Monthly Archives: January 2015

Cherie Carter-Scott

The Ten Rules For Being Human

Rule One – You will receive a body.

You may love it or hate it, but it will be
yours for the duration of your life on Earth.

Rule Two – You will be presented with lessons.
You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called “life”.
Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or hate them, but you have designed them as part of your curriculum.

Rule Three – There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of experimentation, a series of trials,
errors and occasional victories. The failed experiments are as much as a part of the process as the experiments that work.

Rule Four – The lesson is repeated until learned.
Lessons will be repeated to you in various forms until you
have learned them. When you have learned them, you can go on to the next lesson.

Rule Five – Learning does not end.
There is no part of life that does not contain lessons.
If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.

Rule Six – “There” is no better than “here”.
When your “there” has become “here” you will simply
obtain another “there” that will look better to you than your present “here”.

Rule Seven – Others are only mirrors of you.
You cannot love or hate something about another person
unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.

Rule Eight – What you make of your life is up to you.
You have all the tools and resources you need.
What you do with them is up to you.

Rule Nine – Your answers lie inside of you.
All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.

Rule Ten – You will forget all this at birth.
You can remember it if you want by unravelling
the double helix of inner-knowing.

 

 

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Timothy Leary

“Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.”

Rumi

This Guest House (Rumi)

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

~ from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

Story from China

Getting Out of the Rut

 Once upon a time there was an Emperor of China who thought he

was dying, so weak, listless and depressed was he. Nothing

pleased him any more and his advisers and physicians, unable to

come up with any cure for his malaise, feared for their lives as the

Emperor became more and more irritable every day. They

scoured the land for anyone who might help them to heal their

master and restore him to good spirits. They were overjoyed when

one day a Taoist sage turned up at the court claiming to have just

the right remedy for the Emperor’s disease. ‘There is,’ he said to

the ill-tempered Emperor, ‘a precious stone in your garden which

will restore you. It is a magic gem and buried deep. Find it, and

you will be well again.’ The Emperor immediately started to give

orders, but the impassive old man cut him short. ‘No sir, others

can not do it for you, for only you can find it.’

 

Grudgingly, the Emperor heaved himself out of the bed from

which he had not moved for weeks, called for a spade, and

accompanied by the sage and curious counsellors, headed for the

garden which surrounded the palace. They eventually came to a

halt at the spot indicated by the sage. ‘Here,’ he said, ‘is where you

have to dig. Remember, the stone is buried deep.’ The Emperor set

to work. Day one passed with him puffing and blowing with the

unaccustomed effort — but without unearthing the stone. Day two

passed in the same way, the Emperor by now almost invisible in

the deep hole but clearly audible as he cursed the sage and

threatened execution if he proved to be lying. That night the

Emperor’s snores could be heard throughout the palace as he slept

more deeply than ever before in his life. On the third day his

guards were startled early in the morning when he cheerfully

called for a hearty breakfast and then set off, humming to himself,

to resume his digging. By how the hole was very deep and from it

the astonished courtiers heard the recently moribund Emperor

singing to himself as he dug away. Relieved, they summoned the

sage and asked him how long it would be before their master

found the precious stone. ‘Sounds like he’s found it already’, was

the answer. But by now the Emperor (who was no fool) had also

got the message. ‘Who needs a stone?’ he laughed at the end of the

day. ‘Thanks to that old rascal, I’ve never felt better in my life. He

shall be rewarded!’