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The interpretation of the holy teachings has long been the sole activity of the monks of the Gaesheen Valley. They read ceaselessly the sacred scrolls and ponder to themselves the precise meanings to be gained from them.
By Thomas WilochOctober 1984Wycke, I knew, had thought of his eyes as prisms, capable of seeing many points of view at once. They sat in deep dark sockets, alert, cautious, and ever vulnerable, like two small animals uneasy in their burrows.
By Reid ChampagneSeptember 1984He is beautiful at that moment, because of work, because of absorption in some kind of work. He is doing something he cares about doing. He cares rather tremendously. I think most men I have thought beautiful as I looked at them have been so because they cared.
By Sherwood AndersonSeptember 1984August 1984The physical senses actually can be said to create the physical world, in that they force you to perceive an available field of energy in physical terms, and impose a highly specialized pattern upon this field of reality. Using the physical senses, you can perceive reality in no other way.
Seth in Jane Roberts’ Seth Speaks
To a wedding reception in Buffalo, across the endless Atlantic, with LSD to a raki bottle with a note inside
By Our ReadersAugust 1984He struggled heavily between acceptance and terror, until at last the terror went, little by little, like the receding cry of a startled bird.
By Francesca HamptonJune 1984At this point Maharaj-ji said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you were so attached to money.” And with that he took a set of tongs, reached into the fire, and began pulling new, unburned rupee notes from the fire until he had returned all the rupees to the sadhu. After that, the sadhu did not sit on Maharaj-ji’s tucket anymore — but at his feet.
By Ram DassFebruary 1984Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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