BEGIN:VCALENDAR
VERSION:2.0
PRODID:-//The Open Road:  a learning community - ECPv6.15.3//NONSGML v1.0//EN
CALSCALE:GREGORIAN
METHOD:PUBLISH
X-ORIGINAL-URL:https://openroadpdx.com
X-WR-CALDESC:Events for The Open Road:  a learning community
REFRESH-INTERVAL;VALUE=DURATION:PT1H
X-Robots-Tag:noindex
X-PUBLISHED-TTL:PT1H
BEGIN:VTIMEZONE
TZID:America/Los_Angeles
BEGIN:DAYLIGHT
TZOFFSETFROM:-0800
TZOFFSETTO:-0700
TZNAME:PDT
DTSTART:20220313T100000
END:DAYLIGHT
BEGIN:STANDARD
TZOFFSETFROM:-0700
TZOFFSETTO:-0800
TZNAME:PST
DTSTART:20221106T090000
END:STANDARD
END:VTIMEZONE
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220815
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20220915
DTSTAMP:20260426T184523
CREATED:20220816T040133Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20250717T155620Z
UID:3185-1660521600-1663199999@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  8/15/22
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \nAugust 15\, 2022 \n  \nWe are what we think. \nAll that we are arises with our thoughts. \nWith our thoughts we make the world. \n  \n—opening lines from The Dhammapada\, sayings of the Buddha\, translated by Thomas Byrom \n* \n  \nOur goal should be to live life in radical amazement\, [to] get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted. Everything is phenomenal; everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed. \n  \n—Abraham Joshua Heschel  (thanks to Mark Alter for this) \n* \n  \nThe Patience of Ordinary Things \n  \nIt is a kind of love\, is it not? \nHow the cup holds the tea\, \nHow the chair stands sturdy and foursquare\, \nHow the floor receives the bottoms of shoes \nOr toes. How soles of feet know \nWhere they’re supposed to be. \nI’ve been thinking about the patience \nOf ordinary things\, how clothes \nWait respectfully in closets \nAnd soap dries quietly in the dish\, \nAnd towels drink the wet \nFrom the skin of the back. \nAnd the lovely repetition of stairs. \nAnd what is more generous than a window? \n  \n—Pat Schneider\, shared by Jeffrey Sher \n* \n  \nYou are enough \n  \nPeace Is This Moment Without Judgment  \n~Dorothy Hunt \n  \nDo you think peace requires an end to war?  \nOr tigers eating only vegetables?  \nDoes peace require an absence from your boss\, your spouse\, yourself? …  \nDo you think peace will come some other place than here?  \nSome other time than Now? In some other heart than yours? \n  \nPeace is this moment without judgment.  \nThat is all. This moment in the Heart-space  \nwhere everything that is is welcome.  \nPeace is this moment without thinking  \nthat it should be some other way\,  \nthat you should feel some other thing\,  \nthat your life should unfold according to your plans. \n  \nPeace is this moment without judgment\,  \nthis moment in the heart-space where  \neverything that is is welcome. \n  \nI’ve been thinking a lot about equanimity in conversation and relationships lately and where that often breaks down. Our choice of words\, tone of voice and sometimes the decision to speak or not speak—all contribute to our ability to cultivate equanimity.  \n  \nIt is difficult enough sometimes when we are alone to create a space for equanimity to enter. It can be much more difficult to create that space when we are inside of an interaction with another person who is having their own experience. They are on their own journey. A journey you have no control over.   \n  \nAn interaction does not have to be a reaction. This is where\, when things get heated in a conversation\, I often break down. My ego says\, “Prove your point!” “Tell her how you are right and she is wrong!” Or “Don’t stop until you win the argument!”  \n  \nThe ego can fool us into believing that we are not enough and can make things appear black and white.  \nIf I’m right\, he’s wrong. \nI either want something or I don’t. \n  \nBut there is a gray area. It begins with awareness.  \nAwareness shows up as an open mind\, flexibility\, lack of bias and positive expectations. \nAwareness is knowing that you are enough.  \n  \nUnderstanding what we carry within us and thoughtfully using our words to express ourselves is a huge practice.  \n  \nPema Chödrön says that when feelings of attraction or aversion arise\, we can “use our biases as stepping-stones for connecting with the confusion of others.” When we become intimate with and accepting of our own feelings\, we see more clearly how everyone gets hooked by their hopes and fears. From this\, “a bigger perspective can emerge.” \n  \nToday\, start with knowing that you are enough.  \n  \nPractice \n  \nI invite you to imagine a calming\, blue circle of light within your throat. The throat being the place of right speech\, the ability to communicate clearly and effectively.  \n  \nWith every inhale\, imagine the blue light gaining more and more clarity. \nWith every exhale\, allowing your light to be shared. \n  \n—Nicole Rush \n* \n  \n#152  The Biggest Obstacle \n  \n“Often it is our own knowledge that is the biggest obstacle to us touching suchness. That is why it’s very important to learn how to release our own views. Knowledge is the obstacle to knowledge. If you are dogmatic in your way of thinking\, it is very difficult to receive new insights\, to conceive of new theories and understandings about the world.”  \n—from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh \n  \n“Learning how to release our own views…”  Indeed! This is a big one. \n  \nI must admit that I am sometimes snide\, judgmental and knee-jerk defensive. This I am ashamed to admit. I have to say that it comes from a long ago place—older sister comes to mind\, but my overall nature is one of positivity\, connection\, engagement and desire for understanding. The negative part—might I say ‘sliver?’—comes from a lack of knowledge or understanding on my part. I know that. And I am very aware when it arises in my mind. \n  \nI seek understanding. I seek connection. Almost every Saturday I make the drive out I84 to Umatilla to Two Rivers Correctional Institution. Every week I pass by the small towns of Biggs\, Rufus\, pass the signs to Ione and Heppner\, Irrigon. I understand that in these towns just the word ‘liberal\,’ or ‘liberalism’ in its present day connotation (even though ‘liberal’ comes from the Latin\, liber\, meaning free\, which don’t we all\, conservative or otherwise\, believe in?) can conjure uncertainty\, mistrust\, fear\, often anger in the hearts and minds of many of these residents—across the country. David and I enjoy riding our bikes in the wide open country surrounding these quiet places. When we drive into town\, bikes instead of guns hitched to the back of our car\, wrapped in Spandex instead of Carhartts\, I stifle the urge to ask for a  soy latte and go for black coffee every time. Still\, don’t we just scream ‘liberal yuppies’ to the locals? Yet each time I’m faced with this I try to engage and find commonalities: ‘I see you have peach pie on the menu. Do you bake them all yourself? Yes? I bet it’s the best! I‘ve never quite been able to get the consistency right; can you give me some tips?’  Like that. I’m sincere\, and it usually works. It’s an ice breaker. There are always commonalities. \n  \nMore on releasing our views: When I arrive at TRCI\, I make my way to room 19-27 and meet with our group of 12-20 men. I love them. I love being with them\, listening to their thoughts\, their hopes and fears. I admire them; I believe in them. We do not talk about politics or religion—that is part of the understanding. If we were to talk about politics\, undoubtedly I would find some BIG differences in our views. BUT!!! I would still love them! And because of this\, I would be able to listen to them open-mindedly if we were to talk about politics. I have no doubt.  \n  \nOne more on releasing our own views: After the stunning screening of Midsummer Night’s Dream last Sunday\, I floated out of the theater. There on the sidewalk I saw one of our released men who had been in the theater. He called out\, ‘Hey\, Jude!’ I cried out and gave him a big hug. His head was shaved\, he had earphones slung around his neck\, underneath his tank top he was covered with tatts. Clearly\, if I had seen him on the street and didn’t know him\, I might have clutched my purse closer\, shifted my eyes\, hurried my step\, perhaps even crossed the street. Scary (a little). But I know him. He is a wonderful man! I love him!  \n  \nWhether it’s knowledge about things or people\, being open to differences\, taking the time to learn\, to introduce ourselves\, talk to and understand others not like us is the basis of love. It all leads to love. \n  \n“One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others\, by means of love\, friendship\, indignation\, compassion.”  Simone de Beauvoir   \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nJuly 17\, 2022 \n  \nFirst\, let me say that I believe I am going out tomorrow for surgery on my hip. (One or the other\, don’t know yet which is first.) I am feeling excited\, nervous—all butterfly-tingly with uncertainty because this is all new to me. \n  \nThis is my first major hospital thing; invasive\, life-altering surgery ever….It’s going to take weeks to heal and recover. And\, no one (who is special to me\, or who really cares about me) is going to be there with me. In fact I can’t even call or email anyone\, even though I’m 98% certain it’s tomorrow\, because “If I know then they ‘HAVE TO RESCHEDULE\,’ because I’m not supposed to know. Yet\, I know! \n  \nSo\, it’s also exciting because it’s something new and scary. I’ll have a story to tell—soon. I’m certain all will go well\, everything will be “normal.” BUT\, what if it’s not?! (dramatic voice for effect and heightened suspense…) Oh! So\, what if?  Even death is a great adventure. I’d be wherever the next step lands. No matter what. I’d be where I am. My only death-fear is the process of lingering in a slow\, agonizing sort of death. (I’m just back from theatre and feeling a bit dramatic-excited too.) \n  \nSo\, that’s me. That’s my moment\, right now. That’s where I’m starting…. \n  \nJuly 19\, 2022 \n  \nI thought yesterday was to be my surgery. Turns out it was the final consult to confirm the procedure and answer any remaining concerns. So\, I’ll go soon\, just not yesterday. I\, at first\, was excited/anxious at the thought of getting this done and the recovery adventure started. By the time I was called out at 12 p.m. I was nervous. Then\, when I was told it was only another consult—well\, I was needing to focus on breathing and contemplate what the heck was transpiring….There was lots of energy to funnel or transform through breathing. By the time I saw the doctor I was at ease. \n  \nJuly 25\, 2022 \n  \nTomorrow should\, most likely (I hope) be my first hip replacement. I am very much feeling the excitement of anticipation for the long awaited “good” thing. I would liken this to what I felt on Christmas Eve: going to bed early\, believing all the myths surrounding\, only to wake early (too early! Like 4 or 5 a.m. too early) and anxiously await my parents’ “sleeping in” and late waking before I could selfishly dig in for a “big-haul.” \n  \nJuly 29\, 2022  #322 Concentrated Pleasure (from Your True Home) \n  \nWell\, I’m recovering from hip replacement. While I’m not a “great” practitioner—i.e. meditating frequently—I have managed to survive two challenging nights so far\, through deliberate breathing. It helps. Pain is still a challenge\, but that will fade as healing continues. \n  \nIt’s peculiar how at each turn of my life GOD places just what I need to read or hear right in the midst of my path. Today’s comments from Thây are no different. I am at the phase where I make many small walking journeys. Journeys to the toilet\, eight feet away; or to my door and back\, ten-plus feet; or up and down the long haul of the Infirmary\, 50 or more for the whole trip. Any one\, and each one\, will be a perfect chance to focus 100% of my attention on what I’m doing—i.e. walking fully with both sides. It isn’t as easy as I desire\, but it is a thing I can do…. \n  \n323  \nThe Kingdom of God Is Right Here \n  \nThe Kingdom of God is not a mere notion. It is a reality that can be touched in everyday life. The Kingdom of God is now or never\, and we all have the ability to touch it—not only with our minds\, but with our feet. The energy of mindfulness helps you with this. With one mindful step\, you touch the Kingdom of God.   \n—Thich Nhat Hanh\, from Your True Home \n  \nJuly 31\, 2022  #323  The Kingdom of God Is Right Here \n  \nI am in day 4\, over 100 hours from my hip replacement on Wednesday\, July 27th\, from 7:30 a.m. to about 8:40. It has been an interesting and challenging journey since. \n  \nPain was a piece of the early challenges and it has since faded to a memory of what I once knew as an intensity never before felt pre-surgery. My balance is not back to 100%\, but I am strengthening as I can\, as often as I can. I have been blessed by Creator GOD with a strong healthy body and mind\, and a quick recovery. I anticipate seeing the provider on Monday\, August 1st\, and moving back to my unit shortly thereafter….So\, for all my friends\, well-wishers and benefactors\, I am well on my way to a full and lasting recovery from surgery. \n  \nToday’s reading is accurate. The Kingdom of God is now. Many have taught that it is later. I fear this is due to a refusal or inability to see living in the NOW as part of life as it was created to be. Each of us can experience “Heaven on Earth” in the now\, through mindfulness. I also hope and suspect (believe) that a paradise\, aka heaven\, nirvana\, etc.\, will be awaiting us as this life ends. Thanks to religious syncretism it may be impossible to know for certain\, until we transition to the next stage of life—after death. \n  \nLike Thây\, I think it is possible to perceive\, “taste\,” sample\, get a sense of that life in the NOW through mindfulness…. \n  \nI haven’t written much this month….I wish each one well\, as TRCI has “outbreaks” and further quarantining…I hope your journey into NOW is as life affirming and assisting as I’ve experienced. \n  \n(Yesterday (8/14) I got an email from Michel Deforge. (JS)) \n  \nI’m two weeks\, five days since [hip] surgery and I’m doing great! Today\, I walked for 20 minutes while carrying my walker\, instead of using it for balance. The last 3 minutes were balanced without even taking the walker with me. I was able to do 10 stand ups (reverse squatting – getting up from sitting surface)\, along with some leg raises earlier this morning. So\, yes I’m doing quite well on my recovery! I hope to get the other one done in early September. TBD… \n  \n—Michel Deforge \n* \n      Prophets to Live By \n  \nSuch great days for the prophecy business— \nin news and views it’s hard to choose one voice \nthat rings true\, someone to put your money on\, \nsomeone whose claims might go the distance \n  \nThe best is yet to come! shout redwings teetering \non cattail spires\, while in cedar shadows raven scoffs \nThings will only get worse. Which will you believe \nwhen the crows begin\, It shall come to pass…and list \n  \ntheir raucous tabloid hints\, while from the shadows \nunknown voices whistle\, hoot\, and shriek? How can you \nkeep your own counsel then? How can you take them all \nwith a grain of salt\, but seek your own conclusions when \n  \nthere’s a moment of silence\, a dusky breath held\, then \na song sparrow chants\, Did anyone notice dawn? \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nI enjoy books\, especially books that change the way I see\, experience and understand the world. Many books have helped me on my spiritual journey. Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda got me interested in meditation\, on a quest for samādhi. Many meditators of my generation learned about zazen\, “sitting meditation\,” from Shunryu Suzuki’s book Zen Mind\, Beginner’s Mind. I read a lot of books by J. Krishnamurti\, whose original approach to “freedom from the known” is very stimulating. My favorites among his many books are The Only Revolution and Krishnamurti’s Notebook. Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” expanded my vision in many ways. Many religious traditions make a distinction between “the spirit\,” which is sacred\, and “the flesh\,” which is not. For Walt\, everyone and everything is sacred. People can spend years striving to achieve enlightenment. In Talks With Ramana Maharshi\, the South Indian sage reminds people again and again that there is nothing to strive for since our true self is always already Divine. Similarly\, Bankei (1622-1693) taught that our “unborn Buddha nature” is our true nature. It’s who we are. Norman Wadell’s translation of Bankei’s talks\, The Unborn is excellent. My favorite ancient wisdom text is Tao Te Ching. The translation by Gia-fu Feng and Jane English is my favorite\, along with its gorgeous black and white photographs. A book I like to read and re-read is Zen in English Literature and Oriental Classics by R. H. Blyth. The past couple years I’ve been listening to lively audio recordings of talks by Alan Watts\, and reading the poems and meditations of Thomas Traherne\, the Seventeenth Century Christian mystic. Thich Nhat Hanh is one of my favorite guides for living a life soaked in peace\, love and happiness. I long ago lost count of how many people I’ve given his book Your True Home. Well\, that’s a few of my favorites for now. \n  \nMay all people be happy. \nMay we live in peace & love. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/meditation-mindfulness-dialogue-8-15-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/0.jpeg
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220901
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20221006
DTSTAMP:20260426T184523
CREATED:20220901T222217Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20220901T232801Z
UID:3219-1661990400-1665014399@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  9/1/22
DESCRIPTION:The River of Life by William Blake \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n\nSeptember 1\, 2022 \n  \nWilliam Blake \n  \nI must Create a System or be enslav’d by another Man’s. \n—William Blake \n  \nWilliam Blake might be the most imaginative person who ever lived. Along with Wordsworth\, Coleridge\, Keats and Shelley\, he is considered one of the major English Romantic poets. His paintings\, drawings and etchings are enshrined in museums around the world. He is a Christian\, but his Christianity is unique to him. In the English poetic tradition\, he saw himself as part of a tradition that included Chaucer\, Shakespeare and Milton. As a prophet\, he saw himself as in the tradition of Isaiah\, Ezekiel\, Jesus\, John of Patmos\, Dante and Milton. He created his own mythology. \n  \nIn issue #16 (July 2\, 2020) of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding\, I included three poems by Blake: “Infant Joy\,” “Laughing Song\,” and “The School Boy.” These poems illustrated the theme of innocence and experience that I was exploring in that issue—especially how we lose the innocence of our childhood\, and the question of whether we can regain that lost innocence  \n  \n(https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-7-2-20/). \n  \n \n  \nHere are some of my favorite poems\, quotes and writings of William Blake: \n  \nLove to faults is always blind; \nAlways is to joy inclin’d\, \nLawless\, wing’d and unconfin’d\, \nAnd breaks all chains from every mind. \n* \n  \nArt Degraded\, Imagination Denied\, War Governed the Nations. \n* \n  \nChildren of the future Age \nReading this indignant page\, \nKnow that in a former time \nLove! sweet Love! was thought a crime. \n* \n  \nThe GARDEN of LOVE \n  \nI went to the Garden of Love\, \nAnd saw what I never had seen: \nA Chapel was built in the midst\, \nWhere I used to play on the green. \n  \nAnd the gates of this Chapel were shut\, \nAnd “Thou shalt not” writ over the door; \nSo I turn’d to the Garden of Love \nThat so many sweet flowers bore; \n  \nAnd I saw it was filled with graves\, \nAnd tomb-stones where flowers should be; \nAnd Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds\, \nAnd binding with briars my joys and desires. \n* \n  \n \n  \nTo see a World in a Grain of Sand \nAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower\, \nHold infinity in the palm of your hand \nAnd Eternity in an hour. \n* \n  \nSome aphorisms from “THE MARRIAGE of HEAVEN and HELL”: \n  \nThe road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. \nHe whose face gives no light\, shall never become a star. \nEternity is in love with the productions of time. \nIf the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. \nPrisons are built with stones of Law\, Brothels with bricks of Religion. \nOne thought fills immensity. \nThe thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. \nThe soul of sweet delight can never be defil’d. \nAs the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on\, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. \nExuberance is Beauty. \n* \n  \n \n  \nFrom the Preface to Blake’s poem “Milton”: \n  \nShakespeare & Milton were both curb’d by the general malady & infection from the silly Greek & Latin slaves of the Sword. \nRouze up\, O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp\, the Court & the University\, who would\, if they could\, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. \n* \n  \nThe Little Vagabond \n  \nDear Mother\, dear Mother\, the Church is cold\, \nBut the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm: \nBesides I can tell where I am us’d well\, \nSuch usage in heaven will never do well. \n  \nBut if at the Church they would give us some Ale\, \nAnd a pleasant fire our souls to regale\, \nWe’d sing and we’d pray all the live-long day\, \nNor ever once wish from the Church to stray. \n  \nThen the Parson might preach\, & drink\, & sing\, \nAnd we’d be as happy as birds in the spring; \nAnd modest dame Lurch\, who is always at Church\, \nWould not have bandy children\, nor fasting\, nor birch. \n  \nAnd God\, like a father rejoicing to see \nHis children as pleasant and happy as he\, \nWould have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel\, \nBut kiss him\, & give him both drink and apparel. \n* \n  \nFrom “THE MARRIAGE of HEAVEN and HELL”: \n  \nThe ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses\, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods\, rivers\, mountains\, lakes\, cities\, nations\, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.  \nAnd particularly they studied the genius of each city & country\, placing it under its mental deity; \nTill a system was formed\, which some took advantage of\, & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood; \nChoosing forms of worship from poetic tales. \nAnd at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things. \nThus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast. \n* \n  \nFrom Enion’s lament from “The Four Zoas\, Night the Second”: \n  \n“…What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? \nOr wisdom for a dance in the street? No\, it is bought with the price \nOf all that a man hath\, his house\, his wife\, his children. \nWisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy\, \nAnd in the wither’d field where the farmer plows for bread in vain. \nIt is an easy thing to triumph in the summer’s sun \nAnd in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn. \nIt is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted\, \nTo speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer\, \nTo listen to the hungry raven’s cry in wintry season \nWhen the red blood is fill’d with wine & with the marrow of lambs. \nIt is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements\, \nTo hear the dog howl at the wintry door\, the ox in the slaughter house moan; \nTo see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast; \nTo hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies’ house; \nTo rejoice in the blight that covers his field\, & the sickness that cuts off his children\, \nWhile our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door\, & our children bring fruits & flowers. \nThen the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten\, & the slave grinding at the mill\, \nAnd the captive in chains\, & the poor in the prison\, & the soldier in the field \nWhen the shatter’d bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead. \nIt is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity: \nThus could I sing & thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.” \n* \n  \nTwo passages from “A Vision of the Last Judgment”: \n  \nMen are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed & govern’d their Passions or have No Passions\, but because they have Cultivated their Understandings. The Treasures of Heaven are not Negations of Passion\, but Realities of Intellect\, from which all the Passions Emanate Uncurbed in their Eternal Glory. The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy. Holiness is not The Price of Enterance into Heaven. Those who are cast out are All Those who\, having no Passions of their own because No Intellect\, Have spent their lives in Curbing & Governing other People’s by the Various arts of Poverty & Cruelty of all kinds. Wo\, Wo\, Wo to you Hypocrites. \n  \nand:  \n  \nThe Last Judgment is an Overwhelming of Bad Art & Science. Mental Things are alone Real; what is call’d Corporeal\, Nobody Knows of its Dwelling Place: it is in Fallacy\, & its Existence an Imposture. Where is the Existence Out of Mind or Thought? Where is it but in the Mind of a Fool? Some People flatter themselves that there will be No Last Judgment & that Bad Art will be adopted & mixed with Good Art\, That Error or Experiment will make a Part of Truth\, & they Boast that it is its Foundation; these people flatter themselves: I will not Flatter them. Error is Created. Truth is Eternal. Error\, or Creation\, will be Burned up\, & then\, & not till Then\, Truth or Eternity will appear. It is Burnt up the Moment Men cease to behold it. I assert for My Self that I do not behold the outward Creation & that to me it is hindrance & not Action; it is as the Dirt upon my feet\, No part of Me. “What\,” it will be Question’d\, “When the Sun rises\, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea?” O no\, no\, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying ‘Holy\, Holy\, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.’ I question not my Corporeal or Vegetative Eye any more than I would Question a Window concerning a Sight. I look thro’ it & not with it. \n* \n \n  \nBlake created a mythology that he elaborated in what are known as his “prophetic” poems. Carl Jung spoke of four basic functions: thinking\, feeling\, sensing (sense perception)\, and intuition. Blake had a similar idea. He said: “Four Mighty Ones are in every Man.” These four “zoas” are Los (Imagination)\, Luvah (Love or Emotion)\, Urizen (Reason)\, and Tharmas (the Senses or Body). The biggest difference is that Jung uses the term “intuition\,” while Blake uses the term “imagination.” For Blake\, a healthy person\, or a healthy Humanity\, should have these four things in balance. In his day\, he felt that Reason had usurped the throne\, and everything was tyrannizing over everything else. Imagination\, especially\, was in prison. \n  \nThis is just the tip of the iceberg. If these quotes have piqued your interest\, start by exploring Blake: Complete Writings\, edited by Geoffrey Keynes. Abridged versions of Blake\, leave out all kinds of treasures that he wrote in his notebooks\, et cetera. A good introduction to William Blake is Eternity’s Sunrise by Leo Damrosch. If you want to really get into William Blake\, the best book is Northrop Frye’s Fearful Symmetry. S. Foster Damon’s A Blake Dictionary is a helpful guide to Blake’s mythology. You can find out about Zoas and Enion and Albion and Vala and Nobodaddy and the Eyes of God\, et cetera… \n  \n  \nThe tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others only a Green thing which stands in the way. \n—William Blake (November 28\, 1757-August 12\, 1827)
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-9-1-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/N05887_10.jpg
END:VEVENT
END:VCALENDAR