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=Austin Woods Self realization scrapbook.= =With the Samanas= =The Assignment= To get a feeling for how the Samanas, Indian ascetics that are found in the novel //Siddhartha//, try to reach enlightenment, we gave up something we enjoy for a week. A Siddhartha expresses, "was Atman then not within him? Was not then the source within his own heart? One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking - a detour, error" (5). I chose to give up ice cream, which ended up being pretty easy.

The Beginning:
"When all the Self was conquered and dead, when all passions and desires were silent, then the last must awaken, the innermost of Being that is no longer Self - the great secret!" Chapter 2, pg. 11 I asked my mom not to buy any ice cream for the week, I figured without seeing it, there would be little temptation.

The Middle:
Still relatively easy, I checked for ice cream once before I remembered the Samanas, but there was no ice cream so I did not break my fast.

"You have renounced home and parents, you have renounced your own will, you have renounced friendship. That is what the teachings preach, that is the will of the Illustrious One. That is what you wished for yourself. Tomorrow, Govinda, I will leave you." While I didn't have to give up all of the things Samanas and Siddhartha gave up, feel any special push for ice cream, however late after a concert I went to, I forgot about the Samanas project and had an Ice Cream cone. So I failed right before I finished.
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Conclusion:
I would do it again, since what I did was like a diet and I am overweight anyway, doing this would be good for me.

Awakening


"Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, sky and river, woods and mountains," (39). In my picture, I Incorporated everything in the quote except for the mountains, I added some colors, the rainbow and the unicorn to show Siddhartha's' coming from a place of darkness, boredom and pain and into a world that seemed too good to be true, after all his days as an Ascetic. I also drew him in the river because of the feeling of peace I get when I am underwater, with the silence and the pressure keeping you suspended, like hovering in air.

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Name: Kamala

The Pleasure Grove (52)
 * Location:**

Dark Brown
 * Eyes:**

Chocolate brown
 * Hair:**

I am a "well-known courtesan" (52). I enjoy the "pleasures of love" (55) andbeing very rich.
 * About Me:**

**Looking For**
The man I am looking for must have "fine clothes" (54) and "fine shoes" (54) and "plenty of money" (54) to be accepted by me. The man must also be "friendly" (59), but also "not...too modest" (59); He must be an equal of the richest merchant in the town and have a way with words.

My Daily Life
1) I get up and take a shower. I hate this part because I am so tired my eyes normally tear up and are bloodshot from yawning. 2) I eat a simple breakfast. 3) I wait for the bus 4)I get to school, and go through the entire day in a sort of autopilot, which allows me enough energy to do my homework and anything intersting later in the evening. 5) I leave school, just glad to be on my way home, despite the ridiculousness of our bus. 6) Im home and life is good again.

Samsara
"Siddhartha had learned how to transact business affairs, to exercise power over people, to amuse himself with women; he had learned to wear fine clothes, to command servants, to bathe in sweet-smelling waters. He had learned to eat sweet and carefully prepared foods, also fish and meat and fowl, spices and dainties, and to drink wine which made him lazy and forgetful"(77).

The Comic
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**Analysis:**
My daily life is pretty similar to most people who are stuck in the hamster wheel of public school, a psychological cage in which you can learn whatever you want, but you have no time time to learn on your own, or make good economical use of the knowledge. The rotation of wake up, go to school, go home, do school, and finally get your little slice of life at the end of the day, that you have to be creative to even use, because you are tired and the day is over is the story of my life. I am sorry if it is not very interesting, but its OK because sometimes it disappoints me too.

=The River=

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I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river And into the river we'd dive

Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle No flowers no wedding dress

At night on them banks I'd lie awake And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse Is a dream a lie if it don't come true Or is it something worse that sends me Down to the river though I know the river is dry Down to the river, my baby and I Oh down to the river we ride

"[Siddhartha] stood alone like a star in the heavens...That was the last shudder of his awakening, the last pains of birth. Immediately he moved on again and began to walk quickly and impatiently, no longer homewards, no longer to his father, no longer looking backwards." Chapter 4, pg. 34

Siddhartha is alone at the point when Kamala realizes she is pregnant. In the song, the singer gets Mary pregnant. Mary is like Kamala in that they are both in semi-illegitimate relationships with their lovers. The river in the song is the place where they were together before their innocence was shattered and the world caught up to them. media type="youtube" key="yVm8PjWCvLg" height="315" width="420"

As I walk through the valley, Of the shadow of L.A.The footsteps that were next to me, Have gone their separate ways I've seen enough now to know that beautiful things, Don't always stay that wayI've done enough now to know this beautiful place, Isn't everything they say I heard that evil comes disguised, Like the city of angels, I'm walking towards the light Baptized in the river, I've seen a vision of my life and I wanna be delivered,In the city was a sinner,I've done a lot of things wrong but I swear I'm a believer Like the prodigal son, I was out on my own Now I'm trying to find my way back home, Baptized in the river, I'm delivered, I'm delivered

"Slowly, like moisture entering the dying tree trunk...so did the world and inertia creep into Siddhartha's soul; it slowly filled his soul, made it heavy, made it tired, sent it to sleep. But on the other hand his senses became more awakened, they learned a great deal, experienced a great deal." Chapter 7, pg. 61

This song is about corruption and the river having the ability to cleanse your soul of it. It reminds me of the time when Siddhartha studied the river after becoming greedy and living in the town for a while. 

media type="youtube" key="bzLUjzHSed4" height="315" width="560" Ah, peace like a river ran through the city Long past the midnight curfew We sat starry-eyed Ooh, oh,we were satisfied O-o-oh, when I remember Misinformation followed us like a plague Nobody knew from time to time If the plans were changed Oh, oh, oh, if the plans were changed.

You can beat us with wires You can beat us with chains You can run out your rules But you know you can't outrun the history train

But out of all secrets of the river, he today only saw one, this one touched his soul. He saw: this water ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and was nevertheless always there, was always an at all times the same and yet new in every moment! Great be he who would grasp this, understand this! He understood and grasped it not, only felt some idea of it stirring, a distant memory, divine voices.

This song is about the assured order in the world. You may not be able to see the forest for the trees, but you can always be sure it is there.

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"Was Atman then not within him? Was not then the source within his own heart? One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking - a detour, error." Chapter 1, pg. 5

"The river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth...in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere, and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past, nor the shadow of the future...Siddhartha the boy, Siddhartha the mature man and Siddhartha the old man [are] only separated by shadows, not through reality...Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence." Chapter 9, pg. 87

"All the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world. All of them together was the stream of events, the music of life...then the great song of a thousand voices consisted of one word: Om - perfection." Chapter 11, pg. 110-11

Om is the sound of the world, the hum of harmony between the soul and nature. Om, meaning to forgive and forget, the most peaceful, and most difficult to attain abilities. Om is the beauty of the world, which even at the most basic level, trumps alll that man has ever done. The picture is symbolic of the beauty and peace of the river, at which Siddhartha learned the most.