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§40 Who sees through your eyes?
Look deep into yourself.
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Philosophy |
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This question (who sees through your eyes?)is asked repeatedly in the philosophy course I have attended for two years. The courses are free (only room hire expenses are charged)and are international. I highly recommend their basic course.
This link gives details of worldwide locations (look under 'branches of the school').
www.schooleconomicscience.org
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The observer |
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This website is the closest to my book that I have seen. This is a good way of answering 'who sees through your eyes'
www.adyashanti.org/index.php?file=watchvideo
and choose 'Association with truth'
There is so much on this site that you can spend weeks on it if you wish.
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Akiane |
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A child prodigy? There are very many people who do things which we think of as impossible. Who is seeing through their eyes?
www.artakiane.com/home.htm
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Be thou my vision |
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Surrender to that which looks through our eyes.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85L6h88rmUs
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
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John
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Which came first? |
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I wrote this poem (no, it was written through me!)two years ago and rediscovered it recently. It means more to me now than it did then.
Which came first?
What we know as ego
Is but a shell around us.
We are not chicks yet.
Which came first?
There is no joke.
Birth has not yet taken place.
Our beaks are yet tapping the very fabric of heaven.
Our feet, curled and withered, are taking us nowhere.
They know not what life is.
We think we know
But consciousness deceives
And unconsciousness is what we are
Sleeping, waiting, growing.
We seek the womb, safe, but not real life
In our darkness what we think light is but sun’s shadow
Filtered by the veil in our eyes
Like the unborn.
We can wake up
We can be born
One small step we need
A giant leap perhaps
But surely egg and ego go
Like Humpty, broken,
Not mended, but
Yet evolved into something new, something fresh
Freed from false limits.
We have the answer
Now we know.
Jan 07
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John
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The Fool on the Hill |
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Who is the fool?
Listen to or read the words
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Hlw_9ldThs
Day after day, alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice .....
But the fool ..... spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool ..... spinning around.
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