Guarding the Heart

Hi Meg :slight_smile:
You wrote:

Definitely, Meg. (I am still laughing…)
You are a remarkable woman :grin:
I find Jims “scriblings in a notebook” remarkable too!
May all your Nows be Here

Not sure you got where I was coming from (my own fault, am typing fast). The self lives in a spot a couple of fingers lengths to the right of the heart. But the self is everything everwhere. It’s a contradiction. Everything you can think or say about the heart is utter contradiction. Anything thought or said about heart that’s not utter contradiction isn’t about heart, it’s about mind about heart.

Katrine, if we all tried to be only wise here, we’d 1. fail and 2. be here out of an ego goal to impress each other with our wisdom (rather than to exchange notes), which would be a drag. I do my damndest to let all my foolishness hang out.
The Elvis stuff…don’t even remember. Just some silly this or that that’s cropped up a few times. Nothing all that juicy.

Jim Wrote:
“The self lives in a spot a couple of fingers lengths to the right of the heart. But the self is everything everwhere. It’s a contradiction. Everything you can think or say about the heart is utter contradiction.”
OK, now you have me interested. What is a couple finger lengths to the right of the heart? Or is that an arbitrary spot to make a point?

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Jim wrote:

To make it even simpler:
It is when I operate from being an individual entity that I am feeling that I come from mye heart, belly or whatever. While in reality, there is nobody there to have a heart. :slight_smile: Simply said: The heart is all of existence. All that I see is the heart of the universe. All your words can also be said about existence itself. All is one…so why bother intellectualizing. And this explains why I cried. I always do that in the presence of Being. The article simply propelled me into the depth of now.
I love exchanging notes with you, Jim
May all your Nows be Here

To make it even simpler:
It is when I operate from being an individual entity that I am feeling that I come from mye heart, belly or whatever. While in reality, there is nobody there to have a heart. :slight_smile: Simply said: The heart is all of existence. All that I see is the heart of the universe. All your words can also be said about existence itself. All is one…so why bother intellectualizing. And this explains why I cried. I always do that in the presence of Being. The article simply propelled me into the depth of now.


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And to make it even MORE simpler:
Om…