Uniquely Programmed Individual

October 24, 2007 § 1 Comment

“It is the ego who considers himself the doer…there is the programmed body-mind instrument, and there is an ego. And one of the worst confusions is in this area. When the eyes sees something, when the eyes read something, ears hear something, the nose smells something, then there is a reaction….the reaction that happens, happens in a body-mind organism. It is not your reaction. You are not angry, you are not afraid, you are not a compassionate person…anger arises, fear arises, compassion arises…All that has happened is, each body-mind organism has responded precisely as it is supposed to according to the programing…When you see a reaction in a person, …the human being is a 3 dimensional object, each uniquely programmed instrument and what happens to each uniquely programmed instrument during it’s span of life, is what I call the destiny of that body-mind instrument…This destiny that’s stamped at the moment of conception. In other words, every conception has it’s destiny…”
-Ramesh Balsekar



Father Bede Griffiths: Incidents which Love can use to redeem itself

October 24, 2007 § Leave a comment

After a stroke, and when he thought he might die, Father Bede Griffiths said, “I felt a need to surrender, and it was interesting, surrender to the Mother. It came very clearly, surrender to the Mother. And I made this act of surrender, and a kind of wave of love overwhelmed me…”, and he then said “I’m being overwhelmed with love, I don’t know if I can survive it. …The feminine simply opened up, you see but that was a real death, you see, of the mind. And from that time onward, I’ve never really been in the dualistic mind, something is always beyond it. What my experience taught me was that when everything else goes, you discover this love which is in you all the time…”


Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you

October 24, 2007 § Leave a comment

Matthew 5:43-48: You have heard that it was said, “You shall love your neighbor, and hate your enemy.” But I say to you, love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you in order that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax-gatherers do the same? And if you greet your brothers only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? Therefore you are to be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.

Thomas Merton, “I shall dissappear now.”

October 24, 2007 § 4 Comments


In the late 1960’s, drawn to the wisdom of the East, Thomas Merton made a pilgrimage to meet the Dalia Lama. They forged a deep spiritual bond and made plans to bring the worlds of East and West together in compassion. Three weeks later, in Bangkok, Thomas Merton was accidentally electrocuted. The last thing he said was, “I shall disappear now”.


View from Rosso & Bianco Winery

October 21, 2007 § Leave a comment

View from Rosso & Bianco Winery

Today I attend an art reception hosted by Trentadue Winery where I have a painting entered titled “View from Rosso & Bianco Winery”. It is a pastel I painted on site in 2006. The painting is in the company of several other plein air painter’s work from the Monday Morning Painters group here in Sonoma County.

John Howard Griffin, Thomas Merton and the house in Mansfield

October 14, 2007 § 38 Comments

Phil in Mansfield1

My first husband Phil and I, before we were married, moved into this little house in Mansfield, Texas. It was 1971 or ’72; I was 19 and he was 21. A friend named Obie had found it first and went there to rent it, but for some reason it was not right for him. However, he came to our apartment straight away to tell us that we had to see it, that it was right for us. There was urgency in his voice and he convinced us to go right away to look at it. We currently were living in Arlington, Texas (Phil had been attending the University there).

Phil in Mansfield 2

We went the next day and it was right; we rented it and moved in. Mansfield at the time was a small hamlet south of Fort Worth and north of Midlothian, Texas, located on highway 287 with one blinking red light in town, at the highway. The house was located in the country over the preverbal “other side of the tracks”. It was sitting on 25 acres of grazing land and beyond that were 25 acres of woods. The house itself was one long room, with a kitchen at one end and the bathroom at the other; the living space was in-between. The whole wall facing out to the back yard acreage was glassed in from floor to ceiling, with an inside planter that had climbing geraniums growing that covered the windows. On the opposite wall was a wood burning fireplace where what looked like a Georgia O’Keefe painting hung.

Phil in Mansfield 2

We soon found out that this was the house where John Howard Griffin wrote the book “Black Like Me”. The main house, a couple hundred feet next door, was occupied by his mother-in-law, Mrs. Holland. She shared with us how proud she was of her son-in-law, and showed us some of his photographs. He was a photographer and put a book together on his photographs of his friend Thomas Merton, who was a trappist monk living at Our Lady of Gethsemane Abbey in Kentucky.

101407-mansfield3.jpgEvidently, he and Thomas Merton were very close and he visited Thomas many times. As you may be able to imagine, the house was magical; it was a magical time for Phil and I anyway with spiritual portals opening up and consciousness expanding. We feel like we were divinely guided to be in this house.

We eventually met Mr. Griffon, which was a highlight to our time there. We definitely felt touched by Thomas Merton, as well, and I continue to feel touched to this day.

I was sketchbooking back then; these thumbnails are some sketches I did while at Mansfield. Click to enlarge.


A Blustery October Day

October 3, 2007 § 1 Comment


Happy autumn!

The wind gods open my unlatched front door
to let themselves in.
I walk over to greet them and notice the leaves
scurrying down the street, each one trying
to out run the other in a frantic race
to escape some unseen force bent
on catching up with them.
© Katrina Small


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