difficulties on the path of yoga, incomprehension, limitations, things like obstacles, which prevent you from advancing. And when I say "widen yourself", I mean widen your consciousness.Difficulties always arise from the ego, that is, from your more or less egoistic personal reaction to circumstances, events and people around you, to the conditions of your life. They also come from that feeling of being closed up in a sort of shell, which prevents your consciousness from uniting with higher and vaster realities.One may very well think that one wants to be vast, wants to be universal, that all is the expression of the Divine, that one must have no egoism - one may think all sorts of things - but that is not necessarily a cure, for very often one knows what one ought to do, and yet one doesn't do it, for one reason or another.But if, when you have to face anguish, suffering, revolt, pain or a feeling of helplessness - whatever it may be, all the things that come to you on the path and which precisely are your difficulties-if physically, that is to say, in your body- consciousness, you can have the feeling of widening yourself, one could say of unfolding yourself - you feel as it were all folded up, one fold on another like a piece of cloth which is folded and refolded and folded again - so if you have this feeling that what is holding and strangling you and making you suffer or paralysing your movement, is like a too closely, too tightly folded piece of cloth or like a parcel that is too well-tied, too well-packed, and that slowly, gradually, you undo all the folds and stretch yourself out exactly as one unfolds a piece of cloth or a sheet of paper and spreads it out flat, and you lie flat and make yourself very wide, as wide as possible, spreading yourself out as far as you can, opening yourself and stretching out in an attitude of complete passivity with what I could call "the face to the light": not curling back upon your difficulty, doubling up on it, shutting it in, so to say, into yourself, but, on the contrary, unfurling yourself as much as you can, as perfectly as you can, putting the difficulty before the Light - the Light which comes from above - if you do that in all the domains, and even if mentally you don't succeed in doing it - for it is sometimes difficult - if you can imagine yourself doing this physically, almost materially, well, when you have finished unfolding yourself and stretching yourself out, you will find that more than three-quarters of the difficulty is gone. And then just a little work of receptivity to the Light and the last quarter will disappear.This is much easier than struggling against a difficulty with one's thought, for if you begin to discuss with yourself, you will find that there are arguments for and against which are so convincing that it is quite impossible to get out of it without a higher light. Here, you do not struggle against the difficulty, you do not try to convince yourself; ah! you simply stretch out in the Light as though you lay stretched on the sands in the sun. And you let the Light do its work. That's all. ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers Volume-8,
80:There's an idea in Christianity of the image of God as a Trinity. There's the element of the Father, there's the element of the Son, and there's the element of the Holy Spirit. It's something like the spirit of tradition, human beings as the living incarnation of that tradition, and the spirit in people that makes relationship with the spirit and individuals possible. I'm going to bounce my way quickly through some of the classical, metaphorical attributes of God, so that we kind of have a cloud of notions about what we're talking about, when we return to Genesis 1 and talk about the God who spoke chaos into Being.There's a fatherly aspect, so here's what God as a father is like. You can enter into a covenant with it, so you can make a bargain with it. Now, you think about that. Money is like that, because money is a bargain you make with the future. We structured our world so that you can negotiate with the future. I don't think that we would have got to the point where we could do that without having this idea to begin with. You can act as if the future's a reality; there's a spirit of tradition that enables you to act as if the future is something that can be bargained with. That's why you make sacrifices. The sacrifices were acted out for a very long period of time, and now they're psychological. We know that you can sacrifice something valuable in the present and expect that you're negotiating with something that's representing the transcendent future. That's an amazing human discovery. No other creature can do that; to act as if the future is real; to know that you can bargain with reality itself, and that you can do it successfully. It's unbelievable.It responds to sacrifice. It answers prayers. I'm not saying that any of this is true, by the way. I'm just saying what the cloud of ideas represents. It punishes and rewards. It judges and forgives. It's not nature. One of the things weird about the Judeo-Christian tradition is that God and nature are not the same thing, at all. Whatever God is, partially manifest in this logos, is something that stands outside of nature. I think that's something like consciousness as abstracted from the natural world. It built Eden for mankind and then banished us for disobedience. It's too powerful to be touched. It granted free will. Distance from it is hell. Distance from it is death. It reveals itself in dogma and in mystical experience, and it's the law. That's sort of like the fatherly aspect.The son-like aspect. It speaks chaos into order. It slays dragons and feeds people with the remains. It finds gold. It rescues virgins. It is the body and blood of Christ. It is a tragic victim, scapegoat, and eternally triumphant redeemer simultaneously. It cares for the outcast. It dies and is reborn. It is the king of kings and hero of heroes. It's not the state, but is both the fulfillment and critic of the state. It dwells in the perfect house. It is aiming at paradise or heaven. It can rescue from hell. It cares for the outcast. It is the foundation and the cornerstone that was rejected. It is the spirit of the law.The spirit-like aspect. It's akin to the human soul. It's the prophetic voice. It's the still, small voice of conscience. It's the spoken truth. It's called forth by music. It is the enemy of deceit, arrogance, and resentment. It is the water of life. It burns without consuming. It's a blinding light.That's a very well-developed set of poetic metaphors. These are all...what would you say...glimpses of the transcendent ideal. That's the right way of thinking about it. They're glimpses of the transcendent ideal, and all of them have a specific meaning. In part, what we're going to do is go over that meaning, as we continue with this series. What we've got now is a brief description, at least, of what this is. ~ Jordan Peterson, Biblical Series 1,
81:STAGE TWO: THE CHONYID The Chonyid is the period of the appearance of the peaceful and wrathful deities-that is to say, the subtle realm, the Sambhogakaya. When the Clear Light of the causal realm is resisted and contracted against, then that Reality is transformed into the primordial seed forms of the peaceful deities (ishtadevas of the subtle sphere), and these in turn, if resisted and denied, are transformed into the wrathful deities. The peaceful deities appear first: through seven successive substages, there appear various forms of the tathagatas, dakinis, and vidyadharas, all accompanied by the most dazzlingly brilliant colors and aweinspiring suprahuman sounds. One after another, the divine visions, lights, and subtle luminous sounds cascade through awareness. They are presented, given, to the individual openly, freely, fully, and completely: visions of God in almost painful intensity and brilliance. How the individual handles these divine visions and sounds (nada) is of the utmost significance, because each divine scenario is accompanied by a much less intense vision, by a region of relative dullness and blunted illuminations. These concomitant dull and blunted visions represent the first glimmerings of the world of samsara, of the six realms of egoic grasping, of the dim world of duality and fragmentation and primitive forms of low-level unity. According to the Thotrol. most individuals simply recoil in the face of these divine illuminations- they contract into less intense and more manageable forms of experience. Fleeing divine illumination, they glide towards the fragmented-and thus less intense-realm of duality and multiplicity. But it's not just that they recoil against divinity-it is that they are attracted to the lower realms, drawn to them, and find satisfaction in them. The Thotrol says they are actually "attracted to the impure lights." As we have put it, these lower realms are substitute gratifications. The individual thinks that they are just what he wants, these lower realms of denseness. But just because these realms are indeed dimmer and less intense, they eventually prove to be worlds without bliss, without illumination, shot through with pain and suffering. How ironic: as a substitute for God, individuals create and latch onto Hell, known as samsara, maya, dismay. In Christian theology it is said that the flames of Hell are God's love (Agape) denied. Thus the message is repeated over and over again in the Chonyid stage: abide in the lights of the Five Wisdoms and subtle tathagatas, look not at the duller lights of samsara. of the six realms, of safe illusions and egoic dullness. As but one example: Thereupon, because of the power of bad karma, the glorious blue light of the Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu will produce in thee fear and terror, and thou wilt wish to flee from it. Thou wilt begat a fondness for the dull white light of the devas [one of the lower realms]. At this stage, thou must not be awed by the divine blue light which will appear shining, dazzling, and glorious; and be not startled by it. That is the light of the Tathagata called the Light of the Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu. Be not fond of the dull white light of the devas. Be not attached to it; be not weak. If thou be attached to it, thou wilt wander into the abodes of the devas and be drawn into the whirl of the Six Lokas. The point is this: ''If thou are frightened by the pure radiances of Wisdom and attracted by the impure lights of the Six Lokas [lower realms], then thou wilt assume a body in any of the Six Lokas and suffer samsaric miseries; and thou wilt never be emancipated from the Ocean of Samsara, wherein thou wilt be whirled round and round and made to taste the sufferings thereof." But here is what is happening: in effect, we are seeing the primal and original form of the Atman project in its negative and contracting aspects. In this second stage (the Chonyid), there is already some sort of boundary in awareness, there is already some sort of subject-object duality superimposed upon the original Wholeness and Oneness of the Chikhai Dharmakaya. So now there is boundary-and wherever there is boundary, there is the Atman project. ~ Ken Wilber, The Atman Project 129,
82:The ancient Mesopotamians and the ancient Egyptians had some very interesting, dramatic ideas about that. For example-very briefly-there was a deity known as Marduk. Marduk was a Mesopotamian deity, and imagine this is sort of what happened. As an empire grew out of the post-ice age-15,000 years ago, 10,000 years ago-all these tribes came together. These tribes each had their own deity-their own image of the ideal. But then they started to occupy the same territory. One tribe had God A, and one tribe had God B, and one could wipe the other one out, and then it would just be God A, who wins. That's not so good, because maybe you want to trade with those people, or maybe you don't want to lose half your population in a war. So then you have to have an argument about whose God is going to take priority-which ideal is going to take priority.What seems to happen is represented in mythology as a battle of the gods in celestial space. From a practical perspective, it's more like an ongoing dialog. You believe this; I believe this. You believe that; I believe this. How are we going to meld that together? You take God A, and you take God B, and maybe what you do is extract God C from them, and you say, 'God C now has the attributes of A and B.' And then some other tribes come in, and C takes them over, too. Take Marduk, for example. He has 50 different names, at least in part, of the subordinate gods-that represented the tribes that came together to make the civilization. That's part of the process by which that abstracted ideal is abstracted. You think, 'this is important, and it works, because your tribe is alive, and so we'll take the best of both, if we can manage it, and extract out something, that's even more abstract, that covers both of us.'I'll give you a couple of Marduk's interesting features. He has eyes all the way around his head. He's elected by all the other gods to be king God. That's the first thing. That's quite cool. They elect him because they're facing a terrible threat-sort of like a flood and a monster combined. Marduk basically says that, if they elect him top God, he'll go out and stop the flood monster, and they won't all get wiped out. It's a serious threat. It's chaos itself making its comeback. All the gods agree, and Marduk is the new manifestation. He's got eyes all the way around his head, and he speaks magic words. When he fights, he fights this deity called Tiamat. We need to know that, because the word 'Tiamat' is associated with the word 'tehom.' Tehom is the chaos that God makes order out of at the beginning of time in Genesis, so it's linked very tightly to this story. Marduk, with his eyes and his capacity to speak magic words, goes out and confronts Tiamat, who's like this watery sea dragon. It's a classic Saint George story: go out and wreak havoc on the dragon. He cuts her into pieces, and he makes the world out of her pieces. That's the world that human beings live in.The Mesopotamian emperor acted out Marduk. He was allowed to be emperor insofar as he was a good Marduk. That meant that he had eyes all the way around his head, and he could speak magic; he could speak properly. We are starting to understand, at that point, the essence of leadership. Because what's leadership? It's the capacity to see what the hell's in front of your face, and maybe in every direction, and maybe the capacity to use your language properly to transform chaos into order. God only knows how long it took the Mesopotamians to figure that out. The best they could do was dramatize it, but it's staggeringly brilliant. It's by no means obvious, and this chaos is a very strange thing. This is a chaos that God wrestled with at the beginning of time.Chaos is half psychological and half real. There's no other way to really describe it. Chaos is what you encounter when you're blown into pieces and thrown into deep confusion-when your world falls apart, when your dreams die, when you're betrayed. It's the chaos that emerges, and the chaos is everything it wants, and it's too much for you. That's for sure. It pulls you down into the underworld, and that's where the dragons are. All you've got at that point is your capacity to bloody well keep your eyes open, and to speak as carefully and as clearly as you can. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll get through it that way and come out the other side. It's taken people a very long time to figure that out, and it looks, to me, that the idea is erected on the platform of our ancient ancestors, maybe tens of millions of years ago, because we seem to represent that which disturbs us deeply using the same system that we used to represent serpentile, or other, carnivorous predators. ~ Jordan Peterson, Biblical Series 1,
83:A God's LabourI have gathered my dreams in a silver air Between the gold and the blueAnd wrapped them softly and left them there, My jewelled dreams of you.I had hoped to build a rainbow bridge Marrying the soil to the skyAnd sow in this dancing planet midge The moods of infinity.But too bright were our heavens, too far away, Too frail their ethereal stuff;Too splendid and sudden our light could not stay; The roots were not deep enough.He who would bring the heavens here Must descend himself into clayAnd the burden of earthly nature bear And tread the dolorous way.Coercing my godhead I have come down Here on the sordid earth,Ignorant, labouring, human grown Twixt the gates of death and birth.I have been digging deep and long Mid a horror of filth and mireA bed for the golden river's song, A home for the deathless fire.I have laboured and suffered in Matter's night To bring the fire to man;But the hate of hell and human spite Are my meed since the world began.For man's mind is the dupe of his animal self; Hoping its lusts to win,He harbours within him a grisly Elf Enamoured of sorrow and sin.The grey Elf shudders from heaven's flame And from all things glad and pure;Only by pleasure and passion and pain His drama can endure.All around is darkness and strife; For the lamps that men call sunsAre but halfway gleams on this stumbling life Cast by the Undying Ones.Man lights his little torches of hope That lead to a failing edge;A fragment of Truth is his widest scope, An inn his pilgrimage.The Truth of truths men fear and deny, The Light of lights they refuse;To ignorant gods they lift their cry Or a demon altar choose.All that was found must again be sought, Each enemy slain revives,Each battle for ever is fought and refought Through vistas of fruitless lives.My gaping wounds are a thousand and one And the Titan kings assail,But I dare not rest till my task is done And wrought the eternal will.How they mock and sneer, both devils and men! "Thy hope is Chimera's headPainting the sky with its fiery stain; Thou shalt fall and thy work lie dead."Who art thou that babblest of heavenly ease And joy and golden roomTo us who are waifs on inconscient seas And bound to life's iron doom?"This earth is ours, a field of Night For our petty flickering fires.How shall it brook the sacred Light Or suffer a god's desires?"Come, let us slay him and end his course! Then shall our hearts have releaseFrom the burden and call of his glory and force And the curb of his wide white peace."But the god is there in my mortal breast Who wrestles with error and fateAnd tramples a road through mire and waste For the nameless Immaculate.A voice cried, "Go where none have gone! Dig deeper, deeper yetTill thou reach the grim foundation stone And knock at the keyless gate."I saw that a falsehood was planted deep At the very root of thingsWhere the grey Sphinx guards God's riddle sleep On the Dragon's outspread wings.I left the surface gauds of mind And life's unsatisfied seasAnd plunged through the body's alleys blind To the nether mysteries.I have delved through the dumb Earth's dreadful heart And heard her black mass' bell.I have seen the source whence her agonies part And the inner reason of hell.Above me the dragon murmurs moan And the goblin voices flit;I have pierced the Void where Thought was born, I have walked in the bottomless pit.On a desperate stair my feet have trod Armoured with boundless peace,Bringing the fires of the splendour of God Into the human abyss.He who I am was with me still; All veils are breaking now.I have heard His voice and borne His will On my vast untroubled brow.The gulf twixt the depths and the heights is bridged And the golden waters pourDown the sapphire mountain rainbow-ridged And glimmer from shore to shore.Heaven's fire is lit in the breast of the earth And the undying suns here burn;Through a wonder cleft in the bounds of birth The incarnate spirits yearnLike flames to the kingdoms of Truth and Bliss: Down a gold-red stairway wendThe radiant children of Paradise Clarioning darkness' end.A little more and the new life's doors Shall be carved in silver lightWith its aureate roof and mosaic floors In a great world bare and bright.I shall leave my dreams in their argent air, For in a raiment of gold and blueThere shall move on the earth embodied and fair The living truth of you. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems A God's Labour,

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1:Is no problem. ~ Michelle Sutton,
2:just kissed, ~ Caroline Mitchell,
3:sunshine was ~ Caroline Mitchell,
4:They come first. ~ Richelle Mead,
5:War is hell. ~ William T Sherman,
6:Yossarian!!!(?)! ~ Joseph Heller,
7:Australopithecus. ~ Richelle Mead,
8:Because why not? ~ Michelle Obama,
9:Blood doesn't lie ~ Richelle Mead,
10:Checkmate, bitch. ~ Richelle Mead,
11:Demons. Eagerly, ~ Michelle Paver,
12:Hell is being alone. ~ Barry Lyga,
13:Hello, you old fraud, ~ Anonymous,
14:herself. ~ Judith Claire Mitchell,
15:I myself am hell; ~ Robert Lowell,
16:on a fancy dress ~ Michelle Obama,
17:We need a lift! ~ Michelle Sagara,
18:What the hell. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
19:Give 'em hell babe. ~ Quinn Loftis,
20:Hellaciously Homely. ~ Rachel Cohn,
21:Hell, we were kids. ~ Stephen King,
22:Holy hell weasel! ~ Rachel Hawkins,
23:said ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
24:Where was her joy? ~ Shelley Noble,
25:with ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
26:Woe is me! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
27:year?’ James’s ~ Caroline Mitchell,
28:A flame in the dark ~ Richelle Mead,
29:All hell broke loose. ~ John Milton,
30:BAD GAMES: HELLBENT ~ Jeff Menapace,
31:Centrum permanebit. ~ Richelle Mead,
32:craved permanence. ~ Michelle Obama,
33:Dimka, not you too. ~ Richelle Mead,
34:Hello, little girl, ~ Marissa Meyer,
35:Hells bells, ~ Kathleen E Woodiwiss,
36:I don't like cages, ~ Richelle Mead,
37:Like calls to like. ~ Richelle Mead,
38:lopectomy, ~ Judith Claire Mitchell,
39:Love was lazy as hell. ~ Adi Alsaid,
40:There are silver ships ~ W Mitchell,
41:They talk. You act. ~ Richelle Mead,
42:What the hell happened ~ Sandi Lynn,
43:Bono? Who the hell is that? ~ Redman,
44:Cheaters, I thought. ~ Richelle Mead,
45:Hell is other people. ~ Gayle Forman,
46:Hell is other people. ~ Sara Shepard,
47:Hell is yourself too. ~ Robert Crumb,
48:Hello, darling, it’s me. ~ B A Paris,
49:I devoured her mouth. ~ Chelle Bliss,
50:I’m addicted to you. ~ Richelle Mead,
51:Is that cowboy logic? ~ Shelly Crane,
52:It made you happy... ~ Richelle Mead,
53:Looks are deceiving, ~ Richelle Mead,
54:Oh, hell no, Romeo. ~ Jennifer Brown,
55:Oh it gets so lonely ~ Joni Mitchell,
56:sun-flooded windows ~ Michelle Obama,
57:we’re both going to hell. ~ M Malone,
58:Clerval ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
59:Don't be a goose! ~ Margaret Mitchell,
60:Fear is an illusion ~ Rachelle Dekker,
61:Hello, Hazel Levesque. ~ Rick Riordan,
62:Hello there, Mr. Average, ~ D C Akers,
63:I am a tiny seashell ~ Edward Hirsch,
64:I hate show business. ~ Joni Mitchell,
65:I love my minions. ~ Michelle Knudsen,
66:It's the old shell game. ~ Dan Rather,
67:Love fades. Mine has. ~ Richelle Mead,
68:Love fades, mine has. ~ Richelle Mead,
69:My name's Jet Steele. ~ Richelle Mead,
70:Sane guys are boring. ~ Richelle Mead,
71:she flipped a coin, ~ Michelle Sagara,
72:Sure there's a hell... ~ Jim Thompson,
73:To hell with Trish's nose! ~ Jim Ross,
74:What fresh hell is this? ~ Tim Dorsey,
75:What strikes the oyster shell ~ Rumi,
76:You're beautiful. ~ Michelle Leighton,
77:Ah, hell to the no, woman, ~ C D Reiss,
78:Dmitri was in my arms. ~ Richelle Mead,
79:Dreams from My Father ~ Michelle Obama,
80:Feedback Loop from Hell. ~ Mark Manson,
81:Football, bloody hell! ~ Alex Ferguson,
82:Get the hell out of my way! ~ Ayn Rand,
83:God, I feel so stupid. ~ Richelle Mead,
84: Hellige Ensomhed
~ Emil Aarestrup,
85:Hello, I must be going. ~ Groucho Marx,
86:Hello, Killian.” Nila ~ Pepper Winters,
87:Hotter than a fuck in hell. ~ J D Robb,
88:my mother didn’t work ~ Michelle Obama,
89:Oh, great. I'm a doll. ~ Richelle Mead,
90:person is Mister Black. ~ P T Michelle,
91:Rochelle vertrieben. ~ Alexandre Dumas,
92:The descent into Hell is easy ~ Virgil,
93:What the hell do I do now? ~ Anonymous,
94:Why be an ostrich? ~ Margaret Mitchell,
95:british bombshell" -grant ~ Ally Carter,
96:But I should have known. ~ Peter Heller,
97:Each of us bears his own Hell. ~ Virgil,
98:Hell ain't half full. ~ Cormac McCarthy,
99: Helldunkle Jugend
~ Anton Wildgans,
100: Helldunkle Stunde
~ Anton Wildgans,
101:Hell is other people ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
102:Hello, freaky peoples! ~ Daniel Handler,
103:I do everything halfway, ~ Richard Hell,
104:I'm a regular supra man ~ Joseph Heller,
105:Insanity is contagious. ~ Joseph Heller,
106:I realized I’m in love. ~ Richelle Mead,
107:I see everything twice! ~ Joseph Heller,
108:Love is touching souls. ~ Joni Mitchell,
109:Please. I love her. ~ Michelle Leighton,
110:stick-in-themuddish ~ Margaret Mitchell,
111:two of Ma's darkies ~ Margaret Mitchell,
112:Van Gogh was impulsive. ~ Joni Mitchell,
113:What the hell is an oboe? ~ Oscar Wilde,
114:Where the hell is Nina? ~ Christa Faust,
115:Where the hell is Ralph? ~ Jandy Nelson,
116:Adrian, you're a genius. ~ Richelle Mead,
117:All love is sweet ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
118:apparition ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
119:cockchafer ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
120:Every man is his own hell. ~ H L Mencken,
121:Hell is other people. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
122:Hell is—other people! ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
123:Hello, Doctor. It's your man. ~ J R Ward,
124:Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden ~ Jim Butcher,
125:Hell's bells, irony blows. ~ Jim Butcher,
126:I had to laugh like hell ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
127:I love all waste ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
128:Just live in the moment. ~ Richelle Mead,
129:Laurent said, ‘Hello, lover. ~ C S Pacat,
130: L'Échelle De Soie
~ Arsène Houssaye,
131:Rejoice in the colours… ~ Michelle Frost,
132:Say hello...to the BAD GUY! ~ Scott Hall,
133:Well fiddle dee dee! ~ Margaret Mitchell,
134:Writers talk too much. ~ Lillian Hellman,
135:You will hurt your foot. ~ Joseph Heller,
136:Chocolate-covered cotton. ~ Joseph Heller,
137:Come hell or high water. ~ Heather Graham,
138:Fashions in sin change. ~ Lillian Hellman,
139:For me, I love dancing! ~ Michelle Gielan,
140:Get the hell out here, now! ~ Bobby Adair,
141:Give 'em hell, darlin ~ Alexandra Bracken,
142:Gold initial ring WSJ ~ Michelle McNamara,
143:Good God. Men everywhere. ~ Richelle Mead,
144:Go to hell, I'm reading! ~ Archie Goodwin,
145:Guilt was its own prison. ~ Richelle Mead,
146:Head high, heart in hell— ~ Coco J Ginger,
147:Hell is life drying up. ~ Joseph Campbell,
148:Hello Kitty will never speak. ~ Pico Iyer,
149:hello my fellow americans ~ George W Bush,
150:Hello! The world is a mess! ~ Cleve Jones,
151:He was a dancer of death. ~ Richelle Mead,
152:If I was in hell, would I know? ~ Exurb1a,
153:I have made my bed ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
154:I live in a box of paints ~ Joni Mitchell,
155:I love domestic life. ~ Michelle Williams,
156:I'm not afraid of aging. ~ Shelley Duvall,
157:Karma is one hell of a bitch! ~ Whitney G,
158:OH. DRAMA.
Oh, hell. ~ Terry Pratchett,
159:Say hello to your life. ~ Madonna Ciccone,
160:Strength is an empty shell. ~ Jack London,
161:sustains us, we sustain. ~ Michelle Segar,
162:Think with your eyes open. ~ Shelly Crane,
163:What fresh hell is this? ~ Dorothy Parker,
164:Where the hell is Chad? ~ Richard M Nixon,
165:who the ruddy hell are you? ~ J K Rowling,
166:You saved me from my life. ~ Shelly Crane,
167:Architecture is politics. ~ Mitchell Kapor,
168:Being charming is my hobby ~ Richelle Mead,
169:Bless you, daugher of man, ~ Richelle Mead,
170:Bless you, daugher of man. ~ Richelle Mead,
171:Damn, my word of the night ~ Richelle Mead,
172: Den Hellige Alliance
~ Emil Aarestrup,
173:Drugs are a carnival in hell. ~ Edith Piaf,
174:Everybody's got a habit. ~ Lillian Hellman,
175:Hard times made hard men. ~ Mitchell Hogan,
176:Hell has no true bottom. ~ Haruki Murakami,
177:Hell is full of high court judges. ~ Sting,
178:Hell is the absence of love. ~ Nancee Cain,
179:Hello, Gallagher Girl --Zack ~ Ally Carter,
180:Hello? I get you. Now go. ~ Kristen Ashley,
181:Humor is all about timing. ~ Steven Heller,
182:I can dodge bullets, baby! ~ Phil Hellmuth,
183:I'd had a rough childhood. ~ Joni Mitchell,
184:Imperfection is endearing. ~ Richelle Mead,
185:I said hello to the poodle. ~ Rick Riordan,
186:like a demonic bat out of Hell. ~ Susan Ee,
187:Like a revolving door to hell. ~ L J Smith,
188:Sam Hellerman is a genius! ~ Frank Portman,
189:Smart and hot. Dammit. ~ Michelle Leighton,
190:Styles in wit change so. ~ Lillian Hellman,
191:That'll boil her ice cream. ~ P T Michelle,
192:The American Dilemma, ~ Michelle Alexander,
193:There’s a catch. Catch-22. ~ Joseph Heller,
194:They build their own Hells. ~ Jack Kerouac,
195:We are ALL broadcasters. ~ Michelle Gielan,
196:What fresh hell is this? ~ Charlotte Bront,
197:Worse than despair, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
198:You are creating your own hell. ~ Rajneesh,
199:You are the world, Letha.. ~ Richelle Mead,
200:A man's head is his castle. ~ Joseph Heller,
201:Being charming is my hobby. ~ Richelle Mead,
202:Don’t miss CAST IN HONOR! ~ Michelle Sagara,
203:effective game plan.” “Hell, ~ David Bishop,
204:Frankenstein? ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
205:Friend, good! ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
206:Get the hell out of my cave. ~ Scott Snyder,
207:Hell has degrees, so does love ~ Jean Genet,
208:Hello, you sick twisted freak. ~ Glenn Beck,
209:He paused. “You’re welcome. ~ Richelle Mead,
210:Hi,Hello,Wuzzup?,cool,now.g'bye! ~ Bill Nye,
211:Hotter 'n hell, ain't it, Prez? ~ Babe Ruth,
212:I find more peace with you. ~ Richelle Mead,
213:It was love at first sight. ~ Joseph Heller,
214:I was a wreck ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,
215:I yearn for you tragically. ~ Joseph Heller,
216:Let light hearts remake us. ~ Joni Mitchell,
217:Like a gift from hell. . . . ~ Kresley Cole,
218:Little pictures out of hell. ~ Iris Murdoch,
219:Love is a Dog from Hell. ~ Charles Bukowski,
220:None of it's real. - Pirra ~ Michelle Paver,
221:She is mine, and I am hers. ~ Richelle Mead,
222:Up anchor! Up anchor! ~ Silas Weir Mitchell,
223:What fresh hell is this?” I ~ Fisher Amelie,
224:What the hell am I doing here? ~ Thom Yorke,
225:You see something you like? ~ Richelle Mead,
226:All change is for the worse. ~ Joseph Heller,
227:Am I good enough? Yes I am. ~ Michelle Obama,
228:Am I still married to a cat? ~ Richelle Mead,
229:And anything worth dying for ~ Joseph Heller,
230:Dimitri Belikov had arrived. ~ Richelle Mead,
231:event was; she’d witnessed ~ Michelle Sagara,
232:Give her hell from us, Peeves. ~ J K Rowling,
233:He drew me like gravity. ~ Michelle Leighton,
234:Hell-bent on extinguishing ~ Barbara Longley,
235:Hell is for other people. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
236:Hell is other people chewing. ~ Isaac Oliver,
237:Hell is the inability to love. ~ Leo Tolstoy,
238:Hell is Truth Seen Too Late. ~ Thomas Hobbes,
239:Hell is truth seen too late. ~ Thomas Hobbes,
240:Hell was what you made it ~ Charles Bukowski,
241:I certainly like your mouth. ~ Richelle Mead,
242:I could drink a case of you. ~ Joni Mitchell,
243:I'm gay-tham for Statham ~ Michelle McNamara,
244:In search of love and music ~ Joni Mitchell,
245:I was taken down by a bench. ~ Richelle Mead,
246:Let someone else get killed! ~ Joseph Heller,
247:mass murder, right?” “Hello? ~ Kendra Elliot,
248:My whole act is confession. ~ Shelley Berman,
249:Old age is women's hell. ~ Ninon de L Enclos,
250:planners hauled out their ~ Mitchell Zuckoff,
251:Stop bitching and try again. ~ Richelle Mead,
252:That freedom is lost in Hell. ~ Peter Kreeft,
253:There are no locks on hell. ~ Daniel Abraham,
254:The Universe in a Nutshell ~ Stephen Hawking,
255:They never expect the knife. ~ Richelle Mead,
256:Tomorrow is another day. ~ Margaret Mitchell,
257:Turn hell-hound, turn. ~ William Shakespeare,
258:When women and girls rise, ~ Michelle Obama,
259:Acting is kind of brutal. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer,
260:All right then, I'll go to hell. ~ Mark Twain,
261:All right, then, I'll go to hell ~ Mark Twain,
262:Am I good enough? Yes, I am. ~ Michelle Obama,
263:Cash in must exceed cash out. ~ Robert Heller,
264:CIA case officers, or COs, ~ Mitchell Zuckoff,
265:Dammit All To Hell and Back Again! ~ J D Robb,
266:Don’t be sorry you loved him. ~ Richelle Mead,
267:Even in hell, there are rules. ~ Jaye Frances,
268:Fear comes with middle age. ~ Lillian Hellman,
269:God and Hell both damn it, ~ Lilith Saintcrow,
270:Hell, I even think a unibrow is sexy ~ RuPaul,
271:Hell is closer than you think. ~ Abigail Boyd,
272:Hello, Gallagher Girl
--Zack ~ Ally Carter,
273:Hello, Paranoia, My Old Friend ~ Rick Riordan,
274:Hell was what you made it. ~ Charles Bukowski,
275:How the hell did you teach sex? ~ Helen Hoang,
276:I love you with all that I am, ~ Shelly Crane,
277:Image of rugged cliffs ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
278:I'm one helluva communicator. ~ Howard Cosell,
279:I'm simply one hell of a butler ~ Yana Toboso,
280:I still look like a duck. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer,
281:Linux Command Shell For Beginners ~ Anonymous,
282:Love is a hell you cannot bear. ~ Fiona Apple,
283:Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ~ Richelle Mead,
284:My fish dream is a sex dream. ~ Joseph Heller,
285:No one is beyond being loved. ~ Richelle Mead,
286:Peace is in the grave. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
287:People want to feel hopeful. ~ Michelle Obama,
288:Politics is a waste of time. ~ Michelle Obama,
289:Rosemarie you are out of line ~ Richelle Mead,
290:service was “practically ~ Michelle Alexander,
291:Tell freedom I said hello. ~ Lauren DeStefano,
292:The refusal to love is hell. ~ Fulton J Sheen,
293:To garden is a solitary act. ~ Michelle Cliff,
294:We cannot road trip to Paris. ~ Richelle Mead,
295:We know not what we do ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
296:We live in a hell of opinions. ~ Frank Bidart,
297:We take what what we can get. ~ Richelle Mead,
298:Whatever the hell I am, I am Me. ~ Tanith Lee,
299:What’s going to happen to us? ~ Richelle Mead,
300:What the hell happened to Pluto?! ~ Jay Asher,
301:When they go low, we go high ~ Michelle Obama,
302:Aaron felt like hell—exhausted, ~ Ania Ahlborn,
303:All right, then, I'll go to hell. ~ Mark Twain,
304:But how can one be warm alone? ~ Joseph Heller,
305: Den Hellige Nadvere
~ Adam Oehlenschläger,
306:Good-bye and hello, as always. ~ Roger Zelazny,
307:Hell is full of good intentions. ~ Thomas Gray,
308:Hell is oneself,
Hell is alone. ~ T S Eliot,
309:Hello, hand, meet your new leash. ~ Jaymin Eve,
310:Hell, yeah! Meeting adjourned! ~ Mitch Hedberg,
311:How the hell do you wake up dead? ~ Kevin Hart,
312:I come straight from hell, Cell 23 ~ Lil Wayne,
313:I'm a Taurus. To the bone. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer,
314:I'm simply one hell of a butler. ~ Yana Toboso,
315:It’s time to run like hell. ~ Jessica Sorensen,
316:It was a fungal party hellscape. ~ Robin Sloan,
317:Joy, once lost, is pain ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
318:MOM—Mistress Of Miracles ~ Richelle E Goodrich,
319:No one was normal, not really. ~ Richelle Mead,
320:Oh, I thought. It’s on, bitch! ~ Richelle Mead,
321:Old age is a woman's hell. ~ Ninon de L Enclos,
322:O war! thou son of Hell! ~ William Shakespeare,
323:Sanity’s overated, my darling. ~ Richelle Mead,
324:Securities Exchange Company ~ Mitchell Zuckoff,
325:So beautiful... I can see hell. ~ Kohta Hirano,
326: Som I En Hellig Dodskamp
~ Emil Aarestrup,
327:There’s no joy without peril. ~ David Mitchell,
328:Things just happen. What the hell. ~ Anonymous,
329:to look rather than look away ~ Michelle Obama,
330:Torak, kijk achter je! - Renn ~ Michelle Paver,
331:Truth is a gem to be admired. ~ Michelle Griep,
332:us of his love and steadiness ~ Michelle Obama,
333:What the hell? For what?’ “That ~ Jessica Park,
334:WHEN IN DOUBT, GET THE HELL OUT! ~ Jason Hawes,
335:When they go low, we go high. ~ Michelle Obama,
336:Yeah. I was definitely a snob. ~ Richelle Mead,
337:Bite me, Rhys.'

'Where? ~ Michelle Rowen,
338:Choose people who lift you up. ~ Michelle Obama,
339:Damn all false dichotomies to hell ~ D A Carson,
340:Deep truth is imageless. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
341:Do this or you’ll burn in hell. ~ Ricky Gervais,
342:Fun can be a great motivator. ~ Michelle Gielan,
343:Great protuberating conch shells! ~ Lisa McMann,
344:Hands of Mercy and tanks of hell. ~ Dean Koontz,
345:Happiness is the best facelift. ~ Joni Mitchell,
346:Hell is just resistance to life. ~ Pema Ch dr n,
347:Hell is just resistance to life. ~ Pema Chodron,
348:Hell is not to love anymore. ~ Georges Bernanos,
349:Hello?” I tried to sound skinny. ~ Tracy Brogan,
350:Hello—what hotel is this—? ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
351:Hell was easy; romance was hard. ~ Clive Barker,
352:He was such a…master of kissery. ~ Shelly Crane,
353:I am the skunk killer. ~ Libby Fischer Hellmann,
354:I do have a delicate side. ~ Michelle Rodriguez,
355:If I go to hell, then heavens to blame ~ Hopsin,
356:I loved something I made up ~ Margaret Mitchell,
357:I love tranquil solitude ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
358:I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser ~ Mother Jones,
359:I’m not perfect.” “Who the hell is? ~ Ker Dukey,
360:I've busted a million Europeans ~ Phil Hellmuth,
361:I want him more than I need him. ~ Shelly Crane,
362:Kaylin swiveled in her chair. ~ Michelle Sagara,
363:Let this hell be our heaven. ~ Richard Matheson,
364:Love Fades. Mine Has. - Dimitri ~ Richelle Mead,
365:No estoy hecho para estar sólo. ~ Richelle Mead,
366:O world! O life! O time! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
367:Some people read books for fun. ~ Richelle Mead,
368:Sunlight will renew your pride. ~ Joni Mitchell,
369:That was the best not-sex ever. ~ Richelle Mead,
370:Todd, what the hell are you thinking? ~ J Thorn,
371:You cannot pray them out of hell. ~ Bill Murray,
372:You're always homesick. ~ Sarah Michelle Gellar,
373:You're killing me, little human. ~ Shelly Crane,
374:You see, I needed to go to Hell. ~ Nick Tosches,
375:A journey is a fragment of Hell. ~ Bruce Chatwin,
376:America is just downright mean. ~ Michelle Obama,
377:Come what may and hell to pay. ~ Gregory Maguire,
378:Fall, sweetheart. I'll catch you. ~ Shelly Crane,
379:Forewarned is forearmed... ~ Samuel Shellabarger,
380:Free will was a hell of a gamble. ~ Kayla Krantz,
381:(...) have is the hell of want. ~ Erika Johansen,
382:Hell is a half-filled auditorium. ~ Robert Frost,
383:Hell itself must yield to industry. ~ Ben Jonson,
384:Hell's afloat in lover's tears. ~ Dorothy Parker,
385:Hell, what was one more scandal? ~ Loretta Chase,
386:I love tranquil solitude. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
387:is the only escape plan we need. ~ Richelle Mead,
388:I've gone through hell and back. ~ Keith Emerson,
389:Laughter was too close to tears. ~ Shelley Noble,
390:Let's face it, writing is hell. ~ William Styron,
391:Love's very pain is sweet ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
392:Not all hells are created equal. ~ Stuart Turton,
393:Not me. Give me honesty anytime. ~ Richelle Mead,
394:Oh hell. They've got Mrs B in a bag! ~ L J Smith,
395:Older is better with wine and men ~ Shelly Crane,
396:Pure hell was living in her eyes. ~ Linda Howard,
397:Purgatory is hell with hope. ~ Philip Jos Farmer,
398:That's my Heaven. And my Hell. ~ Sylvain Reynard,
399:The spirit gone, man is garbage. ~ Joseph Heller,
400:This asshole is the spirit user? ~ Richelle Mead,
401:This was a baptism into Hell.   ~ Pepper Winters,
402:To hell with facts! We need stories! ~ Ken Kesey,
403:To hell with facts! We need stories. ~ Ken Kesey,
404:To hope till hope creates ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
405:Vengeance was one hell of a roommate. ~ J R Ward,
406:...What are numbers knit ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
407:working-class people to afford. ~ Michelle Obama,
408:You and I aren't friends either. ~ Richelle Mead,
409:You can't put fate on a schedule. ~ Shelly Crane,
410:You have to help yourself first. ~ Richelle Mead,
411:Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill. ~ Richelle Mead,
412:But after all highs comes a low. ~ Andie Mitchell,
413:But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. ~ Lord Byron,
414:but quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. ~ Lord Byron,
415:dominated electoral politics ~ Michelle Alexander,
416:Don't ever quit pretending. ~ Richelle E Goodrich,
417:do the brave thing; then run like hell. ~ Unknown,
418:everyone is dead and this is hell. ~ Stephen King,
419:Farewell, hello, farewell, hello. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
420:Freedom costs you a great deal. ~ Lillian Hellman,
421:Hell has no benefits, only torture. ~ John Milton,
422:How they hell does it do that? ~ Peter F Hamilton,
423:I am my own heaven and hell! ~ Friedrich Schiller,
424:I am no Othello, Othello was a lie. ~ Tayeb Salih,
425:I am not a warthog from hell. ~ Flannery O Connor,
426:I can make men follow me to hell. ~ Philip Kearny,
427:If you're smart or rich or lucky ~ Joni Mitchell,
428:I have a weakness for fresh eggs. ~ Joseph Heller,
429:I love the smell of sunshine. ~ Michelle Leighton,
430:I'm obsessed with being human. ~ Rachelle Lefevre,
431:It sure is hell to be president. ~ Harry S Truman,
432:I will knock the hell out of ISIS. ~ Donald Trump,
433:Jealousy's eyes are green. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
434:Jeez. I was a feelings prostitute! ~ Shelly Crane,
435:Life is hell, but there are prizes. ~ Janet Frame,
436:Love's very pain is sweet, ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
437:Me as a backup center? Hell no. ~ Dikembe Mutombo,
438:Me? I didn’t believe in hopeless. ~ Richelle Mead,
439:My dear, I don't give a damn. ~ Margaret Mitchell,
440:My dear, I don’t give a damn. ~ Margaret Mitchell,
441:Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately. ~ Laini Taylor,
442:On thinking about Hell, I gather ~ Bertolt Brecht,
443:Remember, we all have our place ~ Rachelle Dekker,
444:Sunflowers are like people to me. ~ Joan Mitchell,
445:Tears and fears and feeling proud ~ Joni Mitchell,
446:The cunning livery of hell. ~ William Shakespeare,
447:The eggshell of appearance split. ~ James Merrill,
448:There is no redemption from hell. ~ Pope Paul III,
449:This is a hell of a way to die. ~ George S Patton,
450:This was hell and I was its fury. ~ Ilona Andrews,
451:We are bound by the secrets we share. ~ Zo Heller,
452:What a beautiful day to go to hell ~ Ransom Riggs,
453:What the hell's the date, Paul? ~ David Letterman,
454:You look too pretty to be useful. ~ Richelle Mead,
455:You need a man to go to hell with. ~ Tuesday Weld,
456:Adultery is an image of hell. ~ Emanuel Swedenborg,
457:All roads out of hell lead home. ~ Shannon L Alder,
458:(America is) just downright mean. ~ Michelle Obama,
459:... a wild dissolving bliss ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
460:Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. ~ Charles Lamb,
461:Bob says hello," he told the stars. ~ Rick Riordan,
462:Bob says hello,” he told the stars. ~ Rick Riordan,
463:civil forfeiture proceedings, ~ Michelle Alexander,
464:Crackers are short on sparkle. ~ Margaret Mitchell,
465:Death by nursery tale. Hell’s bells. ~ Jim Butcher,
466:Do not find peace. Find passion. ~ Michelle Hodkin,
467:Drag wasn't always counterculture. ~ Joni Mitchell,
468:drive like hell was chasing you. ~ Cassandra Clare,
469:Everybody is as unstable as water. ~ Joseph Heller,
470:Fair and unfair are for children ~ Michelle Lovric,
471:Fear Does Not Crown Champions. ~ Michelle Waterson,
472:Feathers needed, swan preferred. ~ Shelley Jackson,
473:Hawaii is absolutely beautiful. ~ Rachelle Lefevre,
474:He lived in his own special hell ~ Haruki Murakami,
475:Hell is other people's fantasies. ~ Salman Rushdie,
476:Hell is the inability to love. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky,
477:Hello, Constance, Mina, and friends, ~ Chanda Hahn,
478:Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music. ~ Anne Rice,
479:How the hell can you play here? ~ Harmon Killebrew,
480:I ALWAYS LOOK YOU.YOU HAVE TO KNOW ~ Richelle Mead,
481:I arise from dreams of thee ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
482:I change, but I cannot die. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
483:I have drunken deep of joy. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley,
484:I like to pick my own vegetables. ~ Shelley Duvall,
485:I love my husband. I hate men. ~ Michelle McNamara,
486:I love you when I forget about me. ~ Joni Mitchell,
487:I'm a little young for retirement. ~ Joni Mitchell,
488:in life you control what you can. ~ Michelle Obama,
489:I see bodies as individual things. ~ Joni Mitchell,
490:I see music as fluid architecture. ~ Joni Mitchell,
491:What the hell, I decided. ~ Stephenie Meyer,
492:Kellan Walsh... who the hell are you? ~ Ella James,
493:Life is hell, but there are prizes. ~ Janet Frame,
494:Now, gentlemen, let us create hell. ~ Kohta Hirano,
495:ohmygod. did all hell just freeze over? ~ P C Cast,
496:Payback was always hell, wasn't it? ~ Linda Howard,
497:Scarlett O'Hara wasn't pretty. ~ Margaret Mitchell,
498:She shatters me. Every damned time. ~ P T Michelle,
499:Tell him to go to hell. ~ Frederick Winslow Taylor,
500:That's what I was supposed to say. ~ Richelle Mead,

--- IN CHAPTERS (in Dictionaries, in Quotes, in Chapters)



100

   25 Occultism
   18 Philosophy
   12 Integral Yoga
   7 Yoga
   7 Christianity
   4 Kabbalah
   3 Hinduism
   1 Buddhism


   33 Sri Aurobindo
   23 Aleister Crowley
   13 Aldous Huxley
   12 Sri Ramakrishna
   11 The Mother
   11 Satprem
   8 Carl Jung
   7 Swami Vivekananda
   7 Saint Teresa of Avila
   6 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   5 Jorge Luis Borges
   5 Friedrich Nietzsche
   3 Thubten Chodron
   2 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   2 Nolini Kanta Gupta


   29 Savitri
   19 Magick Without Tears
   15 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   14 The Divine Comedy
   13 The Perennial Philosophy
   11 The Mothers Agenda
   11 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   10 The Life Divine
   8 Liber ABA
   8 Aion
   7 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   7 Collected Poems
   6 The Way of Perfection
   6 The Secret Doctrine
   6 Talks
   5 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   4 Twilight of the Idols
   4 Essays On The Gita
   4 Essays Divine And Human
   3 Walden
   3 The Red Book Liber Novus
   3 The Interior Castle or The Mansions
   3 The Blue Cliff Records
   3 The Bible
   3 Raja-Yoga
   3 Isha Upanishad
   3 How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator
   3 General Principles of Kabbalah
   3 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
   3 Bhakti-Yoga
   3 Agenda Vol 1
   2 The Zen Teaching of Bodhidharma
   2 The Problems of Philosophy
   2 The Lotus Sutra
   2 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   2 Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   2 Sex Ecology Spirituality
   2 On Education
   2 Letters On Yoga I
   2 Kena and Other Upanishads
   2 Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin


0.01_-_Introduction, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  The whole time - or for seven years, in any event - we fought with our conception of God and the
  'spiritual life': it was all so comfortable, for we had a supreme 'symbol' of it right there. She let us do as we pleased, She even opened up all kinds of little heavens in us, along with a few Hells, since they go together. She even opened the door in us to a certain 'liberation,' which in the end was as soporific as eternity - but there was nowhere to get out: it WAS eternity. We were trapped on all sides. There was nothing left but these 4m2 of skin, the last refuge, that which we wanted to flee by way of above or below, by way of Guiana or the Himalayas. She was waiting for us just there, at the end of our spiritual or not so spiritual pirouettes. Matter was her concern. It took us seven years to understand that She was beginning there, 'where the other yogas leave off,' as Sri Aurobindo had already said twenty-five years earlier. It was necessary to have covered all the paths of the Spirit and all those of Matter, or in any case a large number geographically, before discovering, or even simply understanding, that 'something else' was really Something Else. It was not an improved
  Spirit nor even an improved Matter, but ... it could be called 'nothing,' so contrary was it to all we know. For the caterpillar, a butterfly is nothing, it is not even visible and has nothing in common with caterpillar heavens nor even caterpillar matter. So there we were, trapped in an impossible adventure. One does not return from there: one must cross the bridge to the other side. Then one day in that seventh year, while we still believed in liberations and the collected Upanishads, highlighted with a few glorious visions to relieve the commonplace (which remained appallingly commonplace), while we were still considering 'the Mother of the Ashram' rather like some spiritual super-director (endowed, albeit, with a disarming yet ever so provocative smile, as though

0.05_-_1955, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  
  Mother, without Mahakali's grace, I shall never be able to get out of this mechanical round, to shatter these old formations, ever the same, which keep coming back. Mother, I beg of you, help. me to BREAK this sHell in which I am suffocating. Deliver me from myself, deliver me in spite of myself. Alone, I am helpless; sometimes I cannot even call you! May your force come and burn all my impurities, shatter my resistances.
  
  --
  My dear child,
  You may go to Almora if you think it will help you break this sHell of the outer consciousness, so obstinately impenetrable.
  

0.06_-_1956, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Pondicherry, April 4, 1956
  Mother, two months ago I had a clear mental perception of what was asked of me: to spend the rest of my life here. This is the source of my difficulties and of the inner Hell I have been living through ever since. Each time I try to emerge, there is this image that rises up in me: your-whole-life - and this casts me into a violent conflict. When I came here, I thought of staying for two or three years; for me the Ashram was a means of realization, not an end.
  

01.02_-_The_Issue, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
    To joy clutched under the silent shadow of doom
    In a last turn where heaven raced with Hell.
    Twelve passionate months led in a day of fate.

01.03_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Souls_Release, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  She joined the distant ends, the viewless deeps,
  Or streaked along the roads of Heaven and Hell
  Pursuing all knowledge like a questing hound.

01.04_-_The_Secret_Knowledge, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Our helpless hearts to enshrine the Omnipotent's force.
  Acquiescing in the wisdom that made Hell
  And the harsh utility of death and tears,

01.05_-_The_Yoga_of_the_King_The_Yoga_of_the_Spirits_Freedom_and_Greatness, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
    In the enormous spaces of the self
    The body now seemed only a wandering sHell,
    His mind the many-frescoed outer court
  --
    And the formulas of their stupendous speech,
    Till heaven and Hell become purveyors to earth
    And the universe the slave of mortal will.

02.01_-_The_World-Stair, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
      The heaven-hints that invade our earthly lives,
      The dire imaginations dreamed by Hell,
      Which if enacted and experienced here

02.03_-_The_Glory_and_the_Fall_of_Life, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  For the pleasure yearns that racked with wounds her breast;
  Aspiring to heaven she turns her steps towards Hell.
  Chance she has chosen and danger for playfellows;

02.04_-_The_Kingdoms_of_the_Little_Life, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  A foundling of the Gods she wanders here
  Like a child-soul left near the gates of Hell
  Fumbling through fog in search of Paradise.
  --
  And the stimulus and delight of outer things;
  Identified with the spirit's outward sHell,
  They worked for the body's wants, they craved no more.

02.05_-_The_Godheads_of_the_Little_Life, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  It lived upon the margin of the Idea
  Protected by Ignorance as in a sHell.
  Then, hoping to learn the secret of this world

02.06_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Greater_Life, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  On every plane, this Greatness must create.
  On earth, in heaven, in Hell she is the same;
  Of every fate she takes her mighty part.
  --
  Or to the truth of Darkness they subscribe;
  Whether for Heaven or Hell they must wage war:
  Warriors of Good, they serve a shining cause
  --
  A mighty victory or a mighty fall,
  A throne in heaven or a pit in Hell,
  The dual Energy they have justified

02.07_-_The_Descent_into_Night, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
    The ego battened on righteousness and sin
    And each became an instrument of Hell.
    In rejected heaps by a monotonous road
  --
    A crowded neighbourhood without one home,
    A borderland between the world and Hell.
    There unreality was Nature's lord:
  --
    Here must the traveller of the upward Way -
    For daring Hell's kingdoms winds the heavenly route -
    Pause or pass slowly through that perilous space,
  --
    Once more they moved beneath a real sun.
    Though Hell claimed rule, the spirit still had power.
    This No-man's-land he passed without debate;
  --
    Forcing reluctant lids assailed the sight
    Acts that revealed the mystery of Hell.
    All that was there was on this pattern made.
  --
    His vision warned by the spirit's inward eye
    Discovered suddenly Hell's trademark there,
    Or saw with the inner sense that cannot err,
  --
    He mastered the tides of Nature with a look:
    He met with his bare spirit naked Hell.
    END OF CANTO SEVEN

02.08_-_The_World_of_Falsehood,_the_Mother_of_Evil_and_the_Sons_of_Darkness, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  And eddies met and made an adverse Space
  In whose black folds Being imagined Hell.
  His eyes piercing the triple-plated gloom
  --
  The forms of Gods sustained a demon cult;
  Heaven's face became a mask and snare of Hell.
  There in the heart of vain phenomenon,
  --
  She kills her victim with his own delight;
  Even Good she makes a hook to drag to Hell.
  For her the world runs to its agony.
  --
  To darken their privilege is and dreadful right.
  None can reach heaven who has not passed through Hell.
  This too the traveller of the worlds must dare.
  --
  That pleased and helped to enjoy its bitter taste.
  Of such fierce stuff was made up life's long Hell:
  These were the threads of the dark spider's-web
  --
  Uprooted cities, blasted human homes,
  Burned writhen bodies, the bombsHell's massacre.
  "Our enemies are fallen, are fallen," they sang,
  --
  In Night he plunged to know her dreadful heart,
  In Hell he sought the root and cause of Hell.
  Its anguished gulfs opened in his own breast;
  --
  Fought shadowy combats in mute eyeless depths,
  Assaults of Hell endured and Titan strokes
  And bore the fierce inner wounds that are slow to heal.
  --
  Knew loss as the price of a celestial gain
  And Hell as a short cut to heaven's gates.
  Then in Illusion's occult factory
  --
  The infernal Gleam died and could slay no more.
  Hell split across its huge abrupt facade
  As if a magic building were undone,

02.09_-_The_Paradise_of_the_Life-Gods, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Pain's self compelled transformed to potent joy
  Curing the antithesis twixt heaven and Hell.
  All life's high visions are embodied there,
  --
  Recast his being's aura in joy-glow,
  His body glimmered like a skiey sHell;
  His gates to the world were swept with seas of light.

02.10_-_The_Kingdoms_and_Godheads_of_the_Little_Mind, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  A radiance gleaming on a murky stream,
  It flamed towards heaven, then sank, engulfed, towards Hell;
  It climbed to drag down Truth into the mire

02.14_-_The_World-Soul, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Passed was their little scene of symbol deeds,
  Passed were the heavens and Hells of their long road;
  They had returned into the world's deep soul.

03.03_-_The_House_of_the_Spirit_and_the_New_Creation, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  And on it left like a lost dream's vain mould,
  A fragile copy of the spirit's sHell,
  His body gathered into mystic sleep.

04.03_-_The_Call_to_the_Quest, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  And look through Nature with sun-gazing lids
  And blow your conch-sHells at the Eternal's gate.
  Authors of earth's high change, to you it is given
  --
  Self-bound in the pastures of death she dreams of life,
  Self-racked with the pains of Hell aspires to joy,
  And builds to hope her altars of despair,

06.01_-_The_Word_of_Fate, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Climbs to usurp the kingdom of the gods
  Or skirts the demon magnitudes of Hell;
  In the unreflecting passion of their hearts

06.02_-_The_Way_of_Fate_and_the_Problem_of_Pain, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  
  He walks by his own choice into Hell's trap;
  This mortal creature is his own worst foe.
  --
  Only by hard sacrifice is high heaven earned:
  He must face the fight, the pang who would conquer Hell.
  
  --
  Imperishable and wise and infinite,
  He still must travel Hell the world to save.
  

07.01_-_The_Joy_of_Union;_the_Ordeal_of_the_Foreknowledge, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  These things, once gracious adjuncts of her joy,
  Seemed meaningless to her, a gleaming sHell,
  Or were a round mechanical and void,

07.02_-_The_Parable_of_the_Search_for_the_Soul, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Visits the Gods on Life's miraculous peaks,
  Communicates with Heaven, tampers with Hell.
  
  --
  In house and house the huge uprising grows:
  Hell's companies are loosed to do their work,
  Into the earth-ways they break out from all doors,

07.03_-_The_Entry_into_the_Inner_Countries, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  And great communions and uplifting moves,
  Its faith in heaven, its intercourse with Hell.
  

07.04_-_The_Triple_Soul-Forces, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Heard woman's cry ravished and stripped and haled
  Amid the bayings of the Hell-hound mob,
  I have looked on, I had no power to save.
  --
  I am the runner who never touched his goal:
  Hell tortures me with the edges of my thought,
  Heaven tortures me with the splendour of my dreams.
  --
  I fear not for the angry frown of Heaven,
  I flinch not from the red assault of Hell;
  
  --
  I am peace that steals into man's war-worn breast,
  Amid the reign of Hell his acts create
  A hostel where Heaven's messengers can lodge;

07.06_-_Nirvana_and_the_Discovery_of_the_All-Negating_Absolute, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Abolished by her own collapse of thought:
  A hollow physical sHell persisted still.
  
  --
  Could be a blind tenebrous passage screened from sight,
  Her state the eclipsing sHell of a darkened sun
  On its secret way to the Ineffable.

07.07_-_The_Discovery_of_the_Cosmic_Spirit_and_the_Cosmic_Consciousness, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  
  Only a body was left, the ego's sHell
  Afloat mid drift and foam of the world-sea,

09.01_-_Towards_the_Black_Void, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  As if Love's deathless moment had been found,
  A pearl within eternity's white sHell.
  

09.02_-_The_Journey_in_Eternal_Night_and_the_Voice_of_the_Darkness, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  But if thou still canst hope and still wouldst love,
  Return to thy body's sHell, thy tie to earth,
  And with thy heart's little remnants try to live.
  --
  Nor many lives exhaust the tireless Wrath
  Hell cannot slake nor Heaven's mercy assuage.
  
  --
  His steps familiar with the lights of heaven
  Tread without pain the sword-paved courts of Hell;
  There he descends to edge eternal joy.

10.03_-_The_Debate_of_Love_and_Death, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Of the grapes of Heaven and the flowers of the Abyss,
  Of the flame-stabs and the torment-craft of Hell
  And dim fragments of the glory of Paradise.

10.04_-_The_Dream_Twilight_of_the_Earthly_Real, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  He called to Night but she fell shuddering back,
  He called to Hell but sullenly it retired:
  He turned to the Inconscient for support,

1.00a_-_Introduction, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  2. Most people in my experience either cook up a Hell-broth of self-induced obstacles to success in Astral traveling, or else shoot forth on the wings of romantic imagination and fool themselves for the rest of their lives in the manner of the Village Idiot. Yours, luckily, is the former trouble.
  

1.00_-_Gospel, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
  
  The Changeless undergoes change. The sinless Pure Soul, hypnotised by Its own My, experiences the joys of heaven and the pains of Hell. But these experiences based on the duality of the subject-object relationship are unreal. Even the vision of a Personal God is, ultimately speaking, as illusory as the experience of any other object. Man attains his liberation, therefore, by piercing the veil of My and rediscovering his total identity with Brahman. Knowing himself to be one with the Universal Spirit, he realizes ineffable Peace. Only then does he go beyond the fiction of birth and death; only then does he become immortal. And this is the ultimate goal of all religions - to dehypnotize the soul now hypnotized by its own ignorance.
  
  --
  
  Contact with the Brahmos increased Sri Ramakrishna's longing to encounter aspirants who would be able to follow his teachings in their purest form. "There was no limit", he once declared, "to the longing I felt at that time. During the day-time I somehow managed to control it. The secular talk of the worldly-minded was galling to me, and I would look wistfully to the day when my own beloved companions would come. I hoped to find solace in conversing with them and relating to them my own realizations. Every little incident would remind me of them, and thoughts of them wholly engrossed me. I was already arranging in my mind what I should say to one and give to another, and so on. But when the day would come to a close I would not be able to curb my feelings. The thought that another day had gone by, and they had not come, oppressed me. When, during the evening service, the temples rang with the sound of bells and conchsHells, I would climb to the roof of the Kuthi in the garden and, writhing in anguish of heart, cry at the top of my voice: 'Come, my children! Oh, where are you? I cannot bear to live without you.' A mother never longed so intensely for the sight of her child, nor a friend for his companions, nor a lover for his sweetheart, as I longed for them. Oh, it was indescribable! Shortly after this period of yearning the devotees began to come."
  
  --
  
  Narendra began to talk of his doubt of the very existence of God. His friends thought he had become an atheist and piously circulated gossip adducing unmentionable motives for his unbelief. His moral character was maligned. Even some of the Master's disciples partly believed the gossip, and Narendra told these to their faces that only a coward believed in God through fear of suffering or Hell. But he was distressed to think that Sri Ramakrishna, too, might believe these false reports. His pride revolted. He said to himself: "What does it matter? If a man's good name rests on such slender foundations, I don't care." But later on he was amazed to learn that the Master had never lost faith in him. To a disciple who complained about Narendra's degradation, Sri Ramakrishna replied: "Hush, you fool! The Mother has told me it can never be so. I won't look at you if you speak that way again."
  

1.01_-_An_Accomplished_Westerner, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  When he began his life in London, at the age of twelve, Sri Aurobindo knew Latin and French thoroughly. The headmaster of St.
  Paul's School, where he had enrolled, was so surprised at the aptitude of his young student that he personally coached him in Greek. Three years later, Sri Aurobindo could skip half his classes and spend most of his time engrossed in his favorite occupation:reading. Nothing seemed to escape this voracious adolescent (except cricket, which held as little interest for him as Sunday school.) SHelley and "Prometheus Unbound," the French poets, Homer, Aristophanes, and soon all of European thought for he quickly came to master enough German and Italian to read Dante and Goethe in the original peopled a solitude of which he has said nothing. He never sought to form relationships, while Manmohan, the second brother, roamed through London in the company of his friend Oscar Wilde and would make a name for himself in English poetry. Each of the three brothers led his separate life. However, there was nothing austere about Sri Aurobindo, and certainly nothing of the puritan (the prurient,8 as he called it); it was just that he was "elsewhere," and his world was 6
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1.01_-_Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  
  Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath. I have no doubt that some of you who read this book are unable to pay for all the dinners which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are fast wearing or are already worn out, and have come to this page to spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour. It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live, for my sight has been whetted by experience; always on the limits, trying to get into business and trying to get out of debt, a very ancient slough, called by the Latins _s alienum_, anothers brass, for some of their coins were made of brass; still living, and dying, and buried by this others brass; always promising to pay, promising to pay, tomorrow, and dying today, insolvent; seeking to curry favor, to get custom, by how many modes, only not state-prison offences; lying, flattering, voting, contracting yourselves into a nutsHell of civility or dilating into an atmosphere of thin and vaporous generosity, that you may persuade your neighbor to let you make his shoes, or his hat, or his coat, or his carriage, or import his groceries for him; making yourselves sick, that you may lay up something against a sick day, something to be tucked away in an old chest, or in a stocking behind the plastering, or, more safely, in the brick bank; no matter where, no matter how much or how little.
  
  --
  
  I do not mean to prescribe rules to strong and valiant natures, who will mind their own affairs whether in heaven or Hell, and perchance build more magnificently and spend more lavishly than the richest, without ever impoverishing themselves, not knowing how they live,if, indeed, there are any such, as has been dreamed; nor to those who find their encouragement and inspiration in precisely the present condition of things, and cherish it with the fondness and enthusiasm of lovers,and, to some extent, I reckon myself in this number; I do not speak to those who are well employed, in whatever circumstances, and they know whether they are well employed or not;but mainly to the mass of men who are discontented, and idly complaining of the hardness of their lot or of the times, when they might improve them. There are some who complain most energetically and inconsolably of any, because they are, as they say, doing their duty. I also have in my mind that seemingly wealthy, but most terribly impoverished class of all, who have accumulated dross, but know not how to use it, or get rid of it, and thus have forged their own golden or silver fetters.
  
  --
  
  In this course which our ancestors took there was a show of prudence at least, as if their principle were to satisfy the more pressing wants first. But are the more pressing wants satisfied now? When I think of acquiring for myself one of our luxurious dwellings, I am deterred, for, so to speak, the country is not yet adapted to _human_ culture, and we are still forced to cut our _spiritual_ bread far thinner than our forefathers did their wheaten. Not that all architectural ornament is to be neglected even in the rudest periods; but let our houses first be lined with beauty, where they come in contact with our lives, like the tenement of the sHellfish, and not overlaid with it. But, alas! I have been inside one or two of them, and know what they are lined with.
  
  --
  
  True, there are architects so called in this country, and I have heard of one at least possessed with the idea of making architectural ornaments have a core of truth, a necessity, and hence a beauty, as if it were a revelation to him. All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism. A sentimental reformer in architecture, he began at the cornice, not at the foundation. It was only how to put a core of truth within the ornaments, that every sugar plum in fact might have an almond or caraway seed in it,though I hold that almonds are most wholesome without the sugar,and not how the inhabitant, the indweller, might build truly within and without, and let the ornaments take care of themselves. What reasonable man ever supposed that ornaments were something outward and in the skin merely,that the tortoise got his spotted sHell, or the sHellfish its mother-o-pearl tints, by such a contract as the inhabitants of Broadway their Trinity Church? But a man has no more to do with the style of architecture of his house than a tortoise with that of its sHell: nor need the soldier be so idle as to try to paint the precise color of his virtue on his standard. The enemy will find it out. He may turn pale when the trial comes. This man seemed to me to lean over the cornice, and timidly whisper his half truth to the rude occupants who really knew it better than he. What of architectural beauty I now see, I know has gradually grown from within outward, out of the necessities and character of the indweller, who is the only builder,out of some unconscious truthfulness, and nobleness, without ever a thought for the appearance and whatever additional beauty of this kind is destined to be produced will be preceded by a like unconscious beauty of life. The most interesting dwellings in this country, as the painter knows, are the most unpretending, humble log huts and cottages of the poor commonly; it is the life of the inhabitants whose sHells they are, and not any peculiarity in their surfaces merely, which makes them _picturesque;_ and equally interesting will be the citizens suburban box, when his life shall be as simple and as agreeable to the imagination, and there is as little straining after effect in the style of his dwelling. A great proportion of architectural ornaments are literally hollow, and a September gale would strip them off, like borrowed plumes, without injury to the substantials. They can do without _architecture_ who have no olives nor wines in the cellar. What if an equal ado were made about the ornaments of style in literature, and the architects of our bibles spent as much time about their cornices as the architects of our churches do? So are made the _belles-lettres_ and the _beaux-arts_ and their professors.
  

1.01_-_Introduction, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
   experienced something unprecedented, were lled with joy, and with their palms pressed together they gazed attentively at the Buddha.
  Then the Buddha emitted a ray of light from the tuft of white hair between his eyebrows. It illuminated all the eighteen thousand worlds in the east, down as far as the lowest Hell, Avci, and up as high as the Akaniha Heaven.
  All the sentient beings in those worlds living in the six transmigratory states became visible from this world. The buddhas in those worlds were also seen, and the Dharma they were teaching could be heard. The monks, nuns, laymen, and laywomen and those who had practiced and achieved the path were also to be seen, while the bodhisattva mahsattvas, of various background causes and conditions, endowed in various degrees with the willingness to understand and having various appearances, were also seen practicing the bodhisattva path. All of the buddhas who had achieved parinirva were seen, as well as their relic stupas made of the seven precious treasures.
  --
  Such an unprecedented marvel.
  From the depths of the Avci Hell
  Up to the summit of existence,
  --
  Joyfully giving gold, silver, coral, pearls,
  Jewels, conch sHells, agates, diamonds,
  Servants, carts, and ornamented litters
  --
  Dwelling in forests, radiating light,
  Alleviating the suffering of beings in the Hells
  And causing them to enter the buddha path.

1.01_-_THAT_ARE_THOU, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  Philo was the exponent of the Hellenistic Mystery Religion which grew up, as Professor Goodenough has shown, among the Jews of the Dispersion, between about 200 B. C. and 100 A. D. Reinterpreting the Pentateuch in terms of a metaphysical system derived from Platonism, Neo-Pythagoreanism and Stoicism, Philo transformed the wholly transcendental and almost anthropomorphically personal God of the Old Testament into the immanent-transcendent Absolute Mind of the Perennial Philosophy. But even from the orthodox scribes and Pharisees of that momentous century which witnessed, along with the dissemination of Philos doctrines, the first beginnings of Christianity and the destruction of the Temple at Jerusalem, even from the guardians of the Law we hear significantly mystical utterances. Hillel, the great rabbi whose teachings on humility and the love of God and man read like an earlier, cruder version of some of the Gospel sermons, is reported to have spoken these words to an assemblage in the courts of the Temple. If I am here, (it is Jehovah who is speaking through the mouth of his prophet) everyone is here. If I am not here, no one is here.
  

1.01_-_The_Dark_Forest._The_Hill_of_Difficulty._The_Panther,_the_Lion,_and_the_Wolf._Virgil., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
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  Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,
  There from whence envy first did let her loose.

1.01_-_The_Ego, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  field of consciousness is the psyche per se. If we discount certain
  suggestive ideas in Leibniz, Kant, ScHelling, and Schopenhauer,
  and the philosophical excursions of Carus and von Hartmann, it

1.01_-_To_Watanabe_Sukefusa, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #Hakuin Ekaku, #Zen
  
  By morning the fever had subsided, and people began coming by to see how he was. "It sounded like you were in terrible agony last night," they said. "Actually," he replied, "I was in some kind of a trance. An old man appeared to me wearing the headdress, white court garments, and black footwear of ancient times. Crowds of monstrous-looking creatures were milling around him, so ghastly I was forced to turn my eyes away. 'This is an emissary from Hell. Do exactly as he says,' the creatures
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  --
  
  Then the voice inside the shrine laughed and said, "It is true we have a man here tonight who has been unfilial to his parents, but one of the lords of Hell has already decreed that he will be killed at dawn by a bolt of lightning. I've been waiting to see him receive this punishment for a long time now.
  
  --
  
  The people in the half-dozen stories I related, having turned away from reasonable courses of action, convinced themselves that their transgressions were minor and that any retribution would be minor as well, and because of that they ended up receiving the severe judgment of heaven, dying very unfortunate deaths, leaving behind them names blackened forever as unfilial sons or daughters, and falling into the interminable suffering and torment of the Burning Hells. That this happened because they did not fear the wrath of the gods and were ignorant of heavenly retribution is a matter each and every person should give the greatest care and consideration.
  

1.01_-_Who_is_Tara, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  tear. As a bodhisattva, Avalokiteshvara (Tib: Chenresig; Chin: Kuan Yin)
  worked diligently to free all beings from the Hell realms. Having done this,
  he rested a while; but when he awoke, he found the Hells completely repopulated with sentient beings born there by the power of their harmful actions.
  For a moment he despaired and began to weep with sorrow for the plight of

1.02.4.1_-_The_Worlds_-_Surya, #Isha Upanishad, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  
  HEAVEN AND Hell
  The enjoyment of beatitude in a heaven beyond is also not the supreme consummation. But Vedantic thought did not envisage rebirth as an immediate entry after death into a new body; the mental being in man is not so rigidly bound to the vital and physical, - on the contrary, the latter are ordinarily dissolved together after death, and there must therefore be, before the soul is attracted back towards terrestrial existence, an interval in which it assimilates its terrestrial experiences in order to be able to constitute a new vital and physical being upon earth. During this interval it must dwell in states or worlds beyond and these may be favourable or unfavourable to its future development. They are favourable in proportion as the light of the Supreme Truth of which Surya is a symbol enters into them, but states of intermediate ignorance or darkness are harmful to the soul in its progress. Those enter into them, as has been affirmed in the third verse, who do hurt to themselves by shutting themselves to the light or distorting the natural course of their development. The Vedantic heavens are states of light and the soul's expansion; darkness, self-obscuration and self-distortion are the nature of the Hells which it has to shun.
  

1.02_-_Meditating_on_Tara, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  The purpose of meditating on Tara isnt to feel good by worshiping an
  external deity, I offered apples to Tara, so Im happy because now sHell help
  me. The ultimate purpose of showing respect and praising Taras qualities
  --
  you, but if youre nice to my friend Claires cat, I dont care as much. Claire
  cares a lot about that and sHell love you if you care about her cat, but her cat
  isnt as important to my self-centeredness. The issue isnt whether youre nice

1.02_-_SADHANA_PADA, #Patanjali Yoga Sutras, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  mind. They are not two different things; they are just as the
  oyster and its sHell. They are but two aspects of one thing;
  the internal substance of the oyster is taking up matter from
  outside, and manufacturing the sHell. In the same way these
  internal fine forces which are called mind take up gross matter
  from outside, and from that manufacture this external sHell, or
  body. If then, we have control of the internal, it is very easy to

1.02_-_THE_PROBLEM_OF_SOCRATES, #Twilight of the Idols, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
  Socrates and Plato as symptoms of decline, as instruments in the
  disintegration of Hellas, as pseudo-Greek, as anti-Greek ("The Birth
  of Tragedy," 1872). That _consensus sapientium,_ as I perceived ever
  --
  weirdest equation ever seen, and one which was essentially opposed to
  all the instincts of the older Hellenes.
  

1.02_-_The_Refusal_of_the_Call, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
  
  One is harassed, both day and night, by the divine being that is the image of the living self within the locked labyrinth of one's own disoriented psyche. The ways to the gates have all been lost: there is no exit. One can only cling, like Satan, furiously, to one self and be in Hell; or else break, and be annihilate at last, in God.
  "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

1.02_-_The_Three_European_Worlds, #The Ever-Present Origin, #Jean Gebser, #Integral
  
  This process was unique and original with Picasso. By drawing on his primitive, magic inheritance (his Negroid period), his mythical heritage (his Hellenistic-archaistic period), and his classicistic, rationally-accentuated formalist phase (his Ingres period), Picasso was able to achieve the concretion of time (or as we would like to designate this new style which he and his contemporaries introduced in painting, "temporic concretion"). Such temporic concretion is not just a basic characteristic of this particular drawing, but is in fact generally valid: Only where time emerges as pure present and is no longer divided into its three phases of past, present and future, is it concrete. To the extent that Picasso from the outset reached out beyond the present, incorporating the future into the present of his work, he was able to "presentiate" or make present the past. Picasso brought to the awareness of the present everything once relegated to the dormancy of forgetfulness, as well as everything still latent as something yet to come; and this temporal wholeness realized in spatiality and rendered visible and transparent in a depiction of a human form, is the unique achievement of this temporic artist.
  

1.02_-_The_Two_Negations_1_-_The_Materialist_Denial, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  8:From the difference in the relations of Spirit and Matter to the Unknowable which they both represent, there arises also a difference of effectiveness in the material and the spiritual negations. The denial of the materialist although more insistent and immediately successful, more facile in its appeal to the generality of mankind, is yet less enduring, less effective finally than the absorbing and perilous refusal of the ascetic. For it carries within itself its own cure. Its most powerful element is the Agnosticism which, admitting the Unknowable behind all manifestation, extends the limits of the unknowable until it comprehends all that is merely unknown. Its premiss is that the physical senses are our sole means of Knowledge and that Reason, therefore, even in its most extended and vigorous flights, cannot escape beyond their domain; it must deal always and solely with the facts which they provide or suggest; and the suggestions themselves must always be kept tied to their origins; we cannot go beyond, we cannot use them as a bridge leading us into a domain where more powerful and less limited faculties come into play and another kind of inquiry has to be instituted.
  9:A premiss so arbitrary pronounces on itself its own sentence of insufficiency. It can only be maintained by ignoring or explaining away all that vast field of evidence and experience which contradicts it, denying or disparaging noble and useful faculties, active consciously or obscurely or at worst latent in all human beings, and refusing to investigate supraphysical phenomena except as manifested in relation to matter and its movements and conceived as a subordinate activity of material forces. As soon as we begin to investigate the operations of mind and of supermind, in themselves and without the prejudgment that is determined from the beginning to see in them only a subordinate term of Matter, we come into contact with a mass of phenomena which escape entirely from the rigid hold, the limiting dogmatism of the materialist formula. And the moment we recognise, as our enlarging experience compels us to recognise, that there are in the universe knowable realities beyond the range of the senses and in man powers and faculties which determine rather than are determined by the material organs through which they hold themselves in touch with the world of the senses, - that outer sHell of our true and complete existence, - the premiss of materialistic Agnosticism disappears. We are ready for a large statement and an ever-developing inquiry.
  10:But, first, it is well that we should recognise the enormous, the indispensable utility of the very brief period of rationalistic Materialism through which humanity has been passing. For that vast field of evidence and experience which now begins to reopen its gates to us, can only be safely entered when the intellect has been severely trained to a clear austerity; seized on by unripe minds, it lends itself to the most perilous distortions and misleading imaginations and actually in the past encrusted a real nucleus of truth with such an accretion of perverting superstitions and irrationalising dogmas that all advance in true knowledge was rendered impossible. It became necessary for a time to make a clean sweep at once of the truth and its disguise in order that the road might be clear for a new departure and a surer advance. The rationalistic tendency of Materialism has done mankind this great service.

1.02_-_Where_I_Lived,_and_What_I_Lived_For, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  
  Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutsHell and mosquitos wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early and fast, or break fast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry,determined to make a day of it. Why should we knock under and go with the stream? Let us not be upset and overwhelmed in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a dinner, situated in the meridian shallows. Weather this danger and you are safe, for the rest of the way is down hill. With unrelaxed nerves, with morning vigor, sail by it, looking another way, tied to the mast like Ulysses. If the engine whistles, let it whistle till it is hoarse for its pains. If the bell rings, why should we run? We will consider what kind of music they are like. Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through
  Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through church and state, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call _reality_, and say, This is, and no mistake; and then begin, having a _point dappui_, below freshet and frost and fire, a place where you might found a wall or a state, or set a lamp-post safely, or perhaps a gauge, not a Nilometer, but a Realometer, that future ages might know how deep a freshet of shams and appearances had gathered from time to time. If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.

1.03_-_A_Parable, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
  The Tathgata appears in the triple world, which is like a decaying old house on re, to rescue sentient beings from the re of birth, old age, illness, and death, anxiety, sorrow, suffering, distress, delusion, blindness, and the three poisons of greed, hatred, and ignorance. Thus he leads and inspires sentient beings and causes them to attain highest, complete enlightenment.
  The Tathgatas see all sentient beings burning in the re of birth, old age, illness, and death, anxiety, sorrow, suffering, and distress. Because of the desires of the ve senses and the desire for monetary prot they also experience various kinds of suffering. Because of their attachment and pursuits they experience various kinds of suffering in the present; and in the future they will suffer in the states of existence of Hell, animals, and hungry ghosts (pretas). If they are born in the heavens or in the human world they will experience a variety of sorrows such as suffering from poverty and destitution, separation from loved ones, or suffering from encounters with those they dislike.
  Although sentient beings are immersed in such sorrows, they rejoice and play. They are not aware, shocked, startled, or disgusted nor do they seek release. Running around in the burning house of the triple world, they experience great suffering and yet they do not realize it.
  --
  When such people die,
  They will go to the Avci Hell,
  And after spending a kalpa there,
  --
  
  After coming out of this Hell,
  They will be reborn as animals.
  --
  
  Though they will always nd themselves in Hell,
  They will feel as if they were playing

1.03_-_Bloodstream_Sermon, #The Zen Teaching of Bodhidharma, #Bodhidharma, #Buddhism
  doesn't exist. They erroneously maintain that since everything is
  empty, committing evil isn't wrong. Such persons fall into a Hell of
  endless darkness with no hope of release. Those who are wise hold
  --
  karma can't hold him. No matter what kind of karma, a buddha
  transforms it. Heaven and Hell39 are nothing to him. But the aware
  ness of a mortal is dim compared to that of a buddha, who pene
  --
  Good and bad are distinct. Cause and effect are clear. Heaven and
  Hell are right before your eyes. But fools don't believe and fall
  straight into a Hell of endless darkness without even knowing it.
  What keeps them from believing is the heaviness of their karma.
  --
  on us. Through endless kalpas without beginning, it's only because
  people don't see their nature that they end up in Hell. As long as a
  person creates karma, he keeps passing through birth and death.
  --
  According to the sutras, evil deeds result in hardships and
  good deeds result in blessings. Angry people go to Hell and happy
  people go to heaven. But once you know that the nature of anger

1.03_-_PERSONALITY,_SANCTITY,_DIVINE_INCARNATION, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  The will is free and we are at liberty to identify our being either exclusively with our selfness and its interests, regarded as independent of indwelling Spirit and transcendent Godhead (in which case we shall be passively damned or actively fiendish), or exclusively with the divine within us and without (in which case we shall be saints), or finally with self at one moment or in one context and with spiritual not-self at other moments and in other contexts (in which case we shall be average citizens, too theocentric to be wholly lost, and too egocentric to achieve enlightenment and a total deliverance). Since human craving can never be satisfied except by the unitive knowledge of God and since the mind-body is capable of an enormous variety of experiences, we are free to identify ourselves with an almost infinite number of possible objectswith the pleasures of gluttony, for example, or intemperance, or sensuality; with money, power or fame; with our family, regarded as a possession or actually an extension and projection of our own selfness; with our goods and chattels, our hobbies, our collections; with our artistic or scientific talents; with some favourite branch of knowledge, some fascinating special subject; with our professions, our political parties, our churches; with our pains and illnesses; with our memories of success or misfortune, our hopes, fears and schemes for the future; and finally with the eternal Reality within which and by which all the rest has its being. And we are free, of course, to identify ourselves with more than one of these things simultaneously or in succession. Hence the quite astonishingly improbable combination of traits making up a complex personality. Thus a man can be at once the craftiest of politicians and the dupe of his own verbiage, can have a passion for brandy and money, and an equal passion for the poetry of George Meredith and under-age girls and his mother, for horse-racing and detective stories and the good of his countrythe whole accompanied by a sneaking fear of Hell-fire, a hatred of Spinoza and an unblemished record for Sunday church-going. A person born with one kind of psycho-physical constitution will be tempted to identify himself with one set of interests and passions, while a person with another kind of temperament will be tempted to make very different identifications. But these temptations (though extremely powerful, if the constitutional bias is strongly marked) do not have to be succumbed to; people can and do resist them, can and do refuse to identify themselves with what it would be all too easy and natural for them to be; can and do become better and quite other than their own selves. In this context the following brief article on How Men Behave in Crisis (published in a recent issue of Harpers Magazine) is highly significant. A young psychiatrist, who went as a medical observer on five combat missions of the Eighth Air Force in England says that in times of great stress and danger men are likely to react quite uniformly, even though under normal circumstances, they differ widely in personality. He went on one mission, during which the B-17 plane and crew were so severely damaged that survival seemed impossible. He had already studied the on the ground personalities of the crew and had found that they represented a great diversity of human types. Of their behaviour in crisis he reported:
  

1.03_-_Reading, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  Concord? Can we not hire some Abelard to lecture to us? Alas! what with foddering the cattle and tending the store, we are kept from school too long, and our education is sadly neglected. In this country, the village should in some respects take the place of the nobleman of
  Europe. It should be the patron of the fine arts. It is rich enough. It wants only the magnanimity and refinement. It can spend money enough on such things as farmers and traders value, but it is thought Utopian to propose spending money for things which more intelligent men know to be of far more worth. This town has spent seventeen thousand dollars on a town-house, thank fortune or politics, but probably it will not spend so much on living wit, the true meat to put into that sHell, in a hundred years. The one hundred and twenty-five dollars annually subscribed for a Lyceum in the winter is better spent than any other equal sum raised in the town. If we live in the nineteenth century, why should we not enjoy the advantages which the nineteenth century offers?
  Why should our life be in any respect provincial? If we will read newspapers, why not skip the gossip of Boston and take the best newspaper in the world at once?not be sucking the pap of neutral family papers, or browsing Olive-Branches here in New England. Let the reports of all the learned societies come to us, and we will see if they know any thing. Why should we leave it to Harper & Brothers and

1.03_-_Spiritual_Realisation,_The_aim_of_Bhakti-Yoga, #Bhakti-Yoga, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  
  Bhakti-Yoga, as we have said, is divided into the Gauni or the preparatory, and the Par or the supreme forms. We shall find, as we go on, how in the preparatory stage we unavoidably stand in need of many concrete helps to enable us to get on; and indeed the mythological and symbological parts of all religions are natural growths which early environ the aspiring soul and help it Godward. It is also a significant fact that spiritual giants have been produced only in those systems of religion where there is an exuberant growth of rich mythology and ritualism. The dry fanatical forms of religion which attempt to eradicate all that is poetical, all that is beautiful and sublime, all that gives a firm grasp to the infant mind tottering in its Godward way the forms which attempt to break down the very ridge-poles of the spiritual roof, and in their ignorant and superstitious conceptions of truth try to drive away all that is life-giving, all that furnishes the formative material to the spiritual plant growing in the human soul such forms of religion too soon find that all that is left to them is but an empty sHell, a contentless frame of words and sophistry with perhaps a little flavour of a kind of social scavengering or the socalled spirit of reform.
  

1.03_-_Supernatural_Aid, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
  
  During Hellenistic times an amalgamation of Hermes and Thoth was
  effected in the figure of Hermes Trismegistus, "Hermes Thrice Greatest," who
  --
  the water of her mouth is sweeter than old wine; its taste would
  quench Hell's fiery pain. Her tongue is moved by wit of high de
  gree and ready repartee: her breast is seduction to all that see

1.03_-_The_Desert, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #unset, #Zen
  
  74. Black Book 2 continues: "I think of Christianity in the desert. Physically, those ancients went into the desert. Did they also enter into the desert of their own self? Or was their self not as barren and desolate as mine? There they wrestled with the devil. I wrestle with waiting. It seems to me not less since it is truly a hot Hell" (p. 35).
  

1.03_-_The_Gate_of_Hell._The_Inefficient_or_Indifferent._Pope_Celestine_V._The_Shores_of_Acheron._Charon._The, #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  object:1.03 - The Gate of Hell. The Inefficient or Indifferent. Pope Celestine V. The Shores of Acheron. Charon. The
  Earthquake and the Swoon.

1.03_-_The_Human_Disciple, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
   crime worse than theirs because they are blinded by passion and unconscious of guilt, while on this side it would be with a clear sense of guilt that the sin would be committed. And for what?
  For the maintenance of family morality, of the social law and the law of the nation? These are the very standards that will be destroyed by this civil war; the family itself will be brought to the point of annihilation, corruption of morals and loss of the purity of race will be engendered, the eternal laws of the race and moral law of the family will be destroyed. Ruin of the race, the collapse of its high traditions, ethical degradation and Hell for the authors of such a crime, these are the only practical results possible of this monstrous civil strife. "Therefore," cries
  Arjuna, casting down the divine bow and inexhaustible quiver given to him by the gods for that tremendous hour, "it is more for my welfare that the sons of Dhritarashtra armed should slay me unarmed and unresisting. I will not fight."
  --
  Essays on the Gita
   Hell and rejection of "blood-stained enjoyments"; practically, the sense that the standards of action have led to a result which destroys the practical aims of action. But the whole upshot is that all-embracing inner bankruptcy which Arjuna expresses when he says that his whole conscious being, not the thought alone but heart and vital desires and all, are utterly bewildered and can find nowhere the dharma, nowhere any valid law of action.
  

1.03_-_The_Two_Negations_2_-_The_Refusal_of_the_Ascetic, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  5:Not only are there physical realities which are suprasensible, but, if evidence and experience are at all a test of truth, there are also senses which are supraphysical2 and can not only take cognisance of the realities of the material world without the aid of the corporeal sense-organs, but can bring us into contact with other realities, supraphysical and belonging to another world - included, that is to say, in an organisation of conscious experiences that are dependent on some other principle than the gross Matter of which our suns and earths seem to be made.
  6:Constantly asserted by human experience and belief since the origins of thought, this truth, now that the necessity of an exclusive preoccupation with the secrets of the material world no longer exists, begins to be justified by new-born forms of scientific research. The increasing evidences, of which only the most obvious and outward are established under the name of telepathy with its cognate phenomena, cannot long be resisted except by minds shut up in the brilliant sHell of the past, by intellects limited in spite of their acuteness through the limitation of their field of experience and inquiry, or by those who confuse enlightenment and reason with the faithful repetition of the formulas left to us from a bygone century and the jealous conservation of dead or dying intellectual dogmas.
  7:It is true that the glimpse of supraphysical realities acquired by methodical research has been imperfect and is yet ill-affirmed; for the methods used are still crude and defective. But these rediscovered subtle senses have at least been found to be true witnesses to physical facts beyond the range of the corporeal organs. There is no justification, then, for scouting them as false witnesses when they testify to supraphysical facts beyond the domain of the material organisation of consciousness. Like all evidence, like the evidence of the physical senses themselves, their testimony has to be controlled, scrutinised and arranged by the reason, rightly translated and rightly related, and their field, laws and processes determined. But the truth of great ranges of experience whose objects exist in a more subtle substance and are perceived by more subtle instruments than those of gross physical Matter, claims in the end the same validity as the truth of the material universe. The worlds beyond exist: they have their universal rhythm, their grand lines and formations, their self-existent laws and mighty energies, their just and luminous means of knowledge. And here on our physical existence and in our physical body they exercise their influences; here also they organise their means of manifestation and commission their messengers and their witnesses.

1.03_-_To_Layman_Ishii, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #Hakuin Ekaku, #Zen
   falls out of itself, and the flesh, with its wonderful configurations, can be enjoyed in all its marvelous fragrance and delicious flavor. How marvelous and edifying it is to witness this taking place!
  "Watch the way a mother hen warms an egg. When she has warmed the egg sufficiently so that the conditions are ripe for hatching, instead of pecking the egg, she waits, she holds back until she hears faint pecking sounds inside the sHell. She gives the sHell a single peck, and the baby chick emerges. It is truly heartwarming to watch her forthrightly attending to her task, cocking her head this way and that, up and down, as she restrains herself from pecking. Yet if she did not hold back, if she pecked the sHell too early, she would have ruined everything, producing a sight too terrible to behold.
  
  --
  
  "Suddenly the moment arrives when they become one with their questing mind. Mind and koan both disappear. Breathing itself seems to cease. This, although they are not aware of it, is the moment when the tortoise sHell cracks and fissures, when the Luan-bird emerges from its egg. They are experiencing the auspicious signs that appear when a person is about to attain the Buddha Way.
  
  --
  I sighed and replied, "The ocean of true reality is boundless and profoundly deep. The Buddha
  Way is immeasurably vast. Some priests do nothing but seek fame and success until their dying day, never showing the slightest interest in the path of Zen or the Buddha's Dharma. Others become enthralled in literary pursuits or become addicted to sake or women, oblivious of the Hell fires
  32
  --
  Dharma words-that Hakuin sent to individual students throughout his life, and more or less indistinguishable from the works he later wrote expressly for publication. He criticizes contemporary
  Zen teachers who, by giving in to feelings of pity and offering untimely advice to struggling students, end up preventing them from carrying their practice through to completion, ruining their chance of ever reaching the release of final enlightenment. Hakuin contrasts this with the method used by himself, as well as the great Zen figures of the past, of refusing to give any such help until the critical moment is reached and the student is ready to benefit from a teacher's timely intervention. The classic image is that of a mother hen pecking an egg at the exact same time the baby chick is pecking from within the sHell to make its way out. Hakuin also stresses the importance of the post-satori training that begins after the original kensh or satori is attained.
  

1.04_-_Descent_into_Future_Hell, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #unset, #Zen
  object:1.04 - Descent into Future Hell
  class:chapter
  --
  
  Descent into Future Hell
  Cap. v.
  --
  
  Descent into Future Hell
  
  --
  
  Descent into Future Hell
  
  --
  
  Descent into Future Hell
  
  --
  
  Descent into Future Hell
  
  --
  
  Descent into Future Hell
  
  --
  Christians sought was nothing other than a certain kind of madness. Those who experience this
  experience something which is very like madness. They speak incoherently and unnaturally, utter sound without sense, and their faces suddenly change expression...in fact they are truly beside themselves (ibid., pp. 129-33). In 1815, the philosopher F.WJ. ScHelling discussed divine madness in a manner that has a certain proximity to Jung's discussion, noting that The ancients did not speak in vain of a divine and holy madness. ScHelling related this to the inner selflaceration of nature. He held that nothing great can be accomplished without a constant solicitation of madness, which should always be overcome, but should never be entirely lacking.
  On the one hand, there were sober spirits in whom there was no trace of madness, together with men of understanding who produced cold intellectual works. On the other, there is one kind of person that governs madness and precisely in this overwhelming shows the highest force of the intellect. The other kind of person is governed by madness and is someone who is really mad

1.04_-_GOD_IN_THE_WORLD, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  The Sravaka (literally hearer, the name given by Mahayana Buddhists to contemplatives of the Hinayana school) fails to perceive that Mind, as it is in itself, has no stages, no causation. Disciplining himself in the cause, he has attained the result and abides in the samadhi (contemplation) of Emptiness for ever so many aeons. However enlightened in this way, the Sravaka is not at all on the right track. From the point of view of the Bodhisattva, this is like suffering the torture of Hell. The Sravaka has buried himself in Emptiness and does not know how to get out of his quiet contemplation, for he has no insight into the Buddha-nature itself.
  
  --
  
  Yet further, you never enjoyed the world aright, till you so love the beauty of enjoying it, that you are covetous and earnest to persuade others to enjoy it. And so perfectly hate the abominable corruption of men in despising it that you had rather suffer the flames of Hell than willingly be guilty of their error.
  
  --
  
  To have too much power over ones fellows, to be too rich, too violent, too ambitiousall this invites punishment, and in the long run, we notice, punishment of one sort or another duly comes. But the Greeks did not stop there. Because they regarded Nature as in some way divine, they felt that it had to be respected and they were convinced that a hubristic lack of respect for Nature would be punished by avenging nemesis. In The Persians, Aeschylus gives the reasonsthe ultimate, metaphysical reasonsfor the barbarians defeat. Xerxes was punished for two offencesoverweening imperialism directed against the Athenians, and overweening imperialism directed against Nature. He tried to enslave his fellow men, and he tried to enslave the sea, by building a bridge across the Hellespont.
  
  --
  
  From shore to shore he bridged the Hellespont.
  

1.04_-_Te_Shan_Carrying_His_Bundle, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen
  Ch'an, even if the multitude of appearances and myriad forms,
  heavens and Hells, and all the plants, animals, and people, all
  were to shout at once, he still wouldn't be bothered; even if

1.04_-_The_Core_of_the_Teaching, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  
  Undoubtedly, the Gita does, like the Upanishads, teach the equality which rises above sin and virtue, beyond good and evil, but only as a part of the Brahmic consciousness and for the man who is on the path and advanced enough to fulfil the supreme rule. It does not preach indifference to good and evil for the ordinary life of man, where such a doctrine would have the most pernicious consequences. On the contrary it affirms that the doers of evil shall not attain to God. Therefore if Arjuna simply seeks to fulfil in the best way the ordinary law of man's life, disinterested performance of what he feels to be a sin, a thing of Hell, will not help him, even though that sin be his duty as a soldier. He must refrain from what his conscience abhors though a thousand duties were shattered to pieces.
  

1.04_-_The_Paths, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism
  The Greek God is Themis, who, in the Homeric poems, is the personification of abstract law, custom, and equity, whence she is described as reigning in the assemblies of men, and convening the assembly of the Gods on Mount
  Olympus. Its Egyptian God bears out the idea of Justice for she is Maat, the Goddess of Truth, who in the Book of the Dead appears in the judgment scene of the weighing of the heart of the deceased. Nemesis, too, is a correspon- dence, as she measured out to mortals happiness and misery ; and here, too, is the Hindu concept of Yama, the personification of death and Hell where men had to expiate their evil deeds.
  

1.04_-_The_Praise, #Tara - The Feminine Divine, #Bokar Rinpoche, #Buddhism
  the possibilities of existence into three spheres or
  domains, that is, the sphere of desire (Hells, hungry
  - 102 -

1.04_-_The_Silent_Mind, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  quite at ease and highly enlightened, the seeker looks back and wonders how he ever managed to live in such a prison. He is particularly struck to see how for years and years he lived surrounded by impossibilities, and how humans in general live behind bars: "You can't do this; you can't do that; it's against this law, against that law;
  it's illogical; it's not natural; it's impossible." He discovers that everything is possible; the true difficulty is in the belief that it is difficult. After living for twenty or thirty years in his mental sHell, like a sort of thinking periwinkle, he begins to breathe freely.
  He finds, too, that the eternal opposition of inner versus outer is resolved that this also was part of the mental sclerosis. In reality,

1.04_-_Wake-Up_Sermon, #The Zen Teaching of Bodhidharma, #Bodhidharma, #Buddhism
  When delusions are absent, the mind is the land of buddhas.
  When delusions are present, the mind is Hell. Mortals create delu
  sions. And by using the mind to give birth to mind they always find
  themselves in Hell. Bodhisattvas see through delusions. And by not
  using the mind to give birth to mind they always find themselves in
  --
  every state of mind is disturbed and every thought is in motion.
  You go from one Hell to the next. When a thought arises, there's
  good karma and bad karma, heaven and Hell. When no thought
  arises, there's no good karma or bad karma, no heaven or Hell.
  The body neither exists nor doesn't exist. Hence existence as

1.05_-_CHARITY, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  We can only love what we know, and we can never know completely what we do not love. Love is a mode of knowledge, and when the love is sufficiently disinterested and sufficiently intense, the knowledge becomes unitive knowledge and so takes on the quality of infallibility. Where there is no disinterested love (or, more briefly, no charity), there is only biased self-love, and consequently only a partial and distorted knowledge both of the self and of the world of things, lives, minds and spirit outside the self. The lust-dieted man slaves the ordinances of Heaventhat is to say, he subordinates the laws of Nature and the spirit to his own cravings. The result is that he does not feel and therefore makes himself incapable of knowledge. His ignorance is ultimately voluntary; if he cannot see, it is because he will not see. Such voluntary ignorance inevitably has its negative reward. Nemesis follows hubrissometimes in a spectacular way, as when the self-blinded man (Macbeth, OtHello, Lear) falls into the trap which his own ambition or possessiveness or petulant vanity has prepared for him; sometimes in a less obvious way, as in the cases where power, prosperity and reputation endure to the end but at the cost of an ever-increasing imperviousness to grace and enlightenment, an ever completer inability to escape, now or hereafter, from the stifling prison of selfness and separateness. How profound can be the spiritual ignorance by which such enslavers of Heavens ordinances are punished is indicated by the behaviour of Cardinal Richelieu on his death-bed. The priest who attended him urged the great man to prepare his soul for its coming ordeal by forgiving all his enemies. I have never had any enemies, the Cardinal replied with the calm sincerity of an ignorance which long years of intrigue and avarice and ambition had rendered as absolute as had been his political power, save only those of the State. Like Napoleon, but in a different way, he was feeling heavens power, because he had refused to feel charity and therefore refused to know the whole truth about his own soul or anything else.
  

1.05_-_Christ,_A_Symbol_of_the_Self, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  suggested by the descensus ad inferos, the descent of Christ's
  soul to Hell, its work of redemption embracing even the dead.
  The psychological equivalent of this is the integration of the
  --
  tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to
  Hell. The double meaning of this movement lies in the nature of
  the pendulum. Christ is without spot, but right at the begin-
  --
  but ecclesiastical philosophy undoubtedly does, and for this reason I must ask
  what are we to make of Hell, damnation, and the devil, if these things are eternal?
  Theoretically they consist of nothing, and how does that square with the dogma

1.05_-_Pratyahara_and_Dharana, #Raja-Yoga, #Swami Vivkenanda, #unset
  
  Be like the pearl oyster. There is a pretty Indian fable to the effect that if it rains when the star Svti is in the ascendant, and a drop of rain falls into an oyster, that drop becomes a pearl. The oysters know this, so they come to the surface when that star shines, and wait to catch the precious raindrop. When a drop falls into them, quickly the oysters close their sHells and dive down to the bottom of the sea, there to patiently develop the drop into the pearl. We should be like that. First hear, then understand, and then, leaving all distractions, shut your minds to outside influences, and devote yourselves to developing the truth within you. There is the danger of frittering away your energies by taking up an idea only for its novelty, and then giving it up for another that is newer. Take one thing up and do it, and see the end of it, and before you have seen the end, do not give it up. He who can become mad with an idea, he alone sees light. Those that only take a nibble here and a nibble there will never attain anything. They may titillate their nerves for a moment, but there it will end. They will be slaves in the hands of nature, and will never get beyond the senses.
  

1.05_-_Splitting_of_the_Spirit, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #unset, #Zen
  
  But on the fourth night I cried, "To journey to Hell means become
  Hell oneself. 103 It is all frightfully muddled and interwoven. On this desert path there is not just glowing sand, but also horrible tangled invisible beings who live in the desert. I didn't know this.
  
  The way is only apparently clear, the desert is only apparently empty. It seems inhabited by magical beings who murderously attach themselves to me and daimonically change my form. I have evidently taken on a completely monstrous form in which I can no longer recognize myself It seems to me that I have become a monstrous animal form for which I have exchanged my humanity. This way is surrounded by Hellish magic, invisible nooses have been thrown over me and ensnare me."
  But the spirit of the depths approached me and said, "Climb down into your depths, sink!
  --
  So I cried full of anger, But then my indignation must also come from you, and in me you are indignant against yourself My soul then spoke the ambiguous words: That is civil war. 104
  I was afflicted with pain and rage, and I answered back, How painful, my soul, to hear you use hollow words; I feel sick. Comedy and drivel but I yearn. I can also crawl through mud and the most despised banality. I can also eat dust; that is part of Hell. I do not yield, I am defiant. You can go on devising torments, spider-legged
  

1.05_-_The_Second_Circle_The_Wanton._Minos._The_Infernal_Hurricane._Francesca_da_Rimini., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  And this discriminator of transgressions
  Seeth what place in Hell is meet for it;
  Girds himself with his tail as many times

1.06_-_Incarnate_Teachers_and_Incarnation, #Bhakti-Yoga, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  
   "Know the Guru to be Me", says Shri Krishna in the Bhagavata. The moment the world is absolutely bereft of these, it becomes a hideous Hell and hastens on to its destruction.
  

1.06_-_MORTIFICATION,_NON-ATTACHMENT,_RIGHT_LIVELIHOOD, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  God, if I worship Thee in fear of Hell, burn me in Hell. And if I worship Thee in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise; but if I worship Thee for Thine own sake, withhold not Thine everlasting Beauty.
  
  --
  
  Many a man hath the virtues of humility, patience and charity towards his neighbours, only in the reason and will, and hath no spiritual delight nor love in them; for ofttimes he feeleth grudging, heaviness and bitterness for to do them, but yet nevertheless he doth them, but tis only by stirring of reason for dread of God. This man hath these virtues in reason and will, but not the love of them in affection. But when, by the grace of Jesus and by ghostly and bodily exercise, reason is turned into light and will into love, then hath he virtues in affection; for he hath so gnawn on the bitter bark or sHell of the nut that at length he hath broken it and now feeds on the kernel; that is to say, the virtues which were first heavy for to practise are now turned into a very delight and savour.
  
  --
  
  He knoweth nothing as he ought to know, who thinks he knoweth anything without seeing its place and the manner how it relateth to God, angels and men, and to all the creatures in earth, heaven and Hell, time and eternity.
  

1.06_-_The_Third_Circle_The_Gluttonous._Cerberus._The_Eternal_Rain._Ciacco._Florence., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  As he beheld us passing on before him.
  "O thou that art conducted through this Hell,"
  He said to me, "recall me, if thou canst;
  --
  For great desire constraineth me to learn
  If Heaven doth sweeten them, or Hell envenom."
  And he: "They are among the blacker souls;

1.06_-_Yun_Men's_Every_Day_is_a_Good_Day, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen
  them out. When you get here, you will not consider it difficult
  to blow out the fires under the cauldrons of Hell, or to shatter
  sword forests and knife mountains with a shout.

1.07_-_A_Song_of_Longing_for_Tara,_the_Infallible, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset
  stopping and paying attention to them because I want to nish what Im
  doing. Im set on doing this and if somebody calls and says, Hello, can you
  help me? I snap at them and return to what Im doing. In that moment, the
  --
  even though every day I recited a verse from Lama Chpa saying, Even if I
  remain for an ocean of eons in the Avici Hells for the sake of one sentient
  being, inspire me to complete the far-reaching joyous effort to strive with
  --
  place where I can be of great benet to sentient beings.
  Interestingly, bodhisattvas aspire, May I be reborn in the Hell realms to
  benet the sentient beings there. Are we able to pray for that? We may be
  able to, as long as were in a comfortable and safe place when we make that
  prayer. But imagine saying that with conviction when were dying. Our selfcentered thought would have a t: If I pray to be born in the Hell realms to
  benet sentient beings, it might actually happen. Oh no, I dont want that!

1.07_-_Hui_Ch'ao_Asks_about_Buddha, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen
  action of the teacher and student encounter: the student is
  likened to a chick still inside the sHell of his ego, trying to crash
  its way out, while the teacher, as the 'parent,' breaks through

1.07_-_Standards_of_Conduct_and_Spiritual_Freedom, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  
  15:In primitive societies the individual life is submitted to rigid and immobile communal custom and rule; this is the ancient and would-be eternal law of the human pack that tries always to masquerade as the everlasting decree of the Imperishable, es.a dharmah. sanatanah.. And the ideal is not dead in the human mind; the most recent trend of human progress is to establish an enlarged and sumptuous edition of this ancient turn of collective living towards the enslavement of the human spirit. There is here a serious danger to the integral development of a greater truth upon earth and a greater life. For the desires and free seekings of the individual, however egoistic, however false or perverted they may be in their immediate form, contain in their obscure sHell the seed of a development necessary to the whole; his searchings and stumblings have behind them a force that has to be kept and transmuted into the image of the divine ideal. That force needs to be enlightened and trained but must not be suppressed or harnessed exclusively to society's heavy cartwheels. Individualism is as necessary to the final perfection as the power behind the group-spirit; the stifling of the individual may well be the stifling of the god in man. And in the present balance of humanity there is seldom any real danger of exaggerated individualism breaking up the social integer. There is continually a danger that the exaggerated pressure of the social mass by its heavy unenlightened mechanical weight may suppress or unduly discourage the free development of the individual spirit. For man in the individual can be more easily enlightened, conscious, open to clear influences; man in the mass is still obscure, halfconscious, ruled by universal forces that escape its mastery and its knowledge.
  

1.07_-_The_Farther_Reaches_of_Human_Nature, #Sex Ecology Spirituality, #Ken Wilber, #Philosophy
  A great number of issues need to be clarified as we follow evolution (and the twenty tenets) into the higher or deeper forms of transpersonal unfolding.
  First and foremost, if this higher unfolding is to be called "religious" or "spiritual," it is a very far cry from what is ordinarily meant by those terms. We have spent several chapters painstakingly reviewing the earlier developments of the archaic, magic, and mythic structures (which are usually associated with the world's great religions), precisely because those structures are what transpersonal and contemplative development is not. And here we can definitely agree with Campbell: if 99.9 percent of people want to call magic and mythic "real religion," then so be it for them (that is a legitimate use);10 but that is not what the world's greatest yogis, saints, and sages mean by mystical or "really religious" development, and in any event is not what I have in mind. Campbell, however, is quite right that a very, very few individuals, during the magic and mythic and rational eras, were indeed able to go beyond magic, beyond mythic, and beyond rational-into the transrational and transpersonal domains. And even if their teachings (such as those of Buddha, Christ, Patanjali, Padmasambhava, Rumi, and Chih-i) were snapped up by the masses and translated downward into magic and mythic and egoic terms-"the salvation of the individual soul"-that is not what their teachings clearly and even blatantly stated, nor did they intentionally lend any support to such endeavors. Their teachings were about the release from individuality, and not about its everlasting perpetuation, a grotesque notion that was equated flat-out with Hell or samsara. Their teachings, and their contemplative endeavors, were (and are) transrational through and through. That is, although all of the contemplative traditions aim at going within and beyond reason, they all start with reason, start with the notion that truth is to be established by evidence, that truth is the result of experimental methods, that truth is to be tested in the laboratory of personal experience, that these truths are open to all those who wish to try the experiment and thus disclose for themselves the truth or falsity of the spiritual claims-and that dogmas or given beliefs are precisely what hinder the emergence of deeper truths and wider visions.
  Thus, each of these spiritual or transpersonal endeavors (which we will carefully examine) claims that there exist higher domains of awareness, embrace, love, identity, reality, self, and truth. But these claims are not dogmatic; they are not believed in merely because an authority proclaimed them, or because sociocentric tradition hands them down, or because salvation depends upon being a "true believer." Rather, the claims about these higher domains are a conclusion based on hundreds of years of experimental introspection and communal verification. False claims are rejected on the basis of consensual evidence, and further evidence is used to adjust and fine-tune the experimental conclusions.

1.07_-_TRUTH, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  To find or know God in reality by any outward proofs, or by anything but by God Himself made manifest and self-evident in you, will never be your case either here or hereafter. For neither God, nor heaven, nor Hell, nor the devil, nor the flesh, can be any otherwise knowable in you or by you but by their own existence and manifestation in you. And all pretended knowledge of any of these things, beyond and without this self-evident sensibility of their birth within you, is only such knowledge of them as the blind man hath of the light that hath never entered into him.
  

1.08_-_Independence_from_the_Physical, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  Through the very process of our evolution, the consciousness,
  submerged in Matter, has grown accustomed to depending upon outer organs and antennas to perceive the world; and since we have seen the antennas appear before the master of the antennas, we have childishly concluded that the antennas have created the master, and that without antennas there is no master, no perception of the world. But this is an illusion. Our dependence upon the senses is merely a habit true, a millenary one, but no more inescapable than the flintstone implements of the CHellean man: It is possible for the mind and it would be natural for it, if it could be persuaded to liberate itself from its consent to the domination of matter, to take direct cognizance of the objects of sense without the aid of the sense-organs.91 We can see and feel across continents as if distances did not exist, because distance is an obstacle only to the body and its organs, not to consciousness, which can reach anywhere it wishes in a second, provided it has learned to expand itself; there is another, lighter space where all is together in a flash point. Here we might expect to receive some "recipe" for clairvoyance or ubiquity, but recipes are just another kind of machinery, which is why we are so fond of them. True, hatha yoga can be effective, as can many other kinds of yogic exercises, such as concentrating on a lighted candle (tratak), evolving infallible diets,
  doing breathing exercises and choking scientifically (pranayama).
  --
  wide awake, with a stiff neck."94
  Thus, after many cycles of confinement and awakening, after innumerable shocks that force consciousness to remember itself and emerge into the open, then shut itself up again in order to grow under cover, it finally becomes a fully formed individuality, breaks through its outer sHell, and asserts its independence. This independence, writes Sri Aurobindo, will come to be so much the normal attitude of the whole being to the physical frame that the latter will feel to us as if something external and detachable like the dress we wear or an instrument we happen to be carrying in our hand. We may even come to feel that the body is in a certain sense non-existent except as a sort of partial expression of our vital force and of our mentality. These experiences are signs that the mind is coming to a right poise regarding the body, that it is exchanging the false viewpoint of the mentality obsessed and captured by physical sensation for the 94
  

1.08_-_Phlegyas._Philippo_Argenti._The_Gate_of_the_City_of_Dis., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  That kindles them within makes them look red,
  As thou beholdest in this nether Hell."
  Then we arrived within the moats profound,

1.08_-_The_Historical_Significance_of_the_Fish, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  was not to end in dualism. One should not forget that the theory
  of the privatio boni does not dispose of the eternity of Hell and
  damnation. God's humanity is also an expression of dualism, as

1.09_-_Concentration_-_Its_Spiritual_Uses, #Raja-Yoga, #Swami Vivkenanda, #unset
  
  A good deal of explanation is necessary here. We have to understand what Chitta is, and what the Vrittis are. I have eyes. Eyes do not see. Take away the brain centre which is in the head, the eyes will still be there, the retinae complete, as also the pictures of objects on them, and yet the eyes will not see. So the eyes are only a secondary instrument, not the organ of vision. The organ of vision is in a nerve centre of the brain. The two eyes will not be sufficient. Sometimes a man is asleep with his eyes open. The light is there and the picture is there, but a third thing is necessary the mind must be joined to the organ. The eye is the external instrument; we need also the brain centre and the agency of the mind. Carriages roll down a street, and you do not hear them. Why? Because your mind has not attached itself to the organ of hearing. First, there is the instrument, then there is the organ, and third, the mind attached to these two. The mind takes the impression farther in, and presents it to the determinative faculty Buddhi which reacts. Along with this reaction flashes the idea of egoism. Then this mixture of action and reaction is presented to the Purusha, the real Soul, who perceives an object in this mixture. The organs (Indriyas), together with the mind (Manas), the determinative faculty (Buddhi), and egoism (Ahamkra), form the group called the Antahkarana (the internal instrument). They are but various processes in the mind-stuff, called Chitta. The waves of thought in the Chitta are called Vrittis (literally "whirlpool") . What is thought? Thought is a force, as is gravitation or repulsion. From the infinite storehouse of force in nature, the instrument called Chitta takes hold of some, absorbs it and sends it out as thought. Force is supplied to us through food, and out of that food the body obtains the power of motion etc. Others, the finer forces, it throws out in what we call thought. So we see that the mind is not intelligent; yet it appears to be intelligent. Why? Because the intelligent soul is behind it. You are the only sentient being; mind is only the instrument through which you catch the external world. Take this book; as a book it does not exist outside, what exists outside is unknown and unknowable. The unknowable furnishes the suggestion that gives a blow to the mind, and the mind gives out the reaction in the form of a book, in the same manner as when a stone is thrown into the water, the water is thrown against it in the form of waves. The real universe is the occasion of the reaction of the mind. A book form, or an elephant form, or a man form, is not outside; all that we know is our mental reaction from the outer suggestion. "Matter is the permanent possibility of sensations," said John Stuart Mill. It is only the suggestion that is outside. Take an oyster for example. You know how pearls are made. A parasite gets inside the sHell and causes irritation, and the oyster throws a sort of enamelling round it, and this makes the pearl. The universe of experience is our own enamel, so to say, and the real universe is the parasite serving as nucleus. The ordinary man will never understand it, because when he tries to do so, he throws out an enamel, and sees only his own enamel. Now we understand what is meant by these Vrittis. The real man is behind the mind; the mind is the instrument his hands; it is his intelligence that is percolating through the mind. It is only when you stand behind the mind that it becomes intelligent. When man gives it up, it falls to pieces and is nothing. Thus you understand what is meant by Chitta. It is the mind-stuff, and Vrittis are the waves and ripples rising in it when external causes impinge on it. These Vrittis are our universe.
  

1.09_-_Sleep_and_Death, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  Not everyone is capable of consciously leaving his body, or consciously widening his mind and vital, but many of us do so unconsciously, in sleep, just when the little I's of the frontal being are less noisome and less engrossed in their superficial preoccupations.
  These sundry I's express a fraction of reality, the reality seen by the naked eye, but immense realms stretch beyond them. We have already mentioned a universal Mind, a universal Vital, and a subtle Physical behind this physical sHell; now we must try to recover our entire universal reality. There are three methods or stages for achieving this.
  The first, available to everyone, is sleep. The second, less common,
  --
  We need to have numerous experiences, with actual verifications whenever possible, before we can appreciate to what extent these dreams are not dreams. There are some prisons that cannot be unlocked here until we have unlocked them there. The problem of action is thus intimately connected with that of integration.
  This integration is all the more necessary when we no longer have a body, i.e., when we are supposedly dead, because these fragments no longer have the recourse of returning to the body for protection. If they are not integrated, they suffer a great deal of unpleasantness. This is probably the origin of all the stories about Hell, which this cannot be repeated enough concern only some lower parts of our nature. For the lower planes (notably the lower Vital, corresponding to the navel and sex centers, the most difficult regions to integrate) are full of ravenous forces. As a young disciple who had died prematurely said when describing his journey to a friend during sleep: "Just behind your world there is no law and order" a proper British laconism for Hell. And he added: "I had Mother's light (the Master) with me, and I
  crossed over." Since this experience is typical of many deaths, it should be noted that the two friends met in lovely colored gardens,
  typical of the higher vital regions (corresponding to the heart center),
  which constitute some of the countless so-called paradises of the other world though not so lofty paradises, to be sure. Generally, the disembodied person remains there as long as he wishes; then, after he grows tired of it, he moves to the place of true rest, in the original Light, with his soul, to await the time of return. To say that a person will go to "eternal Hell" is a cruel absurdity. How could the soul,
  which is pure Light, ever be a prisoner of those lower vibrations? It would be like saying that infrared light controls the ultraviolet. Like goes with like, always and everywhere, whether here or on the other side. And what could ever be "eternal," truly, except the soul, except joy? If there were an unending Hell, it could only be a seat of unending rapture, said Sri Aurobindo, for God is joy, Ananda, and
  

1.09_-_The_Ambivalence_of_the_Fish_Symbol, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  even seems to have been regarded as a symbol for the soul, if we
  are to judge by a painting on a late Hellenistic sarcophagus.
  The mummy lies on a lion-shaped bier, and under the bier are
  --
  able to propound paradoxes as shocking as that of God's love
  glowing in the midst of Hell-fire, 31 which is represented as being
  no more than the Christian conception of God in a new but
  necessary relation to everything Hell stands for. Above all it
  was Jakob Bohme who, influenced by alchemy and the Cabala
  --
  understood the evil spirit"; 32 and finally, it is the navel of the
  world and at the same time Hell. Bernard of Clairvaux apos-
  trophizes Lucifer thus: "And dost thou strive perversely to-

1.09_-_The_Chosen_Ideal, #Bhakti-Yoga, #Swami Vivekananda, #Hinduism
  
  Bhakti-Yoga, therefore, lays on us the imperative command not to hate or deny any one of the various paths that lead to salvation. Yet the growing plant must be hedged round to protect it until it has grown into a tree. The tender plant of spirituality will die if exposed too early to the action of a constant change of ideas and ideals. Many people, in the name of what may be called religious liberalism, may be seen feeding their idle curiosity with a continuous succession of different ideals. With them, hearing new things grows into a kind of disease, a sort of religious drink-mania. They want to hear new things just by way of getting a temporary nervous excitement, and when one such exciting influence has had its effect on them, they are ready for another. Religion is with these people a sort of intellectual opiumeating, and there it ends. "There is another sort of man", says Bhagavan Ramakrishna, "who is like the pearl-oyster of the story. The pearl-oyster leaves its bed at the bottom of the sea, and comes up to the surface to catch the rain-water when the star Svti is in the ascendant. It floats about on the surface of the sea with its sHell wide open, until it has succeeded in catching a drop of the rain-water, and then it dives deep down to its sea-bed, and there rests until it has succeeded in fashioning a beautiful pearl out of that rain-drop."
  

11.01_-_The_Eternal_Day_The_Souls_Choice_and_the_Supreme_Consummation, #Savitri, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Tempting his heart with the far lure of heaven,
  Testing his strength with the close touch of Hell,
  I climb not to thy everlasting Day,
  --
  
  The pains of Hell shall be to thee my kiss,
  The flowers of heaven persuade thee with my touch.

1.10_-_Concentration_-_Its_Practice, #Raja-Yoga, #Swami Vivkenanda, #unset
  
  According to Yoga philosophy, it is through ignorance that the soul has been joined with nature. The aim is to get rid of nature's control over us. That is the goal of all religions. Each soul is potentially divine. The goal is to manifest this Divinity within, by controlling nature, external and internal. Do this either by work, or worship, or psychic control, or philosophy by one or more or all of these and be free. This is the whole of religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals, or books, or temples, or forms, are but secondary details. The Yogi tries to reach this goal through psychic control. Until we can free ourselves from nature, we are slaves; as she dictates so we must go. The Yogi claims that he who controls mind controls matter also. The internal nature is much higher than the external and much more difficult to grapple with, much more difficult to control. Therefore he who has conquered the internal nature controls the whole universe; it becomes his servant. Raja-Yoga propounds the methods of gaining this control. Forces higher than we know in physical nature will have to be subdued. This body is just the external crust of the mind. They are not two different things; they are just as the oyster and its sHell. They are but two aspects of one thing; the internal substance of the oyster takes up matter from outside, and manufactures the sHell. In the same way the internal fine forces which are called mind take up gross matter from outside, and from that manufacture this external sHell, the body. If, then, we have control of the internal, it is very easy to have control of the external. Then again, these forces are not different. It is not that some forces are physical, and some mental; the physical forces are but the gross manifestations of the fine forces, just as the physical world is but the gross manifestation of the fine world.
  

1.10_-_Farinata_and_Cavalcante_de'_Cavalcanti._Discourse_on_the_Knowledge_of_the_Damned., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity
  And he uprose erect with breast and front
  E'en as if Hell he had in great despite.
  And with courageous hands and prompt my Leader

1.10_-_GRACE_AND_FREE_WILL, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  The will is that which has all power; it makes heaven and it makes Hell; for there is no Hell but where the will of the creature is turned from God, nor any heaven but where the will of the creature worketh with God.
  
  --
  
  O man, consider thyself! Here thou standest in the earnest perpetual strife of good and evil; all nature is continually at work to bring forth the great redemption; the whole creation is travailing in pain and laborious working to be delivered from the vanity of time; and wilt thou be asleep? Everything thou hearest or seest says nothing, shows nothing to thee but what either eternal light or eternal darkness has brought forth; for as day and night divide the whole of our time, so heaven and Hell divide all our thoughts, words and actions. Stir which way thou wilt, do or design what thou wilt, thou must be an agent with the one or the other. Thou canst not stand still, because thou livest in the perpetual workings of temporal and eternal nature; if thou workest not with the good, the evil that is in nature carries thee along with it. Thou hast the height and depth of eternity in thee and therefore, be doing what thou wilt, either in the closet, the field, the shop or the church, thou art sowing that which grows and must be reaped in eternity.
  

1.10_-_The_Revolutionary_Yogi, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  
  In the enormous spaces of the self The body now seemed only a wandering sHell. . . .116
  Sri Aurobindo's entire integral yoga was shattered. All his efforts of mental, vital and physical transformation, as well as his faith in a fulfilled earthly life, were swept away, swallowed up in a stupendous Illusion nothing remained except empty forms. It threw me suddenly into a condition above and without thought, unstained by any mental or vital movement; there was no ego, no real world only when one looked through the immobile senses, something perceived or bore upon its sheer silence a world of empty forms, materialized shadows without true substance. There was no One or many even, only just absolutely That featureless, relationless, sheer, indescribable,

1.10_-_The_Yoga_of_the_Intelligent_Will, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  
  I have declared to you the poise of a self-liberating intelligence in Sankhya, says the divine Teacher to Arjuna. I will now declare to you another poise in Yoga. You are shrinking from the results of your works, you desire other results and turn from your right path in life because it does not lead you to them. But this idea of works and their result, desire of result as the motive, the work as a means for the satisfaction of desire, is the bondage of the ignorant who know not what works are, nor their true source, nor their real operation, nor their high utility. My Yoga will free you from all bondage of the soul to its works, karmabandham prahasyasi. You are afraid of many things, afraid of sin, afraid of suffering, afraid of Hell and punishment, afraid of God, afraid of this world, afraid of the hereafter, afraid of yourself. What is it that you are not afraid of at this moment, you the Aryan fighter, the world's chief hero? But this is the great fear which besieges humanity, its fear of sin and suffering now and hereafter, its fear in a world of whose true nature it is ignorant, of a God whose true being also it has not seen and
  
  --
  
  Therefore, it is the upward and inward orientation of the intelligent will that we must resolutely choose with a settled concentration and perseverance, vyavasaya; we must fix it firmly in the calm self-knowledge of the Purusha. The first movement must be obviously to get rid of desire which is the whole root of the evil and suffering; and in order to get rid of desire, we must put an end to the cause of desire, the rushing out of the senses to seize and enjoy their objects. We must draw them back when they are inclined thus to rush out, draw them away from their objects, - as the tortoise draws in his limbs into the sHell, so these into their source, quiescent in the mind, the mind quiescent in intelligence, the intelligence quiescent in the soul and its selfknowledge, observing the action of Nature, but not subject to it, not desiring anything that the objective life can give.
  

1.10_-_THINGS_I_OWE_TO_THE_ANCIENTS, #Twilight of the Idols, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
  distrust of Plato is fundamental. I find him so very much astray
  from all the deepest instincts of the Hellenes, so steeped in moral
  prejudices, so pre-existently Christian--the concept "good" is already
  --
  the great summing up, the final manifestation of that strong, severe
  positivism which lay in the instincts of the ancient Hellene. After
  all, it is courage in the face of reality that distinguishes such
  --
  ambush everywhere. The superb suppleness of their bodies, the daring
  realism and immorality which is peculiar to the Hellenes, was a
  necessity not an inherent quality. It was a result, it had not been
  --
  style, from their philosophers; fancy using the suburban respectability
  of the Socratic schools as a key to what is fundamentally Hellenic!...
  The philosophers are of course the decadents of Hellas, the
  counter-movement directed against the old and noble taste--(against the
  --
  I was the first who, in order to understand the ancient, still rich and
  even superabundant Hellenic instinct, took that marvellous phenomenon,
  which bears the name of Dionysus, seriously: it can be explained only
  --
  for a moment We are very differently affected when we examine the
  notion "Hellenic," as Winckelmann and Goethe conceived it, and find it
  incompatible with that element out of which Dionysian art springs--I
  --
  only in the Dionysian mysteries, in the psychology of the Dionysian
  state, that the _fundamental fact_ of the Hellenic instinct--its "will
  to life"--is expressed. What did the Hellene secure himself with these
  mysteries? _Eternal_ life, the eternal recurrence of life; the future

1.11_-_Delight_of_Existence_-_The_Problem, #The Life Divine, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  16:We must first make it clear to ourselves that just as when we speak of universal consciousness we mean something different from, more essential and wider than the waking mental consciousness of the human being, so also when we speak of universal delight of existence we mean something different from, more essential and wider than the ordinary emotional and sensational pleasure of the individual human creature. Pleasure, joy and delight, as man uses the words, are limited and occasional movements which depend on certain habitual causes and emerge, like their opposites pain and grief which are equally limited and occasional movements, from a background other than themselves. Delight of being is universal, illimitable and self-existent, not dependent on particular causes, the background of all backgrounds, from which pleasure, pain and other more neutral experiences emerge. When delight of being seeks to realise itself as delight of becoming, it moves in the movement of force and itself takes different forms of movement of which pleasure and pain are positive and negative currents. Subconscient in Matter, superconscient beyond Mind this delight seeks in Mind and Life to realise itself by emergence in the becoming, in the increasing self-consciousness of the movement. Its first phenomena are dual and impure, move between the poles of pleasure and pain, but it aims at its self-revelation in the purity of a supreme delight of being which is self-existent and independent of objects and causes. Just as Sachchidananda moves towards the realisation of the universal existence in the individual and of the form-exceeding consciousness in the form of body and mind, so it moves towards the realisation of universal, self-existent and objectless delight in the flux of particular experiences and objects. Those objects we now seek as stimulating causes of a transient pleasure and satisfaction; free, possessed of self, we shall not seek but shall possess them as reflectors rather than causes of a delight which eternally exists.
  17:In the egoistic human being, the mental person emergent out of the dim sHell of matter, delight of existence is neutral, semilatent, still in the shadow of the subconscious, hardly more than a concealed soil of plenty covered by desire with a luxuriant growth of poisonous weeds and hardly less poisonous flowers, the pains and pleasures of our egoistic existence. When the divine conscious-force working secretly in us has devoured these growths of desire, when in the image of the Rig Veda the fire of God has burnt up the shoots of earth, that which is concealed at the roots of these pains and pleasures, their cause and secret being, the sap of delight in them, will emerge in new forms not of desire, but of self-existent satisfaction which will replace mortal pleasure by the Immortal's ecstasy. And this transformation is possible because these growths of sensation and emotion are in their essential being, the pains no less than the pleasures, that delight of existence which they seek but fail to reveal, - fail because of division, ignorance of self and egoism.
  

1.11_-_GOOD_AND_EVIL, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
  
  Nothing burns in Hell but the self.
  
  --
  
  Covetousness, envy, pride and wrath are the four elements of self, or nature, or Hell, all of them inseparable from it. And the reason why it must be thus, and cannot be otherwise, is because the natural life of the creature is brought forth for the participation of some high supernatural good in the Creator. But it could have no fitness, no possible capacity to receive such good, unless it was in itself both an extremity of want and an extremity of desire for some high good. When therefore this natural life is deprived of or fallen from God, it can be nothing else in itself but an extremity of want continually desiring, and an extremity of desire continually wanting. And because it is that, its whole life can be nothing else but a plague and torment of covetousness, envy, pride and wrath, all which is precisely nature, self, or Hell. Now covetousness, pride and envy are not three different things, but only three different names for the restless workings of one and the same will or desire. Wrath, which is a fourth birth from these three, can have no existence till one or all of these three are contradicted, or have something done to them that is contrary to their will. These four properties generate their own torment. They have no outward cause, nor any inward power of altering themselves. And therefore all self or nature must be in this state until some supernatural good comes into it, or gets a birth in it. Whilst man indeed lives among the vanities of time, his covetousness, envy, pride and wrath may be in a tolerable state, may hold him to a mixture of peace and trouble; they may have at times their gratifications as well as their torments. But when death has put an end to the vanity of all earthly cheats, the soul that is not born again of the supernatural Word and Spirit of God, must find itself unavoidably devoured or shut up in its own insatiable, unchangeable, self-tormenting covetousness, envy, pride and wrath.
  
  --
  
  If a delicious fragrant fruit had a power of separating itself from the rich spirit, fine taste, smell and colour, which it receives from the virtue of the air and the spirit of the sun, or if it could, in the beginning of its growth, turn away from the sun and receive no virtue from it, then it would stand in its own first birth of wrath, sourness, bitterness, astringency, just as the devils do, who have turned back into their own dark root and have rejected the Light and Spirit of God. So that the Hellish nature of a devil is nothing but its own first forms of life withdrawn or separated from the heavenly Light and Love; just as the sourness, bitterness and astringency of a fruit are nothing else but the first form of its vegetable life, before it has reached the virtue of the sun and the spirit of the air. And as a fruit, if it had a sensibility of itself, would be full of torment as soon as it was shut up in the first forms of its life, in its own astringency, sourness and stinging bitterness, so the angels, when they had turned back into these very same first forms of their own life, and broke off from the heavenly Light and Love of God, became their own Hell. No Hell was made for them, no new qualities came into them, no vengeance or pains from the Lord of Love fell on them; they only stood in that state of division and separation from the Son and Holy Spirit of God, which by their own motion they had made for themselves. They had nothing in them but what they had from God, the first forms of a heavenly life; but they had them in a state of self-torment, because they had separated them from birth of Love and Light.
  
  --
  
  Men are not in Hell because God is angry with them; they are in wrath and darkness because they have done to the light, which infinitely flows forth from God, as that man does to the light of the sun, who puts out his own eyes.
  

1.11_-_Oneness, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  We believed ourselves to be small and separated from one another,
  one person plus another person in the midst of separate things. We needed this separation to grow under our separate sHells, lest we remained some undifferentiated mass of the universal plasma, a member of the flock without a life of his own. Through this separation we have become conscious. We are still incompletely conscious, and 150
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1.11_-_Woolly_Pomposities_of_the_Pious_.Teacher., #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  
  To put the matter in a nutsHell, tersely, concisely, succinctly, the world is being corrupted by all this ---
  

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