Sunday, October 13, 2013

Touching the Infinite

There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code...
== Leonard Cohen, The Future

That is a perfect description of a non-epiphany, that rarest of moments, when God Almighty lets go of the scruff of your neck and lets you be human for a little while...
== Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard

Don't beleive everything.  If something seems true, keep it as a working hypothesis.  Save your degrees of freedom until you really need them.
== Terence McKenna

Since I don't have to choose, I guess I won't...
== Lou Reed, Street Hassle

Casually see but don't do like the SoulCause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys...
What does it all mean?
==  De La Soul, Three is the Magic Number

Karma is the past, everything that brought you to this point where are you are.  Dharma is the future, the  possibilities of where you can go.  The now is that place sandwiched between the two where infinity is realized and brought into existence.  It is the most exciting place to live life.
== Sukhram Singh

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Ever find yourself wondering what choice to make?  Or maybe you are completely bored and everything seems the same?  Or do you ever find yourself afraid? 

These are transition points.  Mulch-dimensional crossroads.  Invitations to the infinite of now.    When you are one with God, you are I am.  You co-create infinity with all of the other morphic co-creators.  That's how we roll.

 I have struggled most of my life to make some type of sense out of these clues, these magical beans, these tarnished gems that litter the worn paths, biways, and autobahns of my civilization.  The Tao that can be told is not the real Tao.  Aborigines from Australia will often walk miles to show you something to be sure you understand it when they find language a weak form of representation.  

The following story from the radio explains when infinity occurs in chess.  It is as good of an explanation as I have come across.  So here is to all the explorers, pioneers, adventures, poets, dreamers who boldly go where no one has gone before . . . and map the route.  As Einstein has shown, time is the moving edge of reality.  So how do you know you are at that edge?  Listen to this program, it describes the process better than I can do in the time allotted: 

Thursday, October 07, 2010


God is Here!
god is here!
right here
right now
it is all true
all of it
the hereness
the second coming
the coming again
and again
and again

how do I tell you?
do I scream it?
do I howl it?
do I pray it?
do I beg you?
does it matter?


the first pulsars of
the cosmic shockwave
have pierced
the citadel
of perception

the how I know
the wheres
and hows dont matter

my vision may
be dismissed because
s/he/it is not
we were told to expect
you can only tell by
the truth and nakedness
of my words

I wasnt “told” any thing
no prophetic warnings
no special messages
nothing but wow
as the cosmic dimensions
of the pulsar embodiment
passed through
plain of existence

I am the village boy
running back to town
to tell everyone that
the foreign army has arrived
I am the village boy
half excited half scared
with no news except
life is about to change
I am the village boy
who will always be
able to say
I saw it first
among my friends

God’s shoe
the cosmic foot
rolls from heal to toe
the cylindrical arc of otherness
passes over
squishing all
Like some bug
on the ground

was I strong enough
to standwith death?
did the sacred asanas
teach the right angles
to pierce the
jeffersonian plane
a crumbs shoe
passed through
perfect wave
rolling energy

in joy
in side
in Body
biotic archways

this is the palace of kublai khan
this is the holy of holies
this is the maternal womb
this is the galactic center
this is the end of history
this is what everyone has been waiting for
this is golgotha revisited
this is arc and covenant
this is the alter
this is the unimagable
this is it

light hair

I want my sperm released
I go to the center of now
cells shake
mind quakes
soul awakes

I want oneness
I want to be relieved of my burden
I want to rid myself of the blindness of sexuality
I want the orgasm of marriage
I want the pure love of the universe flowing through my veins
I want the reward
any reward

I dont want a dealer
I dont want a priest
I dont want a guru
I just want me
my wife
my children
with eyes open
be free from
that keep honesty & love at bay

without forgiveness
or bankruptcy
of society
this American dream
is without works

I have met you
Face to Face
Get behind me
You do not
You cant see the Face
Of God
And live
Bind my awareness
To the depths
of depression
To the breadth
of education
To the heights
of worship

God is here


Monday, September 20, 2010

A Prayer for Equinox

Rely not on the teacher, but on the teaching.
Rely not on the words of the teaching, but on the spirit of the words.
Rely not on theory, but on experience.
Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.
Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.
Do not believe anything because it is spoken and rumored by many.
Do not believe in anything because it is written in your religious books.
Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.
But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.

-- from the Kalama Sutra

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Cosmic Turkey!

What if mother earth is just a giant egg? A big crusty element of a large sentinel being that we have taken over and have been sponging off of the surface, kind of like a parasite? As the being inside, like a dinosaur egg comes awake or hatches, it would have to unfold like a transformer. No different than a baby chicken, an eagle, or a human baby.

A being or baby inside of mother earth, something that big, would have to gestate for a really long time -- you know: eras, epics, or ions (nine months in god's time). The reconstituted being would probably emerge from its pupa shell like a butterfly in second stage its enzymatic evolution, or even a birth process involving some type of post-gestational birth canal into a new reality of existence. I would want to be around to watch such a birth going on -- I mean, wouldn't you? Maybe I would even use my video camera and film it for YouTube.

Such a process on an egg 8 thousand miles in diameter might not bode well for any fungus or mold that was stuck to the egg shell. Even if the shell became a skin, it might be really difficult to hang on -- emotionally speaking. It would make the 1960s look like child's play!

Now, to put this in a perspective, if the being were like a a bird, coming out of its egg that large, the baby bird would have a wingspan of over 20,000 miles. A butterfly would be even bigger. If it was just a baby being, after watching my two kids get bigger since they were born, this bird fully realized is going to grow into something really large in its conquest of space and dimensionality.

Hypothetically speaking, if mother earth was such an egg, and an egg that big was cracking, or a mega-large pupa shell being was being discarded, what would it look like. I mean in relative terms from our perspective. It would cast off waste products as it broke apart. Pieces of the surface flying off. Scabs, boils, pimples, rashes, growths -- those icky bodily type fluids. The cosmic afterbirth.

Think of how big ejaculate is, relative to the outside of the human body? On a cosmic scale, would it look at feel like space junk floating outside of its body?

Maybe the purpose of our civilization, our economy, our cites, our factories, the pollution, the pimples, the eruptions, all the electric lights at nights, maybe they are all just for decoration of the shell, skin, the ectoderm of this being as it changes, transforms, or evolves into its next existence. What would such an evolution look like to us? How long would an egg that is 24 thousand miles across take to crack? What would happen to all that mass and matter? Would you even be able to observe it happening, unless of course you were living there right when it cracked?

If it was a bird emerging out of the fires, a Phoenix rising on a galactic scale, you would be able to recognize it? I sometimes wonder if that is the purpose of Buddhism. To learn to sit really quietly so you can sense when the cracking starts and the end begins? Or is this what the Mayans figured out with the long count calendar? Is this the big change? Is this what the Sikhs are waiting for: the next evolution?

Maybe the evolution isn't us, but it is the pedestal of our existence. Maybe global warming is not man made. Maybe it is just the energy generated when the earth goes through its gestational shift. A fart here and there, a skin lesion. You know, a biologic response to what is going on inside or out.

If this is the case, it could be kind of fun! Happy Thanksgiving!

Peace to all,
Light to all,
Love to all

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Earth Angel

Welcome back to the 1960s. Time is going backwards. Time machine may just a metaphor for undoing past wrongs. Which raises the question: Can Obama apologize for slavery?

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Would You Take the Blue Pill or the Red Pill?

How does morality work in the human mind? This video is fascinating.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

The Eyes of The Shepherdess

This post could be called "Sailing Past The Sirens"

"I saw a big circus tent, and I crawled over to it and lifted the canvas and looked inside."

"What did you see?"


-- as retold by Johnny W.

I have an announcement, W.J. lied to me....there was no circus tent! There was just this ominous smokey cloud that came in from the west that engulfed me in a transforming matrix of alternating metallic colors, orange and blue vibrating into red and white and back again. The pattern was an apple-core quilt style with a dot right in the center of each piece. The quilt wrapped around me and my sympathetic vibrating harmonized with the nano-colors as fabric passed through me destabilizing everything I have ever known to be true.

At some point, I realized I had entered a portal of infinity with nothing to hold on to. I was scared shitless as every molecule in my body was vibrating at bee speed, and getting louder. I also knew that I was on my own, all alone, and if I did not make it back, I would be folded by this undulating matrix into the fossil record of infinity.

For reasons of safety and self preservation, I moved away from the vortex, not sure if I was pulling this new reality with me, contaminating other areas, or if its gravity was weakening. Time and space were definitely stretching. Only at this point did I wake my other and ask for help, only to confront an enraged archetype that had been summoned from hell against her wishes. I was standing naked before Isis, and it was not pretty.

Industrial Disease

Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
Theres rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
Theres a meeting in the boardroom theyre trying to trace the smell
Theres leaking in the washroom theres a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
goodness me could this be industrial disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
Theyre refusing to be pacified its him they blame the most
The watchdogs got rabies the foremans got fleas
And everyones concerned about industrial disease
Theres panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows its the industrial disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze
On itv and bbc they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over theres an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean industrial disease

Doctor parkinson declared Im not surprised to see you here
Youve got smokers cough from smoking, brewers droop from drinking beer
I dont know how you came to get the betty davis knees
But worst of all young man youve got industrial disease
He wrote me a prescription he said you are depressed
But Im glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of industrial disease

I go down to speakers corner Im thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say theyre jesus one of them must be wrong
Theres a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
Theyre pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you rule brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in espana and sunday striptease
Meanwhile the first jesus says Id cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons
The other ones on a hunger strike hes dying by degrees
How come jesus gets industrial disease