KFA - Krishnamurti Foundation of America

So, let's take the new form and define mind from it, which is to say, allow a meaning of mind to fit within it that form.

   The mind is then defined here as that which is empty when the division that creates things is missing from it.
  The empty mind is then one's senses providing the ground from which all division rises.
  The empty mind is either the senses full of light and delight, or it is where I find myself finding myself.
  The first is the making of it and the second realizes whose making it is by making itself as the maker.

Wherever in the process that making of oneself as one's self-making, wherever that reference was realized, that making brought presence to life as life present to itself, whenever in time that catch was made, that reflection is what bodies forth to meet that which is.

Take the form, fill it with words, then breath life into that form; thus an identity I made. The reflection that is the catching of the actor in action begins to control the scene it finds itself in. Look ma! I did doo-doo in the pot! Whoa ma, why the big stick?

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Last edited by wilbro99 (2012-07-07 00:12:57)

A bracing notion:

{What is the problem? The problem is a mind that has found itself in a way not compatible with the finding, and, until that mis-finding is found, and lost, that compatible finding cannot be made.}

wilbro99 wrote:

The empty mind is either the senses full of light and delight, or it is where I find myself finding myself.
 
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The empty mind has that sense of expansion to all space around; it moves as one with everything else. That is its delight.

The empty mind can view and sense the universe; its space is very huge. That is also its silence.

The occupied mind only sees its objects; obviously its movement is severely limited by its objects.

God has been bothering you again hasn't she Master Brown
Well you know the antidotes by now if it peels back too much skin.

Hi RJ, welcome to the idiot's corner of the forum. Make yourself at home.

Hey, its that God particle thingy that goes with acceleration that sets the sway of the catenary.

I can manage physics for idiots, e.g. the ilk of Paul Davies is about my limit... but that's okay, it's perfectly acceptable in polite company to forego rationality in favour of bafflement and wonder, in fact most people seem to prefer it.

Sibelius eh, I've been tinkering through a Chopin nocturne or two on the pianoforte after we finally got the green light from the sun to spend the day outdoors. Be careful of that Baroque stuff though young fella, too much of that stuff will start having you think you can explain everything if you just connect enough dots together.

Naw, RJ, all I did was define the great null gate.

That's the one you can't get through without losing  your identity on the way through.

I think I appointed Si a gate keeper. You'll have to ask him if he is still working the graveyard shift...

RJ, I would surmise that you did not ask for this, but your question of whether or not I possessed a gate was tossed into my question evaluator and the needle reached the 'great fun' mark. That mark cannot be resisted.

The gate is something the *life of identity* may encounter, and may not, and that depends upon whether or not it is encountered.

The *life of identity* begins with that *a = a* moment in which we first realize that we are the one who has come upon that realization.

The form of that realization is what I would tag as the act of reflection wherein the self-grasp is consummated.

Thus begins the *life of identity* as one's grasp of oneself as oneself. That is the category we have in common by the fact that it signifies the individual. It is the thread of individuality that ties us together.

Our individuality is that we all have in common, like hello other who smells as I smell, and lives and dies as I live and die.

That is the category in which the meaning of the gate is to be found; the act of reflection in which the self-grasp is the identity made.

This self-grasp is the continuity that allows for a temporal sense of self to arise to become the life of the self-grasper, to become my life experience. The continuity is the experiencer.

When that experiencer comes upon the gate, that signifies the experience of a discontinuity in the experience of self that registers as a loss of identity.

That would be in interruption of the act of identity that is sensed as a loss of identity in a way that was never experienced before.

The gate is then a point in time where the continuity of time was broken. I could say that something happened to the me to whom things happen.

Time out, the tomatoes need attending to this morning, and I have much cleanup work to do in the flower beds. I'll pick this up later…

Ok, RJ, the gate has come into being and been registered in memory as a discontinuity. In terms of reflection, the category being addressed here, the was of things now has a was that was, an old self prior to that discontinuity and a new self following it. The notion of transcendence is signified by the presence of the *absolute* gate that one *has passed through*.

The life of this identity has transcended itself by becoming a new life, and the gate has been passed through; the self-grasp has a new grasp of itself and that grasp changed at a given moment in time. The break in time could be tagged as the timeless moment, or some such.

If the first appearance of the gate in this life in time engenders the appearance of another gate in this life in time, the ladder of transcendence is there to be climbed. If an insight into this process is given, that ladder in time becomes a repeat in time, and the string of *absolute* gates becomes one *absolute gate*.

That one gate is the gate in question when you asked me if I had a gate. Yes, I have a gate, and that gate is the notion of a gate I have just delineated.

When that gate after gate becomes one gate, the gate becomes the between and its passing through becomes a return to what was before the gate appears. It's that transcendental ladder that gets yanked out from under one. Or again, one could pull a LW and pull that ladder up after one. One movement that appears in different guises, the ins and outs of which are the stuff of wonk.

See where this is leading? Does that answer your question? I'll let you fill in the blanks here. Enjoy!

[not an edit: we are over 200#'s of juicy, ripe tomatoes, and still counting. The neighbors are in ecstasy, of course.]

Drop in and take home a 'mater or so!

remember to floss when you are finished...

if only I actually understood your meaning awareness, I might be able to comment...are you reminding me to floss?  I was talking to rj about it, using his metaphor for an extension.

if you use hair-extensions after Baron Münchhausen, who allegedly pulled himself and the horse on which he was sitting out of a swamp by his own hair, then it could be that it would be without success;-)