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A new book by Suzuki has just been published in French.

This blog presents the philosophy as a path of awakening to our true nature. Philosophy is not just a speech but a process of transformation and self-knowledge.

http://eveilphilosophie.canalblog.com/archives/2010/06/07/18172586.html

"The answer is at the heart of the matter you ask. Do not try to get an answer from anyone questioning. Do not expect to get what does not belong to you. What makes you ask the question proves that the answer is in you. The treasure you covet n is not outside, it's in you. "

Author of the famous Essays on Zen Buddhism , Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki (1870-1966) is the master who introduced Zen to the West. He was in contact with leading Western thinkers, such as CG Jung. This collection brings together articles - including a spiritual autobiography - he wrote in the last decade of his life. His spiritual intuition attains a high degree of intensity, simplicity and poetry. He compares the particular Meister Eckhart's Mystical Zen, analysis of the act creating the world as a set of questions and answers in God's own diagnostic or discomfort in civilization as due to hypertrophy of the intellect. These items are true "seed of enlightenment" called to germinate in the mind of the reader.

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Dear Denis,
I love this picture of cool wind and light wine that I carry to you.
And how nice that you write on the heart that reflects my image.
Do not worry: I do not read your history as an outstanding, I just read you as I would read another blog. What are the chances
of life.
is true that I met you at a time when I was looking for how we could get out of this damn disease.
But I mostly met a man with his own history and his talent for living.
And you know, there's people who are leaving us suddenly, when everything was fine. I read a guy like that, a Parisian psychiatrist who had settled in a place I knew well and where I lived, Tarn et Garonne, a guy who had a blog, Ciscoblog. He wrote poems, told his life was wonderful pictures. And then one morning, going to work, he sprawled in the car, upside down in a river. He did not identify. Still, I go back to his world.
Me, you, behind the guy who fights against the crab, I see the man, the artist, the painter. I love your paintings. They talk.

You say you live out this period. This is essential.

Sometimes the disease disappears ... leaving room for the man ...

You know that part of France looks like Montreal, and your picture in the snow. Except that we
small and (damn) French, we do not know what to do. You let yourself quickly overwhelmed by the mantle white, then this is the general mess, train stations, airports, roads ...
Here in the Camargue, it is not snowing yet.
But we had a lot of rain. It's unusual for Christmas.
Say that at this moment, I have the children. I'm not too bad.
I often think of Peter . He gave me strength, I think.
It is always there to dictate to me words, tell me that we should not drop the case.
Men do not really die you know.
The men we loved ...

Well, I kiss you and all yours.
Have a great holiday season.
See our shepherd.
B.

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That one, I savored ... My cancer

Four years
after the end of the world ....

December 22, 2006

Carcinomus Hello Doctor:

"Sit back Mr Caspar ...."

"Mr Caspar, no luck, I tell you that you
lung cancer, it is well advanced and completely inoperable."
confess that for me it simply meant that we could do nothing for me and that he did not say another word, Carnimomus dr.
Apart ....

"Excuse me, but I do not have much time today,

we go on vacation Christmas, and you're my last customer

I have forwarded your case to the hospital.

They will contact you after the holidays for further investigations.

I wish you a merry Christmas

Goodbye and good luck
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on vacation .... Christmas

But it does not prevent you from writing me!
Otherwise!

For large, the stupid and the others
a tragic version of Father Christmas is a Junk.

And we forget about it until mid January

Best holiday possible to all crabs
is the time to be pampered


Denis

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Fortunately I do not expect it snows in Paris to think of you!
I told you, I'm going to your blog every day, and I am glad to see in the comments that I'm not alone.
I hallucinate, to read you, but I try not to take fire.
Not to put myself to believe it you just have to sneeze to expel the beast in limbo.
But hey, it's wonderful to hear that you live more simply.
Let your general condition improves. What is your tone
started to rise, slowly but surely.
Whether you're left to become a hero of the fight against the crab, that a blast too. With your little
net, woven with love by the nimble fingers of your wife, and all that ...
If I were a Canadian media, I would open the floodgates outright. A
donf in thrills!

Do thyself no illusions it's going to be grumpy ...
fishermen unlucky crustaceans that flourish will annoy your health.
Do not think that all the new ones will make it soft.
Who will draw from the river of hope.
So, let it flow!
I embrace and kiss thine, And first
yours, priority

J.
There's nothing to add ... Ahhh, if

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Wildfire

Thank you for your correspondence. As I go to your blog every day (yes) I'm delighted to have new, more personal.

And the forest fire in all this, will you tell me, what's the connection? Well here it is: last night in bed before falling asleep, an idea came to me.

Your Cancer is like a forest fire. He started without anybody noticing. Then as the fire, he fed you to grow, propagate, making

havoc. There are lands burned, burned in you is a fact.
firefighters Denis Caspar called chemo, radiation, etc ... They left thinking that the whole forest was burning, they are powerless, it is nature, it is stronger than knowledge. ..

But I have a subtle feeling that the fire begins to extinguish itself. No real explanation or logic, the last embers go out. Your body certainly has some very damaged parcels, but another part of your body is healthy and it is on that party must wager.

Building, sow, create, on this part of healthy body that could allow (a bet a little crazy) to start slowly, gently, quietly revived.

That basically the frame of my thoughts.

Hubert
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What intuition attractive, beautiful image postive, it's tempting to throw himself fully. Observed, precipitating nothing ...

Your dream last night in bed before going to sleep as crazy it is, is a metaphor for a desirable well advanced cancer like mine. No one has anything concrete to offer, apart from a slow descent into the tomb. In addition, for me, you're a truly credible interlocutor and I know that your intuition is not the result of a stealthy idea, but regular monitoring of the information I have provided the blog other correspondence about the disease, and the results of your search for a permanent solution. It touches me very much, dear friend.

You see, ever during those four years, I have asked anyone, put forward, never begged, refused all false hopes. I tried to live as possible in harmony as good neighbors with the intruder. I let the doctors carry out their medicines, with their attendant complex therapies and disagreeable, burning rays, then allowed to nature with the help of palliative care.
Since then, many details are consistent with a decrease in the intensity of the flames of which you speak. Many people have commented on my physical appearance, on my own good mine.Moi, I noticed that I was much more agile than before, as I walked with a more decided I had more endurance and I also noticed that I forgot the disease for quite long time, as if it bothered me less.

The pain is still present but well controlled, Witness the fire is still smoldering.

Let time do his work.

blog about it and would not exist without this little encounter with Tibetan history, you've probably read. It really motivated me.

"In Buddhism Tibetan, like the great masters of the past we always knew,

compassion is the source of all healing.
Suppose you have a disease like cancer or AIDS. If, in addition to your own pain, and mind filled with compassion, you take it upon yourself the suffering of those who share the same fate, you definitely can purify the negative karma of the past, due to the continuation of your suffering in the present and future.
"I remember hearing about Tibet many cases extraordinary people who, having learned that they were suffering from an incurable disease, abandoning all their belongings and left the cemetery to die. There they devoted themselves to this practice of taking upon himself the suffering of others. And what is remarkable is that instead of dying, they returned home fully healed. "
Sogyal Rinpoche - The Tibetan Book of life and death.

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news with a few flakes of Alsace ... This week I discovered the joys of snow and I took the opportunity to make my first skiing (luckily the cushioning layer!)
the top my one and a half, I'm quite a bitch ... Always so curious, I want to see everything, touch, taste everything .... especially the chocolates advent calendar! Just standing at 7am, before I post it by repeating "Tota" Tota "(chocolate), until my little hands reach the precious, even be balanced on a chair ... Mom was forced to remove chocolates next few days, and put them in as and when.
I also found an ally with whom to shock the 400 blows c hez Auntie: "Poti" (Hippolytus), I do not leave without having made 10 kisses! Well, sometimes I annoy too, must not exaggerate ... I gossiped more and more (a girl, what!), Even if Mom and Dad do not always understand me ... But my little mischievous look is sometimes enough to make me understand ...
Tomorrow is Saint-Nicolas I hope to meet the old gentleman in the streets because of Selestat .... yes yes ... I am always very wise!

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Our bansuri flute is gone!

few months ago, aus summer sun, Catherine Potter, a glass of wine in hand, smiling, showing us her new cute little shoes. longtime friend, we celebrated, shared, discussed and passed much time together. It will no longer take place at the table, no longer hear his voice, nor the magical sound of his flute bansuri. Catherine is one of the first people I learned my cancer, there four years. It was very close, we talked a lot and she often assisted, followed by treatment. Two months ago, she said: "I will go before you" I could not believe it.

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virtuoso classical music India, the flute was the instrument of its most profound, where his life took everything sounds meaning. Result of thousands of hours of work, maturitéde his art and the vibration of the flute gave an overview of credible cosmic space. As the oscillations of these sounds wonderful, life is not a linear sequence of events, without breaking continuity.
Without true origin and without end locatable, the world oscillates between the decline and rebirth. The succession is not mechanical, but metaphysics.

Al-Hamdulillah!


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