Tag: Helen Thorsen
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Who Am I?
<stro This simple yet profound question, “Who Am I?” can then reveal one’s self not to be the endless tyranny of the ego-personality, but objectless Freedom of Being- Primordial Consciousness in which all states and all objects come and go as manifestatons of the Eternal Unborn Self that YOU ARE. Adyashanti
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Fringing soon
Thorsen’s“Higher Ground” takes a penetrating look at mental illness in contemporary society. This work is a butoh performance for 5 dancers. the dance explores the struggle to maintain control in the face of madness, and the humanness and vulnerability of a soul coming to grips with their own unraveling. The inspiration for the work comes…
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Fringe Me Sept 20th – 23rd West Hall
“Like the small hole by the path-side something lives in, in me are lives I do not know the names of, nor the fates of, nor the hungers of or what they eat. They eat of me. Of small and blemished apples in low fields of me whose rocky streams and droughts I do not…
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Fringe On
“…where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life. This old woman stands between the worlds of rationality and mythos. She is the knuckle bone on which these two worlds turn. This land between the worlds is that inexplicable place we all recognize once we experience it, but it’s nuances slip away and shape-change if…
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Heart’s mirror clear reflects beyond fetter. The void stripped clean, innumerable worlds. All things in their majesty, shadowed and seen there. The single gleaming jewel: not witin, not without. Hsuan Chueh (665-713)
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Training Notes
Whenever we begin to evaluate, deciding that we should or should not do this or that, then we have already associated our practice or our knowledge with categories, one pitted against the other, and that is spiritual materialism, the false spirituality of our spiritual advisor. Whenever we have a dualistic notion such as, “I am…
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30/30 June 22 & 23rd Velocity Dance Center Seattle
Alleluia! light burst from your ubtouched womb like a flower on the farther side of death. The world-tree is blossoming. Two realms become one. Hildegard of Bingen
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Mary Cutrera Tree image
“Beside the river was a grove of tall naked cotton woods- trees of great antiquity and enormous size- so large that they seemed to belong to a bygone age. They grew far apart, and their strange twisted shapes must have come about from the ceaseless winds that bent them to the east and scoured them…
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Butoh Notes
“Fears are the termites that ceaselessly devour the foundation of whatever sort of life we try to build” AA’s 12 by 12
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