"Geen hemelen beloven als je zelf de weg niet weet "

Read beyond  - the end-  ....importante!!

Dit is een verhaal dat ik ooit las ..

ben niet zo een 'believer ' behalve dan ' het' geloof in jezelf...!

(Ook niet zo een bruistablet in ..maar zet dapper door !!)

Het soort verhalen dat God een engeltje nodig had en daarom jouw baby nodig had(???!!) ,snap ik nooit zo,hij is God (?) dan maakt hij toch een engel maar dat kan aan mij liggen!!

Schijnt ook een boek te zijn 'komt een vrouw bij de dokter..', heel gedoe film van gemaakt schijnt,ondanks ' niet te filmen' ,knap!Heb boek nooit gelezen,film nooit gezien...ALS  het je over komt is het al vreselijk...en 'handel' je het toch op JOUW manier!!Ander mans ellende waar ik geen hulp kan bieden kan ik niets mee..geeft me een gevoel van onmacht en verdriet... so NOT good for the inner soul!

Kan ik het wél, strijd ,lach,jank ,vloek, draag ik mee  , 

" we're all in this together "   folks!

Dit,  is een positief verhaal het  gaat over zijn 2 jarige dochter van een man genaamd John Wood , het verhaal raakte me !Daarom deel ik het: 

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" In her more focused moments she likes to play with lego. However, she doesn't call it lego, she instead calls it 'Abat'.

This comes from the first time she was playing with lego, and we'd show her how to make a robot from the lego. We'd add a head, some eyes, stiff looking arms and feet and voilla - we have a robot. Her eyes and face lit up. She would fondly refer to it as "abat". She would hug it and kiss it, and moments later completely destroy it and start the process again.

Each time she would put together a few bits of lego and, with the help of her imagination, she would enthusiastically run with the construction over to her Daddy and exclaim "abat! abat!".

She has been doing this for months now, and every time 'abat' looked completely different. No matter what form it takes, even when it's just the components of lego spread out all over the floor, it was still her beloved "abat". If she happens to find a bit of lego under the sofa, she would still say "abat!".

My little Buddha Baby is clearly quite elightened: Our dear Abat is empty of self. She knows that she would never lose Abat, no matter what hardship he experiences, what mutilation he suffers, even faced with total anihilation. In any form of even formlessness therein lies the Buddha Nature of Abat.

When discussing emptiness in the previous post, it's sometimes easy to underestimate its importance. I think you have to understand emptiness before you can have a true understanding of any of the other concepts in Buddhism.

Rebirth is no exception. Yet, again the name can be quite misleading. Thich Nhat Hanh explains this very well, and coins the term 'continuation' rather than rebirth. I think it's fair to say that it is more a matter of transformation or re-manifestation than it is rebirth.

If you truly understand emptiness then you realize that there is no birth. There is no death. The essence of the self that you know cannot be pinpointed to one location, to one entity. Interbeing means that the true essence, the Buddha Nature of an entity is connected to every form in the cosmos. While one leaf may wither and fall to the ground, it feeds the roots of a tree and so the forest, which is the true self, continues.

Our dear Abat cannot die. He is reborn, or continued, in each of his manifestations - each time he is rebuilt in different forms. In the same manner, the broomstick in the previous post will also never die: the brush is replaced, the handle is replaced, and eventually it will take on another form - perhaps as ash, forming compost from which grass grows, feeding a cow and producing a glass of milk. With mindfulness you can drink a broomstick the next time you are drinking a glass of milk.

There is a certain comfort in understanding rebirth. Our fear of death drives us in so many deep ways. We need to have kids before it's "too late", we need to accomplish this because "life is too short". Yet when you remove the constraints of birth and death,you are liberated. When you understand your interbeing, your arms stretch out over all of humanity, all of nature, and you touch everything in the world. You do not see things die but merely transform, and support and love, the true self.

As wonderful as this seems, you may be thinking that it's easy to pinpoint things that are seemingly lost between lives. Transformation seems fine when applied to the physical, but when personalities and knowledge are concerned, it becomes more difficult to accept.

These traits are typically known as the dharma. The dharma of an individual is extended through teaching. What we learn from a personality or from the wisdom of a beloved, we are accepting into our own selves. A part of them is being immortalized in us.

Buddhism helps us, through meditation and practice, to enjoin the mind and the body. And in this our thoughts become actions - whether physical actions, speech, writings... the dharma can be transmitted and extended in so many ways, I have an absolutely wonderful two year old daughter. In her more focused moments she likes to play with lego. However, she doesn't call it lego, she instead calls it 'Abat'.

This comes from the first time she was playing with lego, and we'd show her how to make a robot from the lego. We'd add a head, some eyes, stiff looking arms and feet and voilla - we have a robot. Her eyes and face lit up. She would fondly refer to it as "abat". She would hug it and kiss it, and moments layer completely destroy it and start the process again.

Each time she would put together a few bits of lego and, with the help of her imagination, she would enthusiastically run with the construction over to her Daddy and exclaim "abat! abat!".

She has been doing this for months now, and every time 'abat' looked completely different. No matter what form it takes, even when it's just the components of lego spread out all over the floor, it was still her beloved "abat". If she happens to find a bit of lego under the sofa, she would still say "abat!".

My little Buddha Baby is clearly quite elightened: Our dear Abat is empty of self. She knows that she would never lose Abat, no matter what hardship he experiences, what mutilation he suffers, even faced with total anihilation. In any form of even formlessness therein lies the Buddha Nature of Abat.

When discussing emptiness in the previous post, it's sometimes easy to underestimate its importance. I think you have to understand emptiness before you can have a true understanding of any of the other concepts in Buddhism.

Rebirth is no exception. Yet, again the name can be quite misleading. Thich Nhat Hanh explains this very well, and coins the term 'continuation' rather than rebirth. I think it's fair to say that it is more a matter of transformation or re-manifestation than it is rebirth.

If you truly understand emptiness then you realize that there is no birth. There is no death. The essence of the self that you know cannot be pinpointed to one location, to one entity. Interbeing means that the true essence, the Buddha Nature of an entity is connected to every form in the cosmos. While one leaf may wither and fall to the ground, it feeds the roots of a tree and so the forest, which is the true self, continues.

Our dear Abat cannot die. He is reborn, or continued, in each of his manifestations - each time he is rebuilt in different forms. In the same manner, the broomstick in the previous post will also never die: the brush is replaced, the handle is replaced, and eventually it will take on another form - perhaps as ash, forming compost from which grass grows, feeding a cow and producing a glass of milk. With mindfulness you can drink a broomstick the next time you are drinking a glass of milk.

There is a certain comfort in understanding rebirth. Our fear of death drives us in so many deep ways. We need to have kids before it's "too late", we need to accomplish this because "life is too short". Yet when you remove the constraints of birth and death,you are liberated. When you understand your interbeing, your arms stretch out over all of humanity, all of nature, and you touch everything in the world. You do not see things die but merely transform, and support and love, the true self.

As wonderful as this seems, you may be thinking that it's easy to pinpoint things that are seemingly lost between lives. Transformation seems fine when applied to the physical, but when personalities and knowledge are concerned, it becomes more difficult to accept.

These traits are typically known as the dharma. The dharma of an individual is extended through teaching. What we learn from a personality or from the wisdom of a beloved, we are accepting into our own selves. A part of them is being immortalized in us.

Buddhism helps us, through meditation and practice, to enjoin the mind and the body. And in this our thoughts become actions - whether physical actions, speech, writings... the dharma can be transmitted and extended in so many ways,just like giving someone a gift except that the gift never depletes. Instead it just grows further. And with this growth comes its immortality, its new life.

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Wat ik ook als ,controlefreakkie, zo prettig ervaar  is mijn abonnement deze 9 maanden .Kijk ik zit hier dan wel met 'een beetje kanker',maar weet wel waar ik aan toe ben !

Since 25/08/2011, mevrouw u hebt kanker en DIT is wat we gaan doen :"Genezing middels chemo en operatie !

Uw abonnement  op oncologie/chirurgie start vanaf nu en we zijn nog wel wat jaartjes verbonden !"

Kijk dan weet je wél waar je aan toe bent.

Ziek zijn en niet weten wat te doen,hoe verder ,onzekerheid ,niets kunnen doen .....Dát is killing!!

Tuurlijk am I mocking myself now ,maar ik meen t écht,

 IK weet ,IK ga hier door komen !En dat geeft ook zoveel kracht!

Ennn  voor een even belangrijk moment in herstel en positiviteit..laughter is the best medicine...

galgenhumor staat top of my list !

Nooit in mijn leven win ik wat ..."brugje naar giving someone a gift"

wat denk je, nu hoor ik bij de één op de ácht,

ennnn ja tatatataaaaaaaaaaa  valt zomaar in de bus ....

Ja we have a  winner ! Prima thanks.

Maar ik zie net dat de, zoals ik ze noem , "Die Hard Fans "  van deze club zelfs leuke kerst versieringen kunnen  bestellen.Nee ik ga ze niet eens tonen.Ben en was ook al nooit zo van de clubjes trouwens .

Begrijp me niet verkeerd dankzij alle steun en bijdragen,

 ga ik nu door HELL en KOM TERUG....(hahahahaleeluuja)

 ...maar ik ben er al  twnty47  mee bezig.......!

Dussss:  geenpinkribbonribbonornaments in our tree!

Kerst viel  al vroeg genoeg dit jaar , ik hing 13 september al voor de eerste keer zelf half in die   'boom'     ;-)  !

Nogmaals dank voor alle steun en aandacht aan kanker bestrijding !!

sincere,

not cynical, this time!