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The Once And Future King

Post by myself » Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:25 pm

I'm now reading The Once And Future King by T.H. White.

Excellent book! VERY FUNNY! It's about the story of King Arthur.. from the time he was a kid and first met Merlyn. As a child his nickname was "the Wart".

Here's an excerpt from it... when he first meets Merlyn and sees that Merlyn has a pet owl.

Merlyn took off his pointed hat when he came into this chamber, because it was too high for the roof, and immediately there was a scamper in one of the dark corners and a flap of soft wings, and a tawny owl was sitting on the black skull-cap which protected the top of his head.
"Oh, what a lovely owl!" cried the Wart.
But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through -- as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek -- and said in a doubtful voice:
"There is no owl."
Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.
"It is only a boy," said Merlyn.
"There is no boy," said the owl hopefully, without turning round.



:lol:

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Post by din » Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:43 am

How can you read a book like that???

I am eating, sleeping, thinking, dreaming pure consciousness, ego, enlightenment all the time.

How can you be so lackadaisical about it?

Well actually, to be honest, I do enjoy a good movie now and then. :D
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Post by myself » Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:07 am

din wrote:How can you read a book like that???

I am eating, sleeping, thinking, dreaming pure consciousness, ego, enlightenment all the time.

How can you be so lackadaisical about it?

Well actually, to be honest, I do enjoy a good movie now and then. :D
Cool, Din... what kind of movies do you like? :D

Hey... if you don't mind I'd like to send you a BIG HUG! :D ... I'm feeling awefully lovey-dovey tonight. It's like all this love and affection just came pouring out... (while I was shopping at Walmart of all things.. haha) and I just want to run around and hug everyone. Yeah I know... I'm kinda weird like that... lol!

Anyway... I do enjoy bantering with you, ya know. As I mentioned some time before when we were first on the Power of Now board together... I enjoyed the banter at first, which we started right away... but then I started taking your responses personally and then reacted to you in a negative way. But after a while I had insight about it and realized I was projecting something on you... and I owned my reaction. And afterwards there was such peace... and a natural fondness for you came out. I enjoy your style and playfulness. Not many can really play with me... and I sense you can. Thank you.

Ok... now back to mud slinging. Carry on, soldier. :lol:

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Post by MatthewCromer » Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:19 am

I am eating, sleeping, thinking, dreaming pure consciousness, ego, enlightenment all the time.


How can you be so lackadaisical about it?
Perhaps because she has learned to trust that she can never be lost, that everything that unfolds is enlightenment. That there is nowhere "she" needs to go, no path to tread, no understanding to arrive at. Just ever-unfolding, always shining Awareness casting its light upon all things, and beyond even that an undivided Unity of all that is.
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Post by din » Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:25 am

And afterwards there was such peace... and a natural fondness for you came out.
Oh,oh, the flesh is beginning to respond!!! :oops:

She's flirting again!!!


All right ladies, let her have it!!! :lol: :lol: :lol:
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Post by din » Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:28 am

Perhaps because she has learned to trust that she can never be lost, that everything that unfolds is enlightenment. That there is nowhere "she" needs to go, no path to tread, no understanding to arrive at. Just ever-unfolding, always shining Awareness casting its light upon all things, and beyond even that an undivided Unity of all that is.
I have to admit something to you Matthew.

There is still something amiss at the center of my being.

Even though I know what I am beyond form, there is still this craving, this calling from within.

The journey is far from over for me.

As Adyashanti says: "There is a whole new unfolding that begins".
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Post by Anois » Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:00 am

And afterwards there was such peace... and a natural fondness for you came out.
Din, I mightn't yet quite put it like that but sure you're not so bad after all.

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Post by myself » Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:35 pm

MatthewCromer wrote:
I am eating, sleeping, thinking, dreaming pure consciousness, ego, enlightenment all the time.


How can you be so lackadaisical about it?
Perhaps because she has learned to trust that she can never be lost, that everything that unfolds is enlightenment. That there is nowhere "she" needs to go, no path to tread, no understanding to arrive at. Just ever-unfolding, always shining Awareness casting its light upon all things, and beyond even that an undivided Unity of all that is.
You got it darlin'!!

smooch :D

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Post by myself » Thu Aug 10, 2006 3:29 pm

din wrote: There is still something amiss at the center of my being.

Even though I know what I am beyond form, there is still this craving, this calling from within.

The journey is far from over for me.
Hey Din,

You might enjoy this... it's also from The Once And Future King...

While the Wart is lost in the woods he comes across a knight by the name of King Pellinore. It seems King Pellinore is on a quest...

I'm just going to type out this part because I think it'll be more interesting this way... (it's worth the read... indulge me won't you?)
"Please," said the Wart, "I am a boy whose guardian is Sir Ector."
"Charming fellah," said the Knight. "Never met him in me life."
"Can you tell me the way back to the castle?"
"Faintest idea. Stranger in these parts meself."
"I am lost," said the Wart.
"Funny thing that. Now I have been lost for seventeen years."
"Name of King Pellinore," continued the Knight. "May have heard of me, what?" The visor shut with a pop, like an echo to the What, but was opened again immediately. "Seventeen years ago, come Michaelmas, and been after the Questing Beast ever since. Boring, very."
"I should think it would be," said the Wart, who had never heard of King Pellinore, nor of the Questing Beast, but he felt that this was the safest thing to say in the circumstances.
"It is the Burden of the Pellinores," said the King proudly. "Only a Pellinore can catch it-- that is, of course, or his next of kin. Train all the Pellinores with that idea in mind. Limited eddication, rather. Fewmets and all that."
"I know what fewmets are," said the boy with interest. "They are the droppings of the beast pursued. The harborer keeps them in his horn, to show to his master, and can tell by them whether it is a warrantable beast or otherwise, and what state it is in."
"Intelligent child," remarked the King. "Very. Now I carry fewmets about with me practically all the time."
"Insanitary habit," he added, beginning to look dejected, "and quite pointless. Only one Questing Beast, you know, so there can't be any question whether she is warrantable or not."
Here his visor began to droop so much that the Wart decided he had better forget his own troubles and try to cheer his companion, by asking questions on the one subject about which he seemed qualified to speak. Even talking to a lost royalty was better than being alone in the wood.
"What does the Questing Beast look like?"
"Ah, we call it the Beast Glatisant, you know," replied the monarch, assuming a learned air and beginning to speak quite volubly. "Now the Beast Glatisant, or, as we say in English, the Questing Beast -- you may call it either," he added graciously -- "this Beast has the head of a serpent, ah, and the body of a libbard, the haunches of a lion, and he is footed like a hart. Wherever this beast goes he makes a noise in his belly as it had been the noise of thirty couple of hounds questing.
"Except when he is drinking, of course," added the King.
"It must be a dreadful kind of monster," said the Wart, looking about him anxiously.
"A dreadful monster," repeated the King. "It is the Beast Glatisant."
"And how do you follow it?"
This seemed to be the wrong question, for Pellinore began to look even more depressed.
"I have a brachet," he said sadly. "There she is, over there."
The Wart looked in the direction which had been indicated with a despondent thumb, and saw a lot of rope wound round a tree. The other end of the rope was tied to King Pellinore's saddle.
"I do not see her very well."
"Wound herself round the other side, I dare say. She always goes the opposite way from me."
The Wart went over to the tree and found a large white dog scratching herself for fleas. As soon as she saw the Wart, she began wagging her whole body, grinning vacuously, and panting in her efforts to lick his face, in spite of the cord. She was too tangled up to move.
"It's quite a good brachet," said King Pellinore, "only it pants so, and gets wound round things, and goes the opposite way. What with that and the visor, what, I sometimes don't know which way to turn."
"Why don't you let her loose?" asked the Wart. "She would follow the Beast just as well like that."
"She goes right away then, you see, and I don't see her sometimes for a week."
"Gets a bit lonely without her," added the King, "following the Beast about, and never knowing where one is. Makes a bit of company, you know."
"She seems to have a friendly nature."
"Too friendly. Sometimes I doubt whether she is really chasing the Beast at all."
"What does she do when she sees it?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, well," said the Wart. "I dare say she will get to be interested in it after a time."
"It is eight months, anyway, since we saw the Beast at all."
The poor fellow's voice had grown sadder and sadder since the beginning of the conversation, and now he definitely began to snuffle. "It is the curse of the Pellinores," he exclaimed. "Always mollocking about after that beastly Beast. What on earth use is she, anyway? First you have to stop to unwind the brachet, then your visor falls down, then you can't see through your spectacles. Nowhere to sleep, never know where you are. Rheumatism in the winter, sunstroke in the summer. All this horrid armour takes hours to put on. When it is on it's either frying or freezing, and it gets rusty. You have to sit up all night polishing the stuff. Oh, how I do wish I had a nice house of my own to live in, a house with beds in it and real pillows and sheets. If I was rich that's what I would buy. A nice bed with a nice pillow and a nice sheet that you could lie in, and then I would put this beastly horse in a meadow and tell that beastly brachet to run away and play, and throw all this beastly armour out of the window, and let the beastly Beast go and chase himself-- that I would."
"If you could show me the way home," said the Wart craftily, "I am sure Sir Ector would put you up in a bed for the night."
"Do you really mean it?" cried the King. "In a bed?"
"A feather bed."
King Pellinore's eyes grew round as saucers. "A feather bed!" he repeated slowly. "Would it have pillows?"
"Down pillows."
"Down pillows!" whispered the King, holding his breath. And then, letting it out in one rush, "What a lovely house your gentleman must have!"
"I do not think it is more than two hours away," said the Wart, following up his advantage.
"And did this gentleman really send you out to invite me?" (He had forgotten about the Wart being lost.) "How nice of him, how very nice of him, I do think, what?"
"He will be pleased to see us," said the Wart truthfully.
"Oh, how nice of him," exclaimed the King again, beginning to bustle about with his various trappings. "And what a lovely gentleman he must be, to have a feather bed!"
"I suppose I should have to share it with somebody?" he added doubtfully.
"You could have one of your own."
"A feather bed of one's very own, with sheets and a pillow-- perhaps even two pillows, or a pillow and a bolster-- and no need to get up in time for breakfast! Does your guardian get up in time for breakfast?"
"Never," said the Wart.
"Fleas in the bed?"
"Not one."
"Well!" said King Pellinore. "It does sound too nice for words, I must say. A feather bed and none of those fewmets for ever so long. How long did you say it would take us to get there?"
"Two hours," said the Wart-- but he had to shout the second of these words, for the sounds were drowned in his mouth by a noise which had that moment arisen close beside them.
"What was that?" exclaimed the Wart.
"Hark!" cried the King.
"Mercy!"
"It is the Beast!"
And immediately the loving huntsman had forgotten everything else, but was busied about his task. He wiped his spectacles upon the seat of his trousers, the only accessible piece of cloth about him, while the belling and bloody cry arose all round. He balanced them on the end of his long nose, just before the visor automatically clapped to. He clutched his jousting lance in his right hand, and galloped off in the direction of the noise. He was brought up short by the rope which was wound round the tree-- the vacuous brachet meanwhile giving a melancholy yelp-- and fell of his horse with a tremendous clang. In a second he was up again-- the Wart was convinced that the spectacles must be broken-- and hopping round the white horse with one foot in the stirrup. The girths stood the test and he was in the saddle somehow, with the jousting lance between his legs, and then he was galloping round and round the tree, in the opposite direction to the one in which the brachet had wound herself up. He went round three times too often, the brachet meanwhile running and yelping the other way, and then, after four or five back casts, they were both free of the obstruction. "Yoicks, what!" cried King Pellinore, waving his lance in the air, and swaying excitedly in the saddle. Then he disappeared into the gloom of the forest, with the unfortunate hound trailing behind him at the other end of the cord.
The funny thing about the Questing Beast, as the story continues later in the book, is that when King Pellinore is no longer chasing it, it begins to die. And King Pellinore actually finds it a few times, and nurses it back to health so that he can continue chasing it again.

LOL!

Now.... who does King Pellinore remind you of? And what does the Questing Beast remind you of?

:lol:

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Post by Anois » Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:30 pm

Smooches and hugs are the way to enlightenment.

They bring you into the present moment.

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Post by din » Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:07 pm

Now.... who does King Pellinore remind you of?
Us!

And what does the Questing Beast remind you of?
Us!

We are chasing ourselves!!! :lol: :lol: :lol:

Your post is a hoot myself!!! :D
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Post by din » Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:13 pm

Din, I mightn't yet quite put it like that but sure you're not so bad after all.
Anois,

I love you too! :oops:

Gaaarshh, I hope nobody thinks we're gay or anything. :oops:

Well actually I have been kind of happy these days. :lol: :lol: :lol:
:)

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