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Dear Reader – You are warmly invited to the next DVD satsang gathering, next Monday evening – 5th March,  7pm – 9pm in Ocean Shores.   We  will be showing a DVD of Adyashanti entitled “The Full Aliveness of Being” recorded in August 2010.

“Many people engage in spirituality with a grasping energy to acquire beliefs, attain experiences or become somebody.  Yet it is this seeking mind that actually prevents our direct perception of what we already are.”  In this enlivening satsang, Adyashanti reveals a different way of listening and perceiving that can help us recognize what doesn’t need to be acquired”

If you are new to Adyashanti’s  teachings, you may find, as I have, that his simplicity, freshness and originality  in unravelling the journey of spiritual awakening and beyond is quite unique.  While honouring his Zen lineage, he also stresses the importance of not relying on any teacher, and instead looking to our direct experience and fearlessly exploring our own lives.  The author of “The End of your World”, “Emptiness Dancing” and “True Meditation”, Adyashanti dares all seekers of peace and freedom to take the possibility of liberation in this lifetime seriously!

Please arrive at 6.50pm to get settled before we begin at 7 pm.  Thank you

Please  send a message via the contact page if you would like to join us – or join up on the Meet-Up group – http://www.meetup.com/thebyronbayadvaitaand nondualmeetupgroup

Warm regards,

Grace

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There has been a great gift for me in being with my cat, Edward, through his illness and death.  From the time I knew he was dying I grieved deeply.  I found it hard to speak about it without sobbing, I cancelled all my clients and I just stayed with the process – with him and with myself for what turned out to be a week. My heart just hung open and there was a deep sweetness in the pain.  I was reminded of the wonderful Leunig’s poem – I dont recall it exactly, but it was about grief – letting your heart hang open, let the wind blow through it, the sun warm it, a stray dog lick it, and a bird to sing in it.  People in the street sensed the total unguardedness of the heart and smiled.  I told him I was OK, he could go.  I got homeopathics for all of us – including Maisie, the dog.  Still he stayed, unable now to smile at me, but still coming on wobbly legs for a cuddle.   By Monday it was clear that he was suffering, and I had a decision to make.  I had thought it was his own journey, a journey I could only take with him so far.  I wanted him to know for himself when his time had come, not be over-ridden by me.

By Tuesday, I just wanted him not to suffer any more.  People who loved him called in, some 10 in all – most calling round to say goodbye, not realising how close his passing was.  That was Edward – without his ever uttering a word, we all recognised the love that he was – not in any sentimental way, but in recognition of our own Essence, that which is our true nature.  He was often feisty, asking for what he wanted clearly, now I had to decide for him.  It was St. Valentine’s Day.  What a perfect day for a Lover to pass over – all that love in the air.  A dear friend called over spontaneously in the late afternoon –  and it was time.  I called the vet, asked if he would come here, to my home and graciously, with great heart, he agreed.  We sat on the back deck, in the beautiful light of the coming evening, the sun lighting the trees and the ocean, and he died peacefully in my arms. I felt calm and honoured.  I sat with him on my lap for half an hour or so.  There was tremendous energy moving through his body.  It vibrated into my hands and into my lap and continued for about 25 mins.  The whole house was full of love – a full, rich presence.

I laid him on his favourite chair, and my friend and I ate fish and chips!  Later we took him out to the garden to bury, but when we got there, I knew I wasn’t ready, so he went back to the chair where he stayed all night.  Maisie kept running round the house, looking at the ceiling …….. a bit freaked out!  The next morning, early, a couple of friends and I buried him – in his favourite spot in the garden.  We sang, read poems, laid flowers and cried.  We lit candles and incense and later this week, I threw some sunflower seeds where he is buried – I hope they grow with big shiny, smiling faces!

I found this quote by Eckhart Tolle

“I have known three Zen masters in my life, and all of them were cats”

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