Charley and Patricia have images of themselves that theyโre proud enough of to publish, and images of others who are allegedly polluting and corrupting the teaching, so yes, there is image-making going onโฆ
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Crows always look like they have trouble flying, like itโs a chore. Every bird here has a different style. The languid flight of the heron. The speed skater pace of the gulls. The eagles. The Osprey, the helter skelter of the mourning doves. They have a clumsiness about them which is endearing.
If I believe I have undergone the transformation K spoke of; that I am free, selfIess, empty, etc., I canโt help but convey that belief because it is a pathological condition - not a matter of โstyleโ.
Image-Making,
Actually, Charley cannot form images of anything anymore, canโt even daydream. Never felt prideโฆ What is interesting are the projections of others, which say more of the the person projecting rather than anything else. Insofar as talking about oneโs insights, etc. K said it was perfectly fine to talk about anything up to the point that one has actually lived and seen and understood oneselfโฆ So, in a healthy manner, one might say that one doesnโt believe Charley, that would be fine, anything elseโฆ (tsk)
One has made a mental note within to recall who the tomato throwers are, and who is polluting the Teaching โฆ After a day or two, canโt even remember what the tomatoes were apart from one major oneโฆ (which one also made a mental note to recall) โฆ canโt speak of Patricia personally, apart from the wonderful fact that on her and partnerโs website, there is one piece of art with love, the real thing, in itโฆ saw that immediatelyโฆ *S
Wow, Charley is really somethingโฆ
So why does she bother testifying to her freedom? If sheโs free, wouldnโt she have better things to do than celebrate and defend herself in an online forum where participants claim nothing more for themselves than an interest in Kโs teaching?
Inquiry Kimo
Your response to my post sounds โcrazyโ. Are you all right?
This is a Nature thread which I live inโฆ
I was noting the different ways birds here by the river flyโฆtheir styles of flight. I think because of other posts on this thread that my description of the birds was taken to not be that but something derogatory. It certainly was not. Hence the shock from Inquiryโs post.
Hi Inquiry. I understood Danโs post to be an interesting observation of birdlife in the area where he lives. I didnโt see anything wrong with it and it didnโt seem like Dan was in any way claiming to have gone through a K like transformation.
Thanks Sean! My โtransformationโ is a work in progress. 
Although I am feeling these strange urges for Mercedes Benzes and suits from Saville Row.
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I didnโt include the Turkey Buzzard. Though the most ungainly of the birds here itโs probably the best at flying. It stays aloft for long periods rarely flapping its wings. That makes sense because as Iโve read it locates the carrion that it feeds on by sensing the gas given off by the dead body. It can sense this from quite high altitudes. Watching the buzzard fly and circle is like watching a sailplane adjust itself to the air currents. Then it locates the carrion by homing in on the stronger and stronger concentration of scent and then following it down to the ground.
It sounds like the Turkey Buzzard is a vulture. In Spain we have the Lammergeir or Quebrantahuesos (bone breaker) in Spanish. It gets this name from the way it drops animal bones from on high on to rocks to break them into smaller pieces. Are we allowed to talk about birds on Kinfonet, I wonder? Will Dev clamp down on this?
Dan, do you know the word โjizzโ? Itโs a word to describe more than a birdโs behaviour or flight style and encompasses the whole vibe that a particular bird species gives off.
Thanks Sean. I was not familiar with that term.
My mistake. I thought you were being metaphorical referring to Charley,
I apologized to Dan for making the mistake of thinking that he was commenting on Charley. I thought he was saying that Charleyโs belief that she is transformed is a matter of style, and not the pathology that it is.
Birds,
Ever since one saw Jurassic Park, there are occasions when one is feeding one particular gull (little bits of crust from the pizza that one is eating al fresco), and it complains and shrieks at me when too much time has elapsed while chewing carefully the pizza before one gives it another little bit). Itโs a really well-fed healthy gull. One wondered whether it was a good idea to continue feeding it (being that one is not that far from the ocean and it could just as easily go to the coast and dive for little fish), so moved about a block away, and wouldnโt you know, the same bird found me again. He or she is really greedy. Apparently, this gull has evolved from Tyrannosaurus rex. And human beings have evolved into the greatest and most dangerous predator on the planet (well, one saw inside this sort of newt-like creature that gulped air as it came out of muck, from which one evolved). Itโs interesting to watch it, as it always seems to have a kind of 6th sense, even though it doesnโt seem to stop keeping an eye on me, to know if someone is walking by, it moves automatically to keep a safe distance from them, and immediately comes back to me. On has seen a film (The Divided Brain, 2019) about an animalโs left and right hemispheres, how one hemisphere keeps an โeyeโ (so to speak) out for danger, while the other hemisphere can concentrate on feeding.
Ok, thanks for clearing that up Inquiry.
I donโt think youโll find anyone here (other than Charley) delusional enough to boast that they donโt โcarry the images of others in themselvesโ.
some here seem to be more interested in image-making rather than being able in observing themselves.
Itโs more accurate to say that most here would confess to image-making and inability to observe themselves clearly due to their conditioning, their content, having not undergone the transformation that a few here believe they have undergone.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐?
The dew-snail;
the low-flying sparrow;
the bat, on the wind, in the dark;
big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest performance;
the soft toad, patient in the hot sand;
the sweet-hungry ants;
the uproar of mice in the empty house;
the tin music of the cricketโs body;
the blouse of the goldenrod.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข โ๐๐๐?
The thrush greeting the morning;
the little bluebirds in their hot box;
the salty talk of the wren,
then the deep cup of the hour of silence.
๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
The oaks, letting down their dark and hairy fruit;
the carrot, rising in its elongated waist;
the onion, sheet after sheet, curved inward to the pale green wand;
at the end of summer the brassy dust, the almost liquid beauty of the flowers;
then the ferns, scrawned black by the frost.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข?
The swallows making their dip and turn over the water.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?
My dog: her energy and exuberance, her willingness,
her language beyond all nimbleness of tongue,
her recklessness, her loyalty, her sweetness,
her strong legs, her curled black lip, her snap.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐?
Queen Anneโs lace, with its parsnip root;
the everlasting in its bonnets of wool;
the kinks and turns of the tupeloโs body;
the tall, blank banks of sand;
the clam, clamped down.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐?
The sea, and its wide shoulders;
the sea and its triangles;
the sea lying back on its long athleteโs spine.
๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
The green beast of the hummingbird;
the eye of the pond;
the wet face of the lily;
the bright, puckered knee of the broken oak;
the red tulip of the foxโs mouth;
the up-swing, the down-pour, the frayed sleeve of the first snowโ
so the gods shake us from our sleep.
๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ
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โWhat can we learn from nature?โ
Are we part of the nature or are we self-made and apart from the nature?