#the gateless gate

[trevlad-sounds]

For the birds 021

04.10.2024

Intro 00:00 Go Outside–tired for thinking-01:23 Gollden–missing hawaii (a long outro)-03:46 Leaving–Sense of Place-08:35 weareforests–your song ! the radish-13:30 Tegu–2×4-18:39 The Gateless Gate–The Flickering Light of Dusk-24:04 Sunshine Playroom–Pause for a Comma-34:36 Hélène Vogelsinger–Elevation-37:14 Günter Schlienz–Besinnungspfad-41:50 Outro-59:41

[wisdom-and-such]

— The Gateless Gate. 12th Century. China

[lowcountry-gothic]

Hand-stamped yokai-themed Hiragana flashcards, made by Gateless Gate Studio.

[allyouknowisalie]

One day Deshan kept asking Longtan for instruction till nightfall. Longtan finally said, "The night is late. Why don't you go to bed." Deshan thanked him, made his bows, raised the door curtain and left. Seeing how dark the night was, he turned back and said, "It's pitch black outside." Longtan lit a lantern and handed it to Deshan. Just as Deshan reached for it, Longtan blew it out. At that Deshan came to sudden realization and made a deep bow. Longtan asked, "What have you realized?" Deshan replied, "From now on, I will not doubt the words of the old master who is renowned everywhere under the sun." The following day Longtan ascended the rostrum and declared, "There is a man among you whose fangs are like trees of swords and whose mouth is like a bowl of blood. Strike him and he won't turn his head. Someday he will settle on the top of an isolated peak and establish my way there." Deshan brought his sutra commentaries and notes to the front of the hall, held up a torch and said, "Even if you have exhausted abstruse doctrine, it is like placing a hair in vast space. Even if you have learned the vital points of all the truths in the world, it is like a drop of water thrown into a big ravine." He then burned all his commentaries and notes. After making his bows, he left.

Gateless 28

[sharkface]

People get so mad at you for jumping fences but like why do none of them ever have gates. It's so annoying that there would be a path that shaves a couple minutes off my commute to work but there's a gateless fence in the way. Not my problem

[henrysglock]

He's Talking To Me Through The Lights!

Something that just hit me (and I'm not sure why I didn't make the connection earlier) is that we can't concretely say it was Vecna, or any version of Henward for that matter, that we saw in the shed with Will on Nov. 6th, 1983.

Now you're probably saying to yourself "Okay, James Henrysglock has finally lost the fucking plot". I promise you I haven't, and that I actually have a pattern that supports this. Please just like. Give me the chance to explain what I mean.

Let's look at the lightbulb in the Byers' shed when Will is snatched:

And we all go: "The lightbulb, like in the Creel family's attic! The blinding light! That's a trademark Vecna thing!"

Except it isn't.

First off, the lightbulb itself, while connected to to the Creel family's attic, isn't specifically a Vecna thing. It's also heavily attributed to HNL.

Second off, when we first see "Vecna" trance and kill (allegedly) in 1959, gateless kills, there is no blinding light. It's just flashing lights:

It's the same deal in 1979:

No steady, blinding light, just flashing lights.

So really, what's wrong here is the assignment of the light's behavior, that steady, blinding glow, to Vecna. Blinding lights have never been a Vecna-specific trait. Blinding lights are, in fact, consistently linked to gate events.

When do we see lights steadily flaring bright throughout Stranger Things??

Season 2: El closes the gate

Season 4: Vecna kills Patrick and opens Watergate

Season 4: El fights One

Now, this particular sequence becomes more complex when we consider a few confounding details:

1. El's Changing Eye Blood Between the blinding light sequence of teen El and the banishment of Henward by baby El, there is both a camera swap and a makeup swap. We never see bright-lights teen El again after this swap, despite irl El continuing to function in NINA the way she had been when her teen self was shown to us. This means we may not have seen the fate of whichever baby El teen El is representing, especially given that Martie and Millie match in blood pattern in BTS pictures (a blood pattern we never see on filmed baby El).

2. The Dematerialization-Gate Split + Mirror Swapping The gate and the dematerialization don't occur simultaneously.

Nor do they occur within the same mirror orientation, with the same crack patterns, or with the same bloody gown pattern. They are separate events. We do not see El open wallgate, even though we know, logically, that she did so.

3. The Lighting The lighting when El dematerializes Henward is identical to the time she dematerialized the demogorgon: Dark, teal-grey, flashing lights.

Why do I dredge all that back up?

Because the earlier bright light is most likely associated with the gate outcome. It's always a gate. Always.

"Okay, well, clearly Vecna opened a gate and yoinked Will, then."

Did he though? Because Vecna himself seems to think differently:

Vecna couldn't open gates until ST4, otherwise he would have done so earlier.

We also know it can't be the demogorgon that yoinked Will, either, because demogorgon attacks are associated with wildly flashing lights. The light in the Byers' shed just steadily brightens. I have a theory about the sound overlay, because a similar thing happens visually in 4.07 when they overlay the gate and dematerialization outcomes:

I wouldn't be surprised if there were multiple different things happening at the same time in different timelines re: Will's disappearance (I will touch on this below).

So, most of all, this begs the question: Why is the lightbulb in Will's shed behaving as though someone is opening a gate, when Vecna cannot yet open gates?

This leaves me with two main speculations:

1. The lights flared due to El opening Mothergate, given that that happened on the same day. El first contacts the Demogorgon at 1:33pm on Nov. 6th and panics. We aren't given a time for the opening of Mothergate, but it was sometime later, likely far later, given that it occurs during the shift of the guy who gets chomped in the elevator on the night of the 6th:

This would mean that someone else was in the shed with Will, likely someone from or in cahoots with HNL, which would explain how they were able to get his fake body accurate right down to the clothes he went missing in. Those may even have been his clothes on the doll, given that one of the newspapers said he was found being experimented on in HNL.

2. Will, panicking, opened his own gate to escape the situation. He ended up in the UD that way, hence why he's still wearing the clothes he disappeared in.

(Note, these situations are not mutually exclusive à la timeline theory and the differing newspapers surrounding Will's disappearance)

Either way, what the hell is going on here?

[santoschristos]

The Gateless Gate

Mumonkan, or The Gateless Gate, is a collection of Zen Koans that serve as tools for awakening beyond conceptual thought.

Each Koan is a riddle or paradox that cannot be solved through logic, pushing the practitioner to leap beyond the thinking Mind.

The “gate” is gateless because true insight is not entered from outside - it arises when we stop seeking and realize we've always been on the other side. Buddha Beings @BuddhaBeings

"The Great Way has no gate,

A thousand roads enter it.

When one passes through this gateless gate,

He freely walks between heaven and earth."

The Gateless Gate by Ekai, called Mu-mon, tr. by Nyogen Senzaki and Paul Reps

[zerogate]

I often think we are deceiving ourselves by imagining we are involved in spiritual pursuits; and spiritual activities are very fashionable these days. It is easy to join meditation retreats of one kind or another believing we are undertaking something meaningful. but in fact we may merely be indulging in a kind of spiritual recreation.

First of all, it is necessary to be free of any preconceived ideas about meditation, and also of any kind of habitual thinking, to starve the mind of ideas and thoughts. Zazen is not a way of gaining great knowledge; it is a way of humility there being nothing to acquire, nothing to keep; it is the transcendence of all that is habitual in us. It is this vast unknown original field of reality which no one has ever explored. Each moment is new, virgin soil.

Our whole lives should be penetrated by zazen; whatever we do should be none other than zazen; there is no spare time to indulge in anything, even zazen itself. And no preparation is needed for this, because meditation is our original way of life; it is the deep peace of the mindfulness we experience when our whole being is absorbed and opened by what we are doing now, be it sitting, or going about our daily activities.

Our own individual being is like a man in a small boat; and the boat is floating at the mercy of the waves on the sea. So long as we remain like that man in a boat we shall be easily influenced and disturbed by daily events, clinging to conventional beliefs and old habits in the hope that they will provide us with some kind of security; our entire lives may pass like that of a dreamer, or a drunkard.

Zazen is the recognition of the universal life, as it is, within us. Everyone is seeking eternal life and peace, but it is, miraculously here within this moment. Deep peace does not always come from inspiration, special knowledge, or practice; it is present in each and everyone's exhalation, in the deep silence of no-mind.

Zazen is a primordial practice, essentially the trinity of body breath, and mind; and true zazen will not be opened in us until our sitting posture, breathing, and mind are correctly adjusted. Daily practice, awakened determination and teachings bring about this trinity of zazen. We must sit with the back straight and breathe calmly leaving thoughts as they are to come and go like clouds in the sky. Our eyes will naturally be cast to the ground in front of us, not looking at anything; everything around us naturally being reflected, as it is. When we have no focus inside or outside of us, we have 'ten direction eyes', and are free from everything.

Breathing is the rhythm of the universe; it will awaken us to the truth that there is nothing but the breath of the cosmos, coming from an immaculate origin.

To sit in zazen is to experience transparency and nothingness, as well as endless abundance. To sit in zazen is to discover the one within who is born anew every moment of this timeless reality. When one acts with intention, however, there is a split between God and man. To sit and sit without one's 'self' is real sitting.

Do not have satisfaction, or dissatisfaction — Just sit and sit and sit. Once sitting is truly settled, the mind is free from wandering, and one is peace itself. To sit firmly and unconditionally is to realize one's original simplicity and to understand clearly that very little is needed in ordinary life. Seeing this, one is purified.

Zazen is the cessation of the everyday business of thinking! It is, in fact too simple to want to continue — doing nothing, expecting nothing, getting nothing! But we should not be sitting-machines. If our everyday lives are unsound, it is impossible to practise the real way of zazen. If zazen is not the son of daily life, it is a lie. But the opposite is also true — daily life is the son and zazen the mother.

We do not need a particular time to be at 'the gateless gate of dharma', it is enough if we sit in calmness for a while each day Being busy is not the same as having the empty sky in our hearts. If we sit we find that we can sit however busy we may be. Time will be found for eating and sleeping. So, if we say we have no time for meditation, what we are really saying is we have other priorities.

We are all beginners. This is not only true, but necessary — even for someone who has been practising for more than one hundred years. This is not trite sentiment. We need the beginner's mind in everything, whatever we do, whoever we are.

Expert practitioners are naturally able to discern and rectify their attitudes and actions the moment the need arises. They are always able to abandon their own selves. They are always beginners.

This is the meditation of infinite awakening; this sitting does not remain as our own.

Generations of peoples, primarily in Asia, have maintained that the historical Buddha, Gautama, invented zazen, and so was an Absolute God in zazen. The truth is, of course, zazen was not born of, nor created by the historical Buddha; Buddha was born of the unfathomable depths of zazen. We too may be born from the same place, as countless buddhas have in the past. We are all absolute perfection in zazen, infinite perfection — the transcendence of ourselves; the transcendence of the practice; the transcendence of all things. Zazen is and was the mother of Buddha. We should confirm this with our own direct experience — otherwise we shall be carried away by man-made stories and the euphoria of dogma; and this is not our true practice.

-- Hôgen Yamahata, Zazen: Sitting Meditation

[imbadatparking]

Vanessa’s house is the biggest on the block. It sits at the top, overlooking the rest, a beautiful white gate growing unidentifiable purple flowers that change to yellow and blue as the year drags on. The gate is always locked, but the contrasting garden that thrives in the front yard makes it all seem welcoming anyway. I’ve never been inside, but the rumors say that there’s a life-sized painting of Vanessa’s great grandaddy hanging above the real fireplace, that Vanessa has a trust fund in her bank account, that the only reason they live here, instead of somewhere where they’re surrounded by people like them, is because of Vanessa’s daddy’s work. 

Her’s may be the biggest, but Charlie’s and oSamantha’s are pretty close. They were no small feats, even looming next to Vanessa’s, with their tall structures and shameless flaunting, even more so considering the other buildings they stood near. The rows of houses get bigger and bigger the further you drive up the hill. The people are haughtier, and the grass, in an almost funny way, is literally greener on the other side. 

We live at the bottom, and not very proudly. Stock gray tin roof that causes water to run down its tilted surface, across the rusted gutters, into the house in a way that drip, drip, drips into the bowls we place on the concrete floor. There are only a few houses that look like ours, and the kids sit at the curbs and play jacks and trade dimes and nickels for quarters at the corner store. Past that, the road tilts at an almost 45 degree angle, and another layer of wealth is added for every new house. 

It was hard to get used to at first. In Illinois, there wasn’t a Vanessa’s house or a Charlie’s house or a Samantha’s. Our old neighborhood wasn’t divided from those with money and those without. Everyone there had the same gateless front yard where nothing but weeds grew, the same hole in the big toe of their shoe, the same fifty-cent deck of cards to entertain themselves. 

I never used to be ashamed of where I lived, because I never had to worry about looking good in front of kids with money, but ever since we moved here, it’s been different. Vanessa told me I could pretend her house was mine, so the embarrassment isn’t as bad, but that doesn’t change the fact that I know where I live. No, I say, pointing to the sad, poverty-wracked building, that’s not where I live, I actually live there, and I’d point from my bus seat to the top of the hill, admiring the way Vanessa’s gleans in the sunlight like gold underground, feeling pride in a place I didn’t even live in. After Illinois, when Mom needed a change of scenery and Daddy needed a reason not to drink, that’s the place we picked. The biggest house on the hill. The one that overlooks the rest.

| k. - @nosebleedclub prompts. march v. drive up the hill

[bookishcatcafe]

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Gaze into this golden epoch.

Here the first

and last man

stands at the edge of the world—

Singing poems to no one.

The waters dangle off the precipice,

like crystalline stalactites,

dripping naught.

And he, like antkind,

Waltzes to silent numbers

shrouded in the secrecy

of isolation: the silent killer.

He gives

more than it

which takes everything

from him.

As the dwarves in death,

or the seabirds to the sailor-men atop rocks,

like Esther on the motorway: driving

in idealized democratic notions

of what she wants in her life,

drove headfirst into the intersection

between an exit ramp and twirled

like clockwork

off the rails and into shallow waters.

The gates open up,

spilling with a golden liquid,

whiter than the sun,

swirling around his being,

and in moments of trickling time,

he becomes void of human shape

now shining too—

walking through a gateless garden,

the beach subsides,

and time echoes away:

this music for everything,

the waltz that never ends

and ends for everyone.

[buddhismnow]

Morning Meditation — The Great Way has no gate.

Morning Meditation — The Great Way has no gate. https://wp.me/pFy3u-7Xz

‘The Great Way has no gate, a thousand different paths. If you pass through this gateless gate, you’ll walk freely in the Universe.’ Zen master MumonFrom the Mumonkan Dandelion in the railings. On our Twitter account, Buddhism Now @Buddhism_Now, most mornings we post a ‘morning meditation’ like the one above. On the net, of course, it’s morning, afternoon, evening, or nighttime 😀…

[yogiyodhaka]

A few men have asked: "What path is he treading, Why does no speech leave his lips? Why is he mute when he can speak Like the rest of us who walk the path of Inquiry?" When the mind surrender itself to the Light, Neither sound, nor imagery abound its ear and Sight. Neither smell nor taste, not even the senses could it recognize. In Silence it became void of both desires and dislikes. The Self, all-Abiding, like a mirror, clearly reflecting All-in-All! It neither chases not discards. It treads no path. It moves in stillness. It simply is, Nothing. This is the Pathless Path, The Golden Way of Liberation. The Gateless Gate. It simply is, SHIVA.

[lovemaheshwaripost]

Life is not something fixed and finished -

Life is living - a process - just river like - flowing always into the unknown - from the shores of the known to the shores of the unknown.

🌼Gateless Gate

#OSHO 🪷

[johnesimpson]

Terry Tempest Williams, Linda Bierds, etc al.: 'Pausing Each Day at the Gateless Gate… Then Stepping Through'

From whiskey river’s commonplace book:

To Waiting You spend so much of your time expecting to become someone else always someone who will be different someone to whom a moment whatever moment it may be at last has come and who has been met and transformed into no longer being you and so has forgotten you...

[Read the rest]

[omshant]

Darkness

No more dark days

No more deathly impatience

I am the clouds

I am the blue sky

The bird flying through the trees

Are we okay?

Is this real life?

We’re not dying

We’re not falling like flies

Helplessness

What if we forget

Just maintain

Sobriety is (not) worth it

You think you’re doing great

Nothing can get me to relax

You just wait until something happens in life

Something you can deal with

Don’t go off track

The train never comes again

God does wonders for me

It’s a blessing to be here

Be grateful

It could (not) be worse

At least I experienced love

Maybe that was the whole point

An opportunity, honor, and gift

Don’t ask me what the hell I said

I tell my story and black out

I have no idea

This is a faithful saying:

Merge with me

Leave this world of ignorance

Be with me

I will open the gateless gate

To your love

O God

I have discovered love

How deep, how wide

It’s so obvious

God

Higher Power

Nature

Universe

Jesus is My Higher Power

Jesus is the Only Higher Power