Tibetan monks laugh at neuroscientists


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The purpose of Tibetan meditation is to cultivate a perpetual mindset of compassion – toward themselves, toward others, toward suffering, toward rocks, and toward the entire universe and existence as a whole.

A few decades ago, the Dalai Lama invited
a former hippie-turned-Harvard-neuroscientist to demonstrate brain imaging technology of compassion-evoking stimuli to 200 monks seated on the floor of a temple, waiting patiently for the team of several scientists huddled around a teammate seated in a chair – so not visible to the quiet, patiently-waiting audience during this preparation.

Wires and detectors and gadgets also shielded the subject from the silent onlookers as they worked.

When ready, the curtain of teammates parted, revealing the seated subject to the whole temple.

The entire audience broke into laughter.

The neuroscientist and his team presumed it was because the subject does look silly, all wired up with harnesses and technologies the monks may have never seen before. But later, they were informed what was so funny.

“You are trying to study compassion by connecting wires to the brain,” not the heart.

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[For his own story, start ~4:23 into this podcast: “Hidden Brain: Seeking Serenity: Part 2” June 8, 2023 https://hiddenbrain.org/podcast/seeking-serenity-part-2/ ]

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Neil D. 2023-07-08


PS – Additional food for thought:

We might be tempted to think of the following expressions as figurative, metaphorical language: “A broken heart,” or, “a heavy heart,” or, a Brené Brown favorite, “wholehearted.” The efficacy of myths and metaphors depends on them being rooted in actual experience.

The heart is the bodily location where these emotions are felt. Trying to soothe or heal this location with the brain… well… The head might be the starting place, but what is in that head is intimately and, literally, physically wired to the heart. Talk and thinking may be an entry point, but not the destination.


Profane Everything Bagel

Friday before July 4th. The air train was packed. No, I mean really. As more people approached the doors, a guy proud of his bulletproof rollaboard laid it down and stood on it to make more space.

I thought, distance don’t get any more social than this.

Later in a terminal concourse, the McDonalds line was longer than the precheck security line back there.

I didn’t catch the name of my breakfast shop. Like 12 hangry people in a phone booth.

“Egg and bacon.”
What kind of bagel?
What do you have?
She points at a sign.

While she rings up my order…
Cook puts an unmarked bag on the counter.
What’s that?
What’d she say?
Dunno, didn’t understand a fucking thing.

Vat ye order, sir?
An everything with sausage.
It wasn’t in the next 2 bags. He was heating up.

I noticed the little boy couldn’t reach his gramma’s tea selection on the high counter. I handed it down, he said something I didn’t catch, and gramma winked at me in a foreign language I speak too.

She handed me my bag.
Thanks very much, eye to eye.
Ye velcome baddy mooch. Warm grin.

Six minutes later I sat and ate at my gate.
Probably 10 more people got their bagels and I am long forgotten. But maybe not. We had our moment. Feelings land deep and often linger.

I wonder where Heated Up was heading for his holiday. I hope he has moments when he understands his fucking everything❤️

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Neil D. 2023-06-30

airport flowers


Anybody get stopped today dead in their tracks, amidst chaos and pain, by a rose longing to share its sweet smell for a moment?

In oversized shoes flopping long past their comfortable life expectancy, his sockless, poor, chafed feet were red as a rose. I noticed as I dug out of my pocket a smoke he requested at the threshold to the terminal doors.

“Can you spare two?” he boldly mumbled from beneath a shaggy beard I bet he’d love to feel shaven.

He was 5 years older and 50 pounds heavier than I.

Before I asked, he said more brightly, “I have a light,” accepted the smokes and shuffled unsteadily away, threads off every article he wore snapping in the gusts.

She was probably 10 or 11, also at the automatic door’s threshold, moving tentatively but without effort to get her roll-aboard out of the back seat while perhaps mom or an aunt with an anxious or frustrated scowl barked at the windshield to bounce her words toward an unseen driver. In contrast to the righteously stomping woman, the girl seemed calm though determined to get on her way across the drop-off lane, looking both ways, stepping lowly, moderately, modestly, smoothly, until…

She tripped slightly at the curb, as the woman strode ahead. The girl smiled at herself then skipped furtively through the door to catch up, I presume.

Yes, she stumbled ever so slightly, and was stilled, at a threshold. Yet in that moment, she delighted in herself. Like two old men in very different pairs of shoes exchanging common pleasures.

Redfoot saw the action too. And, yes, he had a light. I saw that, glistening in the corner of his left eye. No ashes nor smoke could drown the sweet fragrance of those moments.

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Neil D. 2023-06-08


Lord of the dance


Here is a soundtrack to dance to as you read…
“I’ll live in you
If you’ll live in me…
Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.”

Not the lord of thunder, not the lord of judgment, life and death, not the lord of salvation, the lord over heaven and earth, and not any king; “It is you who say that I am king.” It is not an invitation or a suggestion; it is a command: Wherever you may be – on your journey, DANCE!

Where is this Lord? Why, in all that is.
“I danced in the morning
When the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon
And the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven
And I danced on the earth”

It must break the dancelord’s heart that the self-righteous won’t join in, but the lowly will do, and perhaps their hearts will soften as they watch. Surely he wishes all to join but understands hiding behind The Law.
“… I danced for the scribe
And the pharisee,
But they would not dance
And they wouldn’t follow me.
I danced for the fishermen,
For James and John
They came with me
And the Dance went on.”

It’s not just a command left hanging there, for us to fulfill alone. Nay, seems he knows the dance may make us self-conscious and fearful, so how could a loving dancelord leave it to us alone. What is ‘grace’?
“I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he.”

We may hold him up as up a victor over death, etc., but his interest seems only in dancing.
“… I danced on the Sabbath
And I cured the lame;
The holy people
Said it was a shame…
They buried my body
And they thought I’d gone,
***But I am the Dance,***
And I still go on.”

I danced in the morning
When the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon
And the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven
And I danced on the earth,
At Bethlehem
I had my birth.

… I danced for the scribe
And the pharisee,
But they would not dance
And they wouldn’t follow me.
I danced for the fishermen,
For James and John
They came with me
And the Dance went on.

… I danced on the Sabbath
And I cured the lame;
The holy people
Said it was a shame.
They whipped and they stripped
And they hung me on high,
And they left me there
On a Cross to die.

… I danced on a Friday
When the sky turned black
It’s hard to dance
With the devil on your back.
They buried my body
And they thought I’d gone,
***But I am the Dance,***
And I still go on.

… They cut me down
And I leapt up high;
I am the life
That’ll never, never die;
I’ll live in you
If you’ll live in me –
I am the Lord
Of the Dance, said he.

Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he

Favored renditions









Apparently the original artists https://youtu.be/Q1zYXooGWr4

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Neil D. 2023-06-06


Trust, or, Hurt? Trust, and, Hurt?


Trust, or, Hurt?
Trust, and, Hurt?

What I had was bad
and
what I have is bad
and
what will come will be bad…

What I had was good and bad
and
what I have is good and bad
and
what will come is good and bad…

What I had was not so bad
and
what I have is not so bad
and
what will come is not so bad…

I can hurt you
and
I can’t hurt you

You can’t hurt me
and
you can hurt me.

Not so bad.

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Neil D. 2023-06-01

We get “power” wrong, often because religious prayer keeps us powerless

[Prayer, as commonly practiced, often sounds like a helpless child asking some superhero to intervene to save them. Be honest. We are brainwashed with such a mindset by oversimplifications of Judeo Christianity. Yes, “Ask, and ye shall receive,” but that is sadly oversimplified. It can completely strip us of any sense of power, and that cannot be good. A favored thinker keeps a wonderful and mysterious balance that does not require us to believe we are ultimately powerless at all. Some excerpts from such an article (source at end):]


We’re empowered from within.

Once we contact our Inner Source, that is what true, humble, and confident power represents. It is the ultimate meaning of a well-grounded person.

This replaces our “heart of stone with a heart of flesh.”

No wonder we seek power in all the wrong places—since we have not made contact with our true power, indwelling.

This empowerment is the ultimate answer to our prayers.

We pray not to change God but to change ourselves.

We pray to form a living relationship, not to get things done.

Prayer is a symbiotic relationship with life, a synergy which creates a result larger than the exchange itself.

*We* need prayer to keep the symbiotic relationship moving and growing.

Prayer is not a way to try to control, or even to get what we want.

The answer to every prayer is one, the same, and the best.

Prayer gives us power more than answers.

A truly spiritual woman, a truly whole man, is a very powerful person.

Prayer calls us to be adult partners who can handle power and critique themselves.

[more at the source, https://cac.org/daily-meditations/the-divine-strategy-2023-05-29/
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More from this author, and from Brené Brown, at FeelWithNeil’s most read article: https://feelwithneil.com/2023/04/09/to-my-subscribers-the-most-viewed-article-is/

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Neil D. 2022-05-29