There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond us all, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in our heart.
(Chandogya Upanishad)
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And he saith unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Ye shall see the heaven opened, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man.
Then He said to him, I assure you, most solemnly I tell you all, you shall see heaven opened, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man!
I assure you that you will see heaven open and God’s angels going up to heaven and down to earth on the Human One.”
You will even see heaven open and the angels of God coming back and forth to me, the Messiah.”
I tell you the truth: before our journey is complete, you will see the heavens standing open while heavenly messengers ascend and descend, swirling around the Son of Man.
(John 1:51)
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The world itself is a miracle. I am beyond miracles — I am absolutely normal. With me everything happens as it must. I do not interfere with creation. Of what use are small miracles to me when the greatest of miracles is happening all the time? Whatever you see it is always your own being that you see. Go ever deeper into yourself, seek within, there is neither violence nor nonviolence in self-discovery. The destruction of the false is not violence.
(Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj)
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He who learns in contemplation the holy words of our discourse, the light of his vision is his adoration. This is my truth.
(Bhagavad Gita)
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The tangle which is entirely below the level of consciousness can be set right by being with yourself, the ‘I am’, by watching yourself in your daily life with alert interest with the intention to understand rather than to judge, in full acceptance of whatever may emerge, because it is there, you encourage the deep to come to the surface and enrich your life and consciousness with its captive energies. This is the great work of awareness; it removes obstacles and releases energies by understanding the nature of life and mind. Intelligence is the door to freedom and alert attention is the mother of intelligence.
(Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj)
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Nietzsche & Derrida & I Ching Footnotes
Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard’s rustling, a breath, a breeze, a moment’s glance — it is little that makes the best happiness. Still! … What happened to me? Listen! Did time perhaps fly away? Do I not fall? Did I not fall — listen! — into the well of eternity? What is happening to me? Still! I have been stung, alas — in the heart? In the heart! Oh break, break, heart, after such happiness, after such as sting. How? Did not the world become perfect just now? Round and ripe? Oh, the golden round ring — where may it fly? Shall I run after it? Quick! Still!
(Nietzsche , Thus Spake Zarathustra)
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they needed to diminish the stitches or reduce the knit of what they were working on. And for this dimunition, needles and hands had to work with two loops at once, or at least play with more than one.
weaving a shroud by saving the lost threads (the lost sons) …
(Derrida)
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One-eyed person is still able to see,
Lame person is still able to walk.
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Review the past,
Summarize the journey.
Everything is fulfilled.
Supreme good fortune.
(I Ching)
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It calls upon the reader as witness in the way one might address oneself to a confessor or to some transferential addressee, some would say to an analyst, assuming that the reader is not always an analyst. Freud,then, has the premonition (Ich ahne) that something exceeds the analysis. The interpretation, the analytic deciphering, the Deutung of a certain fragment did not go far enough: a hidden meaning (verborgenne Sinn) exceeds the analysis.
Even in their guardianship or their hermeneutic tradition, the archives could neither do without substrate nor without residence.
It is thus, in this domiciliation, in this house arrest, that archives take place. The dwelling, this place where they dwell permanently, marks this institutional passage from the private to the public, which does not always mean from the secret to the nonsecret. (It is what is happening, right here, when a house, the Freuds’ last house, becomes a museum: the passage from one institution to another.) With such a status, the documents, which are not always discursive writings, are only kept and classified under the title of the archive by virtue of a privileged topology. They inhabit this unusual place, this place of election where law and singularity intersect in privilege. At the intersection of the topological and the nomological, of the place and the law, of the substrate and the authority, a scene of domiciliation becomes at once visible and invisible. I stress this point for reasons which will, I hope, appear more clearly later. They all have to do with this topo-nomology, with this archontic dimension of domiciliation, with this archic, in truth patriarchic, function, without which no archive would ever come into play or appear as such. To shelter itself and sheltered, to conceal itself. This archontic function is not solely topo-nomological. It does not only require that the archive be deposited somewhere, on a stable substrate, and at the disposition of a legitimate hermeneutic authority. The archontic power, which also gathers the functions of unification, of identification, of classification, must be paired with what we will call the power of consignation. By consignation, we do not only mean, in the ordinary sense of the word, the act of assigning residence or of entrusting so as to put into reserve (to consign, to deposit), in a place and on a substrate, but here the act of consigning through gathering together signs. It is not only the traditional consignatio, that is, the written proof, but what all consignatio begins by presupposing. Consignation aims to coordinate a single corpus, in a system or a synchrony in which all the elements articulate the unity of an ideal configuration. In an archive, there should not be any absolute dissociation, any heterogeneity or secret which could separate (secernere), or partition, in an absolute manner. The archontic principle of the archive is also a principle of consignation, that is, of gathering together.
(Jacques Derrida)