The Development Of Hell


It is like the story of the hermit who saw a leg of lamb in front of him, and wanted to pick it up and cook it. His teacher told him to mark it with a cross, then later he discovered that the cross was marked on his own chest. It is that kind of notion; you think there is something outside to attack or fight or win over. In most cases hatred is like that. You are angry with something and try to destroy it, but at the same time the process becomes self-destructive, it turns inward and you would like to run away from it; but then it seems too late, you are the anger itself, so there is nowhere to run away. You are haunting yourself constantly, and that is the development of hell.


– Chogyam Trungpa



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Neither Ignorance Nor Illusion


Neither ignorance nor illusion ever happened to you. Find the self to which you ascribe ignorance and illusion and your question will be answered. You talk as if you know the self and see it to be under the sway of ignorance and illusion. But, in fact, you do not know the self, nor are you aware of ignorance.


By all means, become aware, this will bring you to the self and you will realize that there is neither ignorance nor delusion in it. It is like saying: if there is sun, how can darkness be? As under a stone there will be darkness, however strong the sunlight, so in the shadow of the “I-am-the-body” consciousness there must be ignorance and illusion.


Don’t ask ‘why’ and ‘how’. It is in the nature of creative imagination to identify itself with its creations. You can stop it any moment by switching off attention. Or though investigation.


– Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


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The Dimly Recalled Homeland


…that other freer place, the dimly recalled homeland… such people, called outsiders by some, are still slaves, like all their fellows bound in the flesh, but they are particularly unhappy ones because they know they are enslaved and cannot, like their companions, simply lose themselves in the game of everyday life.


– Halevi, Z’en ben Shimon




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Fighting Machines And Self-Pitying Machines


Your parents were fighting machines and self-pitying machines,” said the book. “Your mother was programmed to bawl out your father for being a defective moneymaking machine, and your father was programmed to bawl her out for being a defective housekeeping machine. They were programmed to bawl each other out for being defective loving machines. “Then your father was programmed to stomp out of the house and slam the door. This automatically turned your mother into a weeping machine. And your father would go down to a tavern where he would get drunk with some other drinking machines. Then all the drinking machines would go to a whorehouse and rent fucking machines. And then your father would drag himself home to become an apologizing machine. And your mother would become a very slow forgiving machine.


– Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast Of Champions








The Sugar-Doll


It should never be forgotten that it is the ocean itself which becomes the man in the boat, the boat and the Boatman. The moment the man drowns himself in the ocean he gets lost in the ocean, like a sugar-doll; and he realizes “I was and am the ocean, though previously I knew it not.”


– Meher Baba




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