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I’m assuming that none of the talks of the event will be available later on video, but I thought I’d ask. Have fun, Walter!

Dustin, I really enjoyed this, thank-you for sharing! Your words paint such wonderful pictures.

“…seeing​ ​Fuji​ ​planted​ ​solidly,​ ​majestically​ ​where​ ​it​ ​had​ ​always​ ​been.​”
This “story”, brings NOW / ‘I’ into immediate focus, and as such, it is not a story at all.
Thank you, Dustin!

Does ANYONE here agree with me that “Thoughts for David” seems to be addressed to me, not King David of the Bible?

Thanks Holger, another j/humble sale of wisdom to happily rummage through. 🤗

I’ve been keeping my audio muted when I’m not talking, so that others can see when I wish to talk. When I’m talking, I always mute when I’m done, to indicate that others may speak. However, some people can’t reach their Mute button from where they’re sitting, so I propose that we find a different way to indicate that each person “has the floor” and is speaking. For example, each person could put something around their neck to indicate that they are speaking (a necklace or a piece of string). Otherwise, with some people, there are pauses that can seem like they have stopped speaking, so they get interrupted often, which I’m sure doesn’t feel fair to them.

Since this post is specifically addressed to me, it seems obvious that I’m expected to respond. My response is that I find all of the teachings listed here to be without flaw. As I consider each one, I find it true. However, I also wonder that Holger addresses them to me, rather than to everyone. Why are they aimed just to me?

I think there is an implication that I need these instructions, that I am not aware of them, or that I could benefit from them.

But why me, and not everyone? Why am I the only one to whom these bits of wisdom (apparently validated by the great sainted Magdi himself) are directed?

Holger has maintained this teaching posture toward me for months now, publicly and especially via email. But he has also acknowledged my good familiarity with nonduality. So why would I need special coaching from Holger? And why, now, in such a public way?

I can only conclude that Holger judges me as faulty in some way, and as needing his teaching. Either he is aware of some lack in me that he is afraid to express directly, using plain words, to this group, a lack about which that he thinks I’m unaware, OR Holger is using me to deal with ego-based discomforts in himself by his constant playing the teacher with me.

I think it is now a good time for Holger to consider these alternatives and communicate a little more truthfully to me and to the group. It is time, Holger, to stop hiding behind dogmatic nonduality statements and start acting like a human being with a heart.

I try to be open and honest about myself in this group, whenever I become the subject of discussion; I’d like to see Holger try for once to do the same. Please find within yourself compassion and respect for another on your path, instead of repeatedly insulting me by treating me as a spiritually resistant beginner.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee

They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other’s neck, and Alice knew which was which in a moment, because one of them had “Dum” embroidered on his collar, and the other “Dee.” “I suppose they’ve each got “Tweedle” round the back of the collar,” she said to herself.
They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she was just looking round to see if the word “Tweedle” was written at the back of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from the one marked “Dum.”
“If you think we’re waxworks,” he said, “you ought to pay, you know.
Waxworks weren’t made to be looked at for nothing, nohow!”
“Contrariwise,” added the one marked “Dee,” “if you think we’re alive, you ought to speak.”
“I’m sure I’m very sorry,” was all Alice could say; for the words of the old song kept ringing through her head like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud:

“Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

“Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.”

[etc.]

*with gratitude to Lewis Carroll, from Through
the Looking-Glass, and gratitude to my parents,
who first gave me that book, along with Alice in
Wonderland (with the original illustrations by
the amazing John Tenniel.)

Lovely words, pointers, contemplations that reach beyond our limited personal mind and allow gems to surface from the source.