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September 19, 2012, 12:36 am

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HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI!!!!!

I am not looking for solutions to the crashed computer problem now. It is being handled. I will just have to push back projects for about a week more. At that time I hope to recover my data and continue online teaching and work soon after. In the meantime I'm typing on a loaner, can keep connected with friends, current on events and creative outputs of the many cyber-teachers and love tribe. Tending more to what's presented in front of me also.
I am deeply appreciative for the support, help, and advice of many readers and friends. This minor temporal, and temporary, inconvenience has already provided many lessons. There is more present-focused interaction with both humans and animals. An awareness of my own unhealthy self-programmed false 'need' to produce on an artificial schedule. There are other revelations to be shared at another time.

But I'll probably eventually resume ranting about the undeniably unacceptable, and the astonishingly beautiful examples of behaviors continuously presented by life in the Kali yuga. Hopefully the beauty will far outweigh the separating and isolating ugliness, as it actually tends to do in our private worlds. There is a lot of grace flowing to some of us even while we abhor the atrocities done to others. I don't know why that is, but I am bearing witness to it. I have no philosophical or spiritual 'box' to contain an answer or a cosmology to explain authoritatively what we are all experiencing with eyes wide open, but I revel in, and live for, the insights, compassion and sharing that gets activated and moved in this medium.

Love to all
-bholanath  

   ps - 19th September is Bom Shankar Bholenath Day (grin)

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In Loss, the Beauty Remains

September 27, 2012, 10:40 pm

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These full moons - do they seem to come around before you're expecting? Are you having too much fun? I welcome the fullness, since I can't get enough of the 'revealing'. Yes, madness comes with the territory, and it's maybe even the major necessary element of revelation, in this age anyway. Mad dogs and psychopathic self-important morons in the noon day sun, on the world stage and in a neighborhood near you. And on every channel 24/7 for the foreseeable future.  Cartoons for the terminally deluded streaming from the UN.

It's all mitigated on an astonishing level too, by the beauty and sanity of Gaia's natural animal body and the empathic, loving unity within today's surviving sober tribes. At 7000 ft. we're getting the brilliant golden splashes of aspens, etc everywhere. At farmers markets and harvest celebrations the mood is commitment to keep on keepin on in anticipation of an even more brutal winter. We refuse to succumb to the programmed, engineered despair designed to capture our whole awareness. 

In my world, we are also being tasked with the celebration and memorial for the life of our great bhakta singer and drummer bro who last week took an early leave (6 years younger than me). It has shocked our drumming world around the planet. He and I have been guru-bhais on two levels, at least (Ud. Zakir Hussain), and collaborated many times, mutually inspiring the other to the max. I drummed for his daughter in dance classes and performances in the 90s, and worked for his wife's company for a few years since 2001. Those kinds of leavings tend to have various magical consequences following, and they are still going on. Not easy, but undeniably real. I guess it's a tribal thing, based on love of beauty and surrender. 

There's been some strange energies coming at me at various points recently, and especially strange since these have occurred while I have been in deep practice. Once, playing for many people last week at a retreat on the mountain with Sufi and Hindu singers, a large woman came on stage and was reaching for one of my drums in the middle of a piece. I said firmly "No!", and she launched into a tirade about how I didn't have any "love", or how "unloving", or something or other...hmmm. A few days later, while in the midst of a deep session in the temple, after our brother's passing, we were rocking it with the posse and a great Indian woman drummer from our sister-temple in India. Another psycho-queen grabbed an unused drum and started totally fucking the vibe up at a loud volume. I politely asked her to please lay out, and she also went ballistic and chaos ensued in the room. Later I had dirt thrown at me and more angry words outside. This will be dealt with, since we're in a lead-up to a big annual feast as well as the memorial, and I have been designated 'dictator' of the music and instruments by the staff and board (heh - they're finally waking up!), and there are 'security' personnel. I'm just not sure why I'm attracting this kind of shit. It comes with the territory as a performer, and it's happened occasionally over the years, so it's not new, but...why now? Full moon? A new level of dementedness reached in the Kali yug? My own Saturn square aspect? 
Maybe it's just a further revealing of the appalling ignorance of 'merkins toward anything to do with traditions and respect. Fuck if I know.

I thought I might write today about more of the political and religious weirdness happening around this season, but I guess I'm just not in the mood. John Lash has some interesting things to say lately (if you can take his weirdnesses), which includes what he calls "the great bulwark of the archontic religious lie: master race theory". Geez, I just have no use for 'religion' as it is understood and practiced by most people. And I'm just so tired of being sick and tired of talking about it. Heh, there's even a movie coming out based on the book Caesar's Messiah (trailer on YouTube). That should stir the pot some. Bring it on!

I'm praying for the Montana wolves, on whom open-season may start in 3 days, if lawsuits fail. Take a look at THIS ARTICLE on a couple who lived in a tent for 6 YEARS with the wolf tribe. Extraordinary photos and story. 

I did want to mention that I read something really wacked on a site (NIO) which I had previously included in my blog list. I wrote a note to Dr. Steve Best, the animal-lib author, lecturer and activist, and he told me he now considers NIO organization as completely insane, and has severed all ties. I agree with that assessment, and have removed my link. It is sad that all collectivities of humans, including those working for sentient-being liberation, somehow manage to mostly get infiltrated and taken over by the unhinged.

This is a little video project I put up yesterday. It is somewhat different from my usual, but have a look. As always, the sound quality is better with headphones or good speaker system. 
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In a Shiv-Shakti Bhav

October 16, 2012, 10:00 pm

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There's just too much happening too fast in my little corner of samsara, so I've been letting the outer illusion-matrix kind of dissolve out of my view while I savor the tsunami of grace flowing through some windows that have recently opened up. Windows, doors, and whole walls have blown open. I know it's Navaratri time, and the Devi is in her full power, but I'm also feeling in a Shiva bhava (how not?), so, in order to move along with this space beyond what was covered previously, I'm just posting some short vids that are coherent with the current vibe I'm feeling. I may never be able to go back (isn't that how it works anyway?). 
 

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November 20, 2012, 11:46 pm

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As Jim Stone said today, "the truth does not hate, it just is". Truth be told, I took a break from media, news, internet, radio, all of it from before the (s)election a couple weeks back. On the other hand, maybe lies do hate; or maybe that's just intellectual semantics. The reality is that more than 99% of both what spews from the above sources, as well as what passes for normal human utterances, has zero spiritual content. That puts it pretty much in the 'lie' category. And from that it clearly follows that almost all of the terminally degraded 'beings' constituting our species are filled with hate (and fear) - of everything "other", including but not limited to: spirit, life-forms, co-operation, creativity, empathy, compassion, innocence, love... Clearly, it is all as intolerable to Bhoomi-devi as it is to my ears, and probably yours too. 

What I had been doing/not-doingwas a period of retreat and satsang of spontaneous and grace-filled regeneration, a plunge into an ever-deepening unknown, filled with silence and wonder, un-enhanced by any medicinal aids, which brought forth both profound remembrance and primal tests of courage, among many other deeply affecting consequences. Now isn't the time for more details; there's an ongoing process of integration that makes every day, and hour, off-the-charts intense, and writing doesn't come easy. I sense also that I am not alone in this level of experience happening to some degree with others at this cosmic moment. Purely speculation, I don't know. It's not my business either.

There came a point in time (yeah, back here) when I checked back in. I question whether there are words in our language to precisely define the level of insanity reached by humans, or what is taking place in this planetary sphere. I certainly don't have the vocabulary. There's probably an epidemic of 'dumb-struck' in the Love Tribe. Elsewhere the cacophony of religious and political mind-fucking, chaos-invoking noise is deafening. I'm not able to get too near it, but glean the essence of current developments in short glances. 
First thing that came to my attention is the local [Los Lunas, NM] "Coyote Killing Contest", apparently unstoppable since it took place this last weekend, even with BLM and State lands supposedly "off limits". "Hunters" had brought their AK's to town to show those animal-lover protesters that 'nobody's gonna take away our guns and right-to-hunt'.
SAME DEMONIC SHIT AS "THEY HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO DEFEND THEMSELVES"....really, it's all the same to me. Do we need to create sub-categories of the Wetiko disease????
To view another perspective, the sane and reverent human one, view this local Coyote rehab release video.
And, as well this one, and this one too. 

War on Wolves [sub-category of War-On-Everything] is going well: 7 shot at Yellowstone this weekend, 5 WITH RADIO COLLARS. Hundreds have been murdered in last couple weeks in at least 5 states. Here's a fact: 99% of hunters in the Kali Yuga are pieces of shit. "US Wildlife Services", of course, is a quintessential example of the 5000-year-old epidemic of in-your-face lies. 
Just found this quote from John Steinbeck [The Log from the Sea of Cortez]:
"We have never understood why men mount the heads of animals and hang them up to look down on their conquerors. Possibly it feels good to these men to be superior to animals, but it does seem that if they were sure of it they would not have to prove it. Often a man who is afraid must constantly demonstrate his courage and, in the case of the hunter, must keep a tangible record of his courage. For ourselves, we have had mounted in a small hardwood plaque one perfect borrego [bighorn sheep] dropping. And where another man can say, "There was an animal, but because I am greater than he, he is dead and I am alive, and there is his head to prove it," we can say, "There was an animal, and for all we know there still is and here is proof of it. He was very healthy when we last heard of him." 

Speaking of being healthy (and the War On Health) there's this sub-category: The Great Mexican Maize Massacre. And even this is merely a miniscule example of the multitude of symptoms. 
Yet, we live on a planet with a substantial Sane/Love-Tribe population, scattered and isolated as it may be. We live for the beauty of the infinite forms of the bounty of this world, the creatures who allow us to engage our eyes directly, the sensuous and nourishing members of the plant lokas to whom we give gratitude, the enjoyment of our brothers' and sisters' creative expressions. And we profoundly and deeply appreciate, in wonderment, the interrelationship and interconnectedness of species/tribes/nations in this marvelous, unknowable lap of the Mother. Here's an example: The Year of the Bat 

For the record, here is a concise history of the War-On-Lovers-of-Life. And as a contrast, there is the new website - The Science of Animal Sentience.  
How do we walk through this, even, or especially, if it's only going to be a relatively short journey? This mantra has re-emerged: 'we have all the time in the world'. I believe we at least have time to make sure each and every one of our loved ones, our co-creators, our spirit collaborators - human and other - knows for certain that we appreciate, adore, love them, and are deeply grateful for the blessing of sharing this incarnation with them.

Since I spent a good amount of timerecently (also) relishing various genres of exquisite music, may I post some for you?
Did you know that Mr. Tosh was assassinated on 9/11/87? Does that need a comment?

   

This is deliriously joyfull, and profound: 
 

This one has been a favorite (theme song?) for a couple years, cracking my friends up as it blasted from my car..."even my best friends, they don't know..."
 

Lastly, an invocation to Goddess Saraswati, traditional from the Dagar dhrupad lineage (my guru-bhai, Manik Munde, on pakhawaj): 

Recovering Missing Time

February 9, 2013, 12:34 am

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Yamantaka, artist unknown - personal collection

My namaskars to any and all readers who might have found their way back here after seeing no activity for a period of two months (actually much more). That's a significant chunk of time from a certain perspective and considering the fullness of what has transpired, I'm not sure where to go in this always-very-undefined chronicling of one old pilgrim's (inside and out) travels, let alone knowing even where to begin. Heh, I know I'm not the only one who has fallen silent during the great, weird and perplexing transition (to what, I don't know!) through which we have recently passed. Other intrepid souls have soldiered on, keeping us updated on the unbroken stream of madness of these times, and I bow in gratitude, though the madness now completely eludes or defies comprehension.

I guess I should maybe point out that Universe/Goddess has knocked this one out to the very edge of what's considered 'normal' 3D reality (for even ultimate 'outsiders'), where previous abilities of presumed reality-comprehension are almost absent throughout most days, though these are not much missed or even given thought. The overall impression is that there has been a transit into an alternate zone of 'time' - a 'loka' where time itself barely exists as known in the earlier existence. And this has only a very small connection to the passing of any of the calendars, ancient or modern.

No, something else has transpired which, in this life, I had no knowledge of, nor even believed truly existed except for vague memories of fleeting dreamtime impressions, momentary past-life time-warp flashes, or mystical references that seemed mythical but maybe containing an amount of hidden truth but not within my level of faith to believe or personally know.

Ok, yeah, I'm being pretty vague and obscure. The reason is that I'm dealing with emerging realities that are actually dangerous things (on certain levels) to be tapping into in the Matrix circumstances where we all find ourselves, where there seems to be no way out, where all paths to a sane and reverent world for living sentient beings are seemingly blocked from all directions by an all-powerful array of multidimensional weaponry wielded by the most all-pervasive evil forces of Wetiko to have ever existed in this universe. I acknowledge some trepidations about revealing certain thought-dreams (cue Bob Dylan). We've watched while many, including the greatest medicine-warriors, past and present, have been being taken out, or isolated in captivity, like, forever. I don't think I need to identify specifically the Wetiko factions, since they're ID-ed all over the web, and we're well aware of their degenerate activities both public and private. I can say that it feels like a dangerous and tenuous moment here, because certain processes of healings - and counter-actions - are taking place connected to traumas from various levels of 'the past', recent and long-distant. We all are well aware of what has been, and is currently, being done to our children, and all other innocent life-forms (more specifically, women and children - it's what "soldiers" do); everywhere is war (cue Ras Tafari); who is involved, and their agendas (trans-humanism & emotion-consumption?); and the extent of the centuries-long cover-ups.

"Toys" for our children- drones and SWAT

 

We are also somewhat but less aware of the various magical-shamanic-tantric-entheogenic practices/technologies/wisdoms that have so-far mitigated and obstructed the total success of the Life/Earth-hating human-imposters [skills soon to be seen reactivated with a vengeance].

By way of illustration and metaphoric references to changing natures of Time, that recently caught my attention, there are 3 'films', recently watched, that parallel, in a sense, what is being perceived from my personal level of crazy out-of-timeness. (I'm really barely tracking what day, hour, week, or month it currently is…)
The first one was a captivating, hilarious throughout, movie called Safety Not Guaranteed (acting, script exquisite). It's a quirky romantic tale of two misfits joining in a mission to secretly build a 'time machine', yes - fun! Time travel as a way to rectify past 'bad choices' or heal 'consciousness-lapses'(?). Can love overcome the paranoia and mass-isolation/marginalization-programming? Themes portrayed here synchronistically proved to be useful in maintaining a heightened level of levity throughout the days and weeks following the viewing in which certain tests of spiritual focus were presenting themselves pretty continuously around here. References were made daily to 'my time-machine project in the basement', heh, during a number of high strangeness revelations, in close personal proximity to some archetypal psychopathic dramas in a 'spiritual-community' context being played out and needing to be skillfully dealt with.

Secondly, there's Cloud Atlas. A must-see, which symbolically portrays practically every degeneracy of historic Wetiko-infected 'civilizations', past, present and (possible) future(!); and the never-ending stream of human consciousness surviving, sacrificing, and progressing throughout endless lifetimes, rooted in, and maintained, very clearly, through the power of love. A critical mind might find flaws, but it is a masterpiece of film-art. I found great resonance within much of this 3-hour marathon ride, sobering, inspiring, and profound.  Here, the underlying theme is how the characters' remain deeply connected through lifetimes, ages, and cultures, even into "future" incarnations. So, time loses its linearity, and the "present" can only be grasped fleetingly as a shifting and fluid dream-like state.

The third 'film' was actually the concluding fifth season of the tv series Fringe. The upshot tying all the sub-plots and characters together was the idea that the gray-suited, baldheaded 'observers' (who showed up and took control over our - and a parallel - world) were/are actually the result of the evolution of a future insane 'science' experiment in the 22nd century. It was discovered at that (future) time that emotions could be deleted progressively from members of our species with a resulting increase in "intelligence" (the kind exemplified by that "autistic" freak Temple Grandin). That gradual tweaking resulted in an empathy-less race that developed time-travel technology and 'traveled' to this time in order to rule all planets for all time [yeah, what-fucking-ever]. However, it turns out some 'went native' and eventually discovered love during their observations, and also one 'conceived' an anomalous child with both high emotional/telepathic/healing capacities and intelligence. The kid is finally sent into the future time of the first discovery to convince the scientists of their terrible consequences and to take a different, more holistic path. The result was the 're-setting' of time. The appearance of the 'observers' never happens. Lovers aren't sacrificed nor do their children die. Scientific hubris is exposed and such areas of research terminated. Nice wrap-up.

 I'm just holding the position that we are now in a different 'time'-frame, that we've been imprisoned in a deeply fraudulent spiritual propaganda-matrix regarding time, and our paths of action must change, and have changed drastically. I don't believe in using the moment for, nor do I have any interest in, explaining or convincing others of the errors of the previous era of hubristic and ego-centric human behaviors. I don't mean that we're out of the woods/pit of hell, by any means. Its just that words, spoken or written, with the idea of changing consciousnesses of our fellow species appear to have been not as effective as hoped. Some are commitedly locked into 24/7 delusion, and others into some kind of Wetiko 'trans-humanism' fetish. Either way, they are outside of 'now', and rooting down and reasoning are out of the question. I don't participate in lengthly discussions of "how fucked up things are" any more with friends. I'd rather keep bring awareness around to love and beauty. Not for reasons of new-age head-burying, but because its all been covered and talked to death for some of us our whole lives. Is that insane? Maybe, but I'm simply calling out a new 'yuga', in my own simple-minded way.

OK, I'm probably certifiable now. Barely using clock or calendar. On waking I decide what to call 'today'. Making new names for weeks, months, years, yugas and other such categories of temporal measure, of lengths which I decide upon spontaneously in the moment. Everywhere the shitstem is same, micro- and macro-cosmically, I see, I hear, it's in my face, it comes to my home….I'm looking for courage and uncompromising impeccability, but mostly no one around cuts it, it's nowhere to be found, so I stay where I can't be found. Suddenly I have everything I need or ever wanted. Dedicated, enthusiastic students visit me frequently on Skype. I've been two months without wheels, chopping wood, carrying water, rooting down a couple miles up a snowy dirt road. I'm repairing my hovel, cleaning house, burning stuff, dropping off at the community thrift store, and sending extra winter-wear to some freezing elders in Lakota-land….now that I just got wheels again.  As for calendars, I'm using the ones shown at right. As you can see, they are circular/cyclical. Some days/periods are 'elephants', others are 'flowers', and occasionally there are 'hearts', along with the frequent 'mirrors' and 'stars'….so everything is covered and life stays on schedule (grin).

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Matangi: According to John Lash, by his temporal reckoning, we have entered into the time of the Mahavidya Goddess Matangi. She is "the outcast", "she who vanquishes deceit". From his article on metahistory.org:
"As voodoo was directed against the predators of the native Haitians, so it may be said that the supernatural magic of Kali is now directed against the globalist fascist elite. This is the power to avenge those who have been wronged, polluted by the toxics potions of the predators, left out and left over, discarded. Kali herself is the exterminator of behavioral clones, the archontified population living in terror of those who reign over them by victim-perpetrator collusion, the rule of deceit. But Matangi is specifically the terminator of deceit and exterminator of the deceitful, including those in complicity with perpetration of social evil, who far outnumber the originators, strategists, or masterminds. For instance, the media whores, talking heads, and shills who lavishly propagated the cover-up of 9/11. Those who to this day protest in the public airwaves, 'But why would the government lie to us?', when they know better."
Umm…SANDY HOOK, anyone? There's a growing consensus that 'humiliation' is a big factor in this, and all the other uncountable atrocities. Another factor is that all of it just really creeps out any normal human left standing. Sure, mind-fucking has always gone on, but as information and awareness has risen in a portion of the species doing 'the work', the mind-scramble (with its attendant meds, GMOs, psy-ops traumas, and chemtrails) has reached unheard-of diabolical and demonic levels. Now the term 'demoralization' has been used to describe the main agenda feature. Twelfth Bough is really covering the deep levels of the war splendidly. Personally, the level of 'local demoralization' has been hitting very close to home. And Marsha Stout's new book describes what's happening as "Limbic Warfare" - worth checking out.

Lash thinks we have to come up with a way to 'trick' or deceive the 'deceiver'-forces - Matangi's teaching. Be as cunning as the predator, and somehow pull a "false flag" on 'em. Not sure how that works, but will have to listen to his latest talks.

What happened on my way to the city yesterday: Stopped by the Rio Grande visitor center on the highway to fill water bottles, and was met by a BLM official moron who lectured me on how 'his' water was not for "home use". The word "control" was used at least twice as well as "ownership", and a reference to "who dug the well". So I wondered: BLM is not 'public land' and his salary as well as cost of well-digging, though paid by taxpayers, does not permit 'the public' access to any of the benefits. A clear example of the gene-pool that needs to be phased out. Of course this is the same BLM that 'turns a blind eye' to the sale of its captured wild mustangs to slaughterhouses, while pretending to 'protect' them and our public lands - for fraking! As a mad friend once asked, "this is a water planet, isn't it?"

I'm gonna end this with an absolutely hypothetical, fictional tale, of which any comparison with real-life persons is purely unintended and coincidental:
Let's say there's this old dude who has been keepin' on keepin' on for sixty-some years on this planet, searching out/stumbling-upon the best initiations and masters, doing 'the work' as best as he's able, avoiding matrix entrapment for the most part, attempting to walk the path in beauty, fighting the good fight, skirting the very edges of sanity solely with holistic self-medication, having and losing friends, associates and partners as awareness of unacceptable compromises arise, thinking he has experienced love in some instances in its highest forms but ending up disillusioned around others' less-than-full commitment to truth, having kept a 'positive' vibration going, avoiding cynicism, and had resigned himself to full acceptance of an increasingly more solitary but somewhat fulfilling and creative life for his remaining years, with a fair amount of sadness and vexation at the absurdity of the situation of this birth and existence in Kali yuga.
Then suppose in this hypothetical situation a much younger person suddenly appears, one whose presence is one of the most shockingly, unwaveringly 'present' experienced by the old dude, one whose every word and expression and gesture and sound and glance and silence in every moment embodies the absolute essence of his lifetime-acquired sense of all that is beautiful. Then add to that: the overwhelming, undeniable realization that actually the whole life has been a search for this individual (should she exist) ["with eyes like the one I ached for"*]. Well, actually not even sure how long the search has gone on, perhaps lifetimes, perhaps many many of those…yugas?…an unfamiliar, unquestionable certainty of that feeling, the truth of which almost cracks the veils of forgetfulness. It doesn't matter though, really, since all the same exact impressions, feelings, and recognitions are instantly identically answered with an added "yes" just as the words leave his/her lips.
Some kind of 'time-periods' go by. Each day is filled with nourishing, calm and clear silence, with song, with tumultuous healings of personal and collective traumas, with effortless impeccable spontaneous creativity, with continuous expressions of adoration and gratitude. Oh yeah, also more gratitude, and gratitude too.
So, these two, brought together by Goddess in order to create a Shri Yantra, together, for the community on the last day of Navaratri 2012, though remaining 'in the world', fall into a deeper level of really seeing the distractions of the 'maya' matrix, excessive attention upon which perhaps prevent us from staying on the exact path and arriving at the exact place at the exact moment - in the 'bindu' point of the yantra of our eternal beingness - to discover the universal (union of all the verses) scientific theory-of-everything formula for the new yuga: that TIME EQUALS LOVE [major thesis and mathematical proof to follow]. 
Neither one knows where, why, who, or how 'it' will go, any more than they know what kind of day they will wake up to in the next 'unit of time'. 
....just a story. 

 *Quoted from Martin Prechtel's "Stealing Benefacio's Roses", where, at the end, Old Man in the Mayan Goddess story says "That's the way it always happens…" JUST READ THE BOOK!

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March 1, 2013, 2:42 pm

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"Song Sung Blue" - Daily Coyote

Had enough of "the shift"/"ascension"/"awakening", all the omniscient gurus of false humility, the prognostications of "the (fill-in-blank) cosmic calendar was off by 'x' days" so-calledteachers/enlightenment-facilitators, the time-wasting absorption in morbid vicarious living through the infantile leelas/dramas of "rising stars of modern spirituality" (eg: promoted by silly new-age networks like "Shift", which somehow came to "own" the 13 IndigenousGrandmothers [WTF?])? We were talking about 'time' here some days ago, and others have noticed perceptual changes.  Since then I've been tracking evidence of "change" (or lack thereof) in temporal and human-collective terms, and current perceptions of same, as appears on the web world and in other places, and that has prompted me to look up the term "narcissistic supply". Interesting. And, yes, there are roots and early-childhood causes for this and related disorders, and there should be some level of compassion in our response to it's presence, but 'idiot compassion'? I don't believe so. Wow, the levels of both denial and of unfamiliarity with the concept are astonishing. I guess we should take to heart what the I Ching counsels: "It is important above all to possess enough greatness of soul to bear with imperfect people". Obviously, because of their complexity and vastness, many things are impossible to track and come to any absolute conclusions. But that doesn't seem to stop the many voices of personal certainty, and even the passing on of 'information' directly transmitted from "God". Oh well. Enough said. Each to his/her own. 

I've had an interest in following the Kumbha Mela, currently winding up in India (some good friends are there, along with 40 million other pilgrims; some of us are always on pilgrimage). Somehow I came upon the website of Baba Rampuri, a long-time American initiate of a major Naga Baba sect, a gentleman only slightly younger than myself who went to India first time a year after my ('69) initial trip. He doesn't strike me as a "guru" as such, but is considerably articulate regarding Sanatan Dharma, especially the history of the Naga Babas and their perennial oral-tradition "Book of the World". 42 years living as a Naga dude. Respects. Worth checking out some of his lecture vids. His words definitely triggered some potent memories of my early days in India and what was transmitted from a Baba at that time. It is absurdedly sad how so much bullshit is constantly and currently being propagated regarding what precious gifts and life-transforming/healing experiences are always and still readily available to the truly open and receptive individual willing to suspend the western-programmed mind, shut the fuck up, listen to the Devic spirits of the natural world and the subtle voices of the sacred 'tirths' (power-places/otherworldly-portals), and truly humble oneself before the hoary traditions of human and non-human masters. It also doesn't hurt to (easily) avail oneself of the company of the infinitude of living masters of arts and craftsmanship, as they often possess far more life-knowledge and spiritual insight than the self-styled gurus, priests, and charlatan 'babas'. Sheesh, ya might as well hang out in Goa with all the Euro-trash and Israeli assholes (become a 'star'!). All this can be done even now in the midst of the completely fucked-up 'modern' materialistic society that has taken over much of the land. Sadly, what we always called "tourist mind" preoccupies most present-day travelers, and even so-called "seekers", many journeying merely to advance their own spiritual egos, following the old-paradigm 'business model' and adding to their vocabulary of salesmanship. 

How can one describe in literary terms the teachings of the Book of the World? Pretty much impossible. It existed before any and all 'religions'. It can only be accessed by extreme perseverance in emptying the mind via focused 'ritual' practices, though the 'rituals' may or may not come from a lineage or other outside source, may or may not appear simple-minded and pointless, may or may not require one's removal from 'normal' society. Aspects of the Book may even be unexpectedly and suddenly downloaded through divine grace depending on one's karma and humble 'ruinedness'. However the means, it does exist, and in my experience, is the only valuable transmission worth seeking as a sentient being incarnate on this Planetary Animal Mother. And the seeker may discover, as part of the transmission, the incontrovertible truth that ultimately he/she is responsible for everything. Yeah, tough to swallow. Sure takes the wind outta the sails of 'religions'. Aw shit, sometimes I just want to shout "it's the monotheism, stupid!" from the rooftops, but of course the consequences would be my responsibility (heh). 

What hasn't "changed", of course, is the war on innocence, beauty, and just about everything else of the beloved divine creation, while the minds of the masses of humanity are driven scientifically to total terminal disfunction. And, maddeningly, the seeming increase in perception of the details of the beauty in living things beheld continues. 
Examples of local insanities abound, of which this is only one: [warning - disturbing image and crude language]

So, I'm wondering: if I have a small dick and I go out and kill a lot of 'varmints', will it grow longer and thicker? What does it mean that 5,500 'liked' the above?
Viewing the overall history of humans, Pashupati is really pissed, btw. 

Well, we have prayer. It seems to come down to that, whatever form that might take in each person's heart/mind. Speaking of which, we are about 9 days away from the hoary festival of Maha Shivaratri (March 10th), a full night of ecstatic contemplation and celebration of the true deep Self beneath the root of all dualisms. Shiva is primarily represented as the phallic stone placed within the 'yoni' pedestal stone-bowl (it's OK for pagan-haters to freak out here...haha). As possibly mentioned before, the night is divided into 5 "watches" - white, red, yellow, black, and crystal - symbolizing different aspects: 1)self-arising out of the void; 2)Shiva-Shakti/male-female merged; 3)ascetic hermit maha yogi; 4)fierce devouring & ignorance-destroying & encompassing infinite timelessness; 5)unchanging unlimited absolute clear reality. Songs, dances, sacred fires, merriment, fasting and contemplation may ensue for 12 hours uninterrupted.
Something you might enjoy listening to on Shivaratri night:                        
Or this short Nirvana/Atma Shatakam of Adi Shankaracharya (788-820 CE) - words and translation follow: 

1)	I am not mind, nor intellect, nor ego,     nor the reflections of inner self (chitta). I am not the five senses. I am beyond that. I am not the ether, nor the earth,     nor the fire, nor the wind (the five elements). I am indeed,     That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva,     love and pure consciousness.
2)	Neither can I be termed as energy (prana),     nor five types of breath (vayus),     nor the seven material essences,     nor the five coverings (pancha-kosha). Neither am I the five instruments of elimination,     procreation, motion, grasping, or speaking. I am indeed,     That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva,     love and pure consciousness.
3)	I have no hatred or dislike,     nor affiliation or liking,     nor greed,     nor delusion,     nor pride or haughtiness,     nor feelings of envy or jealousy. I have no duty (dharma),     nor any money,     nor any desire (kama),     nor even liberation (moksha). I am indeed,     That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva,     love and pure consciousness.
4)	I have neither merit (virtue),     nor demerit (vice). I do not commit sins or good deeds,     nor have happiness or sorrow,     pain or pleasure. I do not need mantras, holy places,     scriptures (Vedas), rituals or sacrifices (yagnas). I am none of the triad of     the observer or one who experiences,     the process of observing or experiencing,     or any object being observed or experienced. I am indeed,     That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva,     love and pure consciousness.
5)	I do not have fear of death,     as I do not have death. I have no separation from my true self,     no doubt about my existence,     nor have I discrimination on the basis of birth. I have no father or mother,     nor did I have a birth. I am not the relative,     nor the friend,     nor the guru,     nor the disciple. I am indeed,     That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva,     love and pure consciousness.
6)	I am all pervasive. I am without any attributes,     and without any form. I have neither attachment to the world,     nor to liberation (mukti). I have no wishes for anything     because I am everything,     everywhere,     every time,     always in equilibrium. I am indeed,     That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva,     love and pure consciousness.
	Sanskrit:
	Mano Buddhi Ahankara Chitta Ninaham Nacha Shrotra Jihve Na Cha Ghrana Netre Nacha Vyoma Bhoomir Na Tejo Na Vayu Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham
	Na Cha Prana Samjno Na Vai Pancha Vayu Na Va Saptadhatur Na Va Pancha Koshah Na Vak Pani Padau Na Chopastha Payu Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham
	Na Me Dvesha Ragau Na Me Lobha Mohau Mado Naiva Me Naiva Matsarya Bhavah Na Dharmo Na Chartho Na Kamo Na Mokshah Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham
	Na Punyam Na Papam Na Saukhyam Na Dukham Na Mantro Na Teertham Na Vedo Na Yajnaha Aham Bhojanam Naiva Bhojyam Na Bhokta Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham
	Na Me Mrityu Shanka Na Me Jati Bhedah Pita Naiva Me Naiva Mata Na Janma Na Bandhur Na Mitram Gurur Naiva Shishyah Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham
	Aham Nirvikalpo Nirakara Roopaha Vibhur Vyapya Sarvatra Sarvendriyanam Sada Me Samatvam Na Muktir Na Bandhah Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham

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Quan Yin, Nelson Museum, Kansas City

Maha-atmas come in all forms and status. Two recently left us and we give thanks for their gracing our lives. Heartful poet Neil, and truth-speaker Hugo, champion of the people and land, we remember, mourn and celebrate their transition to the next level of our collective journey. 

Today is a day for random "notes to self". Any applicability to visitors/readers' situational moment is a bonus for what I would like to be a 365 virtual cyber give-away festival venue here on these pages. 

from John Trudell:
"We're not going to change Sexism until we address how we live with the Mother Entity, the Earth, and that's the reality of it. And we're not going to change and deal effectively with Racism until we change how we live with the Living Plants and Animals and World that is the Earth. And if we ignore these two things, then no matter what the people do and create for themselves, there will always be Madness and Chaos, because they're only Pretending to be connected."


Mark calendar now for 2015, when this legislation can next be introduced...WTF? WTF? 

A recent subject here was what was referred to as "The Book of the World", with a related quote of lyrics from Shankaracharya's Nirvan Shatakam, which was supposedly uttered by him at the tender age of 8 to a sage in the Himalayas. And as Shivaratri festival is soon come I have been tapping deeper into comparable core teachings as is usually the case around this time. It seems to be even more than ever important (though it should always be!) that we allow the ever-present daily shocks of the outer world to flow through our consciousnesses and pass into the Earth, the Cosmos, the Unknown...to be composted, as our concentration remains in a state of Trust in however we each view the 'higher power'. The author cited below likens the process to "free them mentally as we would let a bird out of a cage"...hmm, ok, that works for me. Since I cannot but give thanks and praise to the activists of the world, on behalf of the world, I must admit that I continue to find it difficult to always balance passions with the teachings of the masters regarding detachment, but it is necessary for maintaining our perseverance and longevity. 

I've said before that personally I have connected to 'that Book' mainly through the Vedic/Sanatan Dharma traditions and the words of the Taoist sages. My first journeys to India/South Asia were with only the Gita and I Ching in my backpack (but picked up the Mathnawai of Rumi on the way). A couple of decades ago I was given a volume that is an interesting merging of the two above traditions, called A Guide to the I Ching by Carol K. Anthony. What follows is primarily for the purpose of sharing some relevant (for me) quotes from that book, coming from the pages relating to the Hexagram 57 - "Sun/The Gentle (The Penetrating, Wind)". 
And, referring to a couple posts back, on the first page of the Guide it says, "Time is not of the essence, time is the essence". Synchronicity abounds (heh). 

"Only consistently firm, yet gentle, inner thoughts penetrate to others with good effect.
'The Gentle' refers to the way the Sage's thought penetrates to us, and to the way our thoughts penetrate to others. It describes an influence on others which is unconscious and automatic. This influence occurs through maintaining a ceaselessly correct inner attitude in which we are balanced, detached, innocent, and independent through all the changing events...
The self-correction most often needed is to cease striving to influence. Because striving is based on inner doubt, it negates any influence we might have. Our doubt further inhibits others' ability to find their way, and prevents the Higher Power from intervening in the situation...
Sometimes, on perceiving how events are marching toward an appropriate conclusion, we develop an enthusiasm to hurry things along....We should keep desire and fear, and the ambition they generate, at bay....keeping in mind that once we turn the matter over to the Sage/Cosmos, he has the means which are beyond our understanding. 
We should also cease reacting to shock. We need to bend like the bamboo...without becoming broken through rigid resistance to the situation...We need to ask why we keep reacting after the shock has passed. Do we like clinging to negative possibilities? Do we find solace in distrusting the Cosmos?...Who is the one demanding the reward? Who seeks the comfort imagined at the end of the journey? The root of impatience may be the fear that those we seek to influence will not find their way to the truth...
Our ego may also insinuate that, in the end, our efforts will come to nothing and we will be cheated of happiness, because history, or literature, or experience has proven time and again that 'the course of true love never did run smooth', or 'life is meant to be nothing but suffering', or is a paradox, or only a dream and doesn't exist at all, or some other idea that supports our negative mood. We sometimes listen to these ideas...forgetting the myriad miracles we have experienced regarding the power of truth. We also need to reassure our anxious [inner] inferiors that in the end everything will work out better than we could have expected."

And a bit more that came up today, which may or may not have relevance to our collective and the readers' individual 'changes' and evolutionary journey, or whatever we might call this crazy time of deep unknown and uncertainty, even as we are witnessing, on a regular basis, the light of truth shining into many severely dark places: 
"Kuei / Breakthrough (Resoluteness)"
"When our situation improves, a new sort of resoluteness must be undertaken...When success comes we should not allow ourself to be hard or proud, nor should we congratulate ourself for being in the right. We neither rest on our virtue, nor measure our progress. Resoluteness means that we continue humbly forward, determined to stay balanced and on course. 
In dealing with weeds, firm resolution is necessary. Walking in the middle remains free of blame.We must be resolute  against losing inner independence and balance, and against allowing others to cause us to want, worry, or wonder. We must keep our sincerity. It is necessary to let people who wish to err go on their way, while we remain firmly resolved not to give them up as hopeless. We should not give up on ourselves, either - on our ability to persevere and endure others, and to endure the general situation. 
"Ta Chuang / The Power of the Great"
"Our true self is always objective, reticent and reserved...
We often fail to realize that our inner thoughts communicate to others without any intention or effort on our part; we feel their inner attitudes as well. These are non-verbal perceptions which we are trained in childhood to distrust. 
Persevering in the use of power means that we wait for the right time to speak or act...Everything we say or do proceeds from a sense of what is fair, just, and essential, and we rely on the power of good in others, trusting that their sense of truth (however suppressed) will emerge to support what is right."      - Carol K. Anthony, A Guide to the I Ching

I do not overlook the fact that the above refers, in my view, to the normal true human beings among us, and does not apply to the terminally Wetiko-infested substantial percentage of our human population who seem to direct, manage, and social-engineer the anti-Life processes which facilitate the continuance of the death-culture shocks which assault our multi-dimensional selves daily throughout this time. There is also the problem/situation that true human beings lack ability to even access face-to-face the Wetiko kings, popes, politicians, CEOs, and generals, and their minions, in this time of ('endless') boundary-less'theater of war' and universal 'enemies'. Here in this new world we desire to create, we are in unknown country without maps, guidebooks, or even trail-blazers, and have to weigh individually how we walk the good road. Every day, an unprecedented challenge, but truly new and full of potency. 
Giving support to those who share the middle of the stream with us, and when necessary, a helping and healing hand. 
>onelove<
>om namah shivaya<
>bom shankar bholenath<                

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It was January, 1969. I had hitch-hiked most of the way to India, across Canada, and from Europe to reach the Afghanistan border on New Year's Eve. A week or so later I was in India on a train to Varanasi, to search out the name and address given to me by Ustad Allah Rakha and Pt. Ravi Shankar in California a year earlier. 
I had been told to go to the Sankat Mochan Hanuman Temple and ask for Mahant Amarnath Mishra, the head priest of this ancient temple founded by Goswami Tulsidas, author of the Hindi text of Ramayana (Ramcharitmanas). I entered the gates of the temple and approached an old baba with my inquiry. He said the Mahant had gone home and I should go to his house at Tulsi Ghat, about a mile away on the Ganga River. This is the house of descendants of Tulsidas, within which rests the original Ramcharitmanas wrapped in silk, as well as his 400-year-old wooden shoes. 
I found my way to the door of the imposing white 3-story house overlooking the banks of the Ganga and gave a knock. I heard voices from upstairs and waited a few minutes. Soon, a door opened and an incredibly shining Brahmin gentleman greeted me - Veer Bhadra Mishra. He welcomed me inside, sat me down and ordered tea, nasta, and sweets brought. I was a long-haired, bearded young hippie from America, and he inquired what brought me here. He then told me it was his uncle whom I was looking for, and that he would pass on my reference from Ravi Shankar and my request to learn pakhawaj drum from his uncle, and that I should come back tomorrow for the response. 

I did return the next morning, was introduced to the uncle, "Mahantji", sat with him as he coached his wrestling students in the adjacent 'akara', and answered his simple questions. Mahantji appeared as a Buddha-like, jolly, gentle mountain with a Sumo-wrestler body (100% vegetarian!). He told me to come later in the evening, and in the meantime Veer Bhadra arranged for a room nearby and a young vocal student to help me shop for supplies and learn to cook dahl and sabji. Within a few days a drum-maker brought me an instrument, had it approved by Mahantji, and the rest is history! 43 years of it. 

My guru, the Mahant, was soon to retireand Veer Bhadra was to take his place as mahant of the Hanuman Temple, but he was already a professor of Civil Engineering at the Benares Hindu University and was going to learn to balance those two occupations for next 40 years. My guru spoke very little English, but Veer Bhadra was fluent, so we began having evenings of intense conversation, both alone and with a room full of Brahmin cronies. They all wanted to know who the hell were we 'hippies' and why were we coming to India, why we were drawn to the music and the culture and the spirituality. Why were we running away from the West? What is it like in a materially abundant society, growing up? What is the nature of this 'revolution' going on over there? Who are we? I tried my best to answer, explaining that I was only following a personal decision to reject participation in the imperialistic Vietnam war and desired to experience what seemed like a true human civilization, with an intact spiritual foundation, before the insane psychopaths blew up the world. I wanted a taste of this music and dance and art, that resonated with my soul, though I knew not why. I know they all enjoyed these conversations as much as I did. I also begged them not to let their society go down the road that ours had. 

I have made five other subsequent trips to India, sometimes for 2 years at a stretch, often staying in Varanasi, sometimes even in the family house compound. I was told by Veer Bhadraji that I am considered part of the family and that I would always have a place for the rest of my life there. VB became the Mahant and we would often sit on the roof of the Hanuman temple and sing together or listen to the classical music programs through the night. He continued sponsorship of the annual Dhrupad Melas after my Guru's passing in late 70s. He became the strongest advocate of cleaning the Ganga in India, and met with many political and economic and scientific leaders. In this regard he founded the Sankat Mochan Foundation for research and development of clean technologies. He also hosted innumerable foreigners continually throughout the years, both scholars and artists, who came to his door and were greeted with the same generosity and hospitality I was shown. 

But the thing is, he was a real special, unique shining light to everyone who encountered him, a true human being. His demeanor and voice, his kindness, his intense love of Life and the Ganga, and all She represents, blew everyone away. I would return to Tulsi Ghat after many years' absence, and he would grin like a kid, and as if no time had passed, we would sit together in love. We marveled at all that had taken place in our lifetimes, the beauty we had seen, the beautiful people we had known, the struggles we engaged in, and the mystery of being incarnate here and now. 
Mahant Veer Bhadra Mishra passed from our world last Wednesday, just following Shivaratri 2013.

Fare well, my dear beloved friend. You are in my heart forever. My tears are not for you.....I can't help myself. I knew you, and what an incredible grace to fall on me it has been. I still wish, as I always did, to make you proud of me.....like an older brother, for encouraging and supporting my strange passion that led me to your door. May we once again sing together in praise of Hanuman and bathe in the purified waters of Ganga Ma.  
Om Tat Sat  

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Mother orangutan clings to last tree in her forest before being rescued from palm-oil plantation bulldozers

Played a gig this last weekend with an extremely talented young Bengali woman singer of Tagore songs - 'Rabindra sangeet'.  It was a sold-out performance at the major jazz club in the state, with minimal advertising, and ended with a standing ovation and encore calls. The lady artist concluded her set with the following song, widely known as a favorite of Mahatma Gandhi's:

        "Ekla Chalo Re" - Rabindranath Tagore, 1905

        If they answer not to thy call walk alone

        If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
        O thou unlucky one,
        open thy mind and speak out alone.

        If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the
        wilderness,
        O thou unlucky one,
        trample the thorns under thy tread,
        and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

        If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled
       with storm,
        O thou unlucky one,
        with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart,
        and let it burn alone.

Having had only an hour's pre-gig sit-down with Smt. Kamalini Mukherji (to get the talas for the songs), I was as blown away as the audience by her consummate skill at deeply expressing the emotions of the extraordinary range of Tagore's poetry, which she first translated from the Bengali. The lyrics and the melodies (sung with awesome vocal chops) draw on both the classical Dhrupad tradition as well as the iconoclastic Baul folk style. Quite a rare mix, and worth checking out if she performs in your area. 

Back at the home front, my beloved friend recently pulled a precious old volume from my bookshelf titled The Earth Spirit: its Ways, Shrines and Mysteries - by John Michell, 1975 - and read again to me the first few paragraphs. 
I think it's worth reviewing, just for context here in this post-2012 time-warped, incomprehensibly crucial and spiritually demanding moment in the life of the planet and all sentient beings....

"The first men, by all traditional accounts, lived in perfect harmony with nature and the gods. Of their own accord, said Ovid, without the compulsion of law, they were honest and true. There was no punishment or fear, no judges or soldiers. 'The earth itself gave all things spontaneously, and men were content with its uncultivated produce.' Plato in his Laws refers to Hesiod's myth of the age of Chronus, when 'all that life requires was provided unasked and in abundance', the reason being that the men of that time were ruled not by other men but by spirits, these corresponding to the eternal element in human nature. The men of the age of Chronus were wanderers, living under the direct guidance and protection of the earth spirit, following the migratory paths of their ancestors, vitally concerned with the cycles of animal and plant life, the progress of the seasons, the movements of the heavenly bodies. Perambulating each year the wide range of their native territory, they traced the steps of the gods who first created it, thus living out a cosmogony in which every spot, every feature of the landscape had its mythical significance, reflected in the activities that took place there. Time was cyclical, not linear; creation was a continuous process, and the spirits that promoted it were ubiquitous and eternal.
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Before civilization sets in, the earth is the one universal deity; not the material earth, but the spirit by virtue of which, according to the ancient philosophers, it is a living creature: a female, because it receives the power of the sun, is animated thereby and made fertile. The body of the earth, like the body of a man, is corruptible and subject to change, but its spirit is unchanging, and therefore the essential nature of this planetary being is spiritual; indeed, Porphyry states that the physical earth is merely a symbol of the earth as it really is. The orthodox view that survived into the middle ages from prehistoric times is expressed by the alchemist Basilius Valentinus: 'The earth is not a dead body, but is inhabited by a spirit that is its life and soul. All created things, minerals included, draw their strength from the earth spirit. This spirit is life, it is nourished by the stars, and it gives nourishment to all the living things it shelters in its womb. Through the spirit received from on high, the earth hatches the minerals in her womb as the mother her unborn child.' Man in his natural state, enjoying the abundance of the virgin earth, considers any proposal to violate it, or to modify in any way its superficial appearance, to be sacrilegious as well as superfluous….
The oldest and deepest element in any religion is the cult of the earth spirit in her many aspects. Especially to wandering men, nomads, pilgrims, itinerants, tramps and half-wits, she is the mother, and they, her children, partake of her sanctity. The pious duty of settled people is hospitality to travelers, for they are acolytes of Hermes [Hanuman?], the errant spirit of earth, who, as Mercurius, is also the Virgin…"

Earth Spirit is a unique and exceptional book, both for its text and the many photos and illustrations. John Michell is the notable author of View Over Atlantis, City of Revelation, The Dimensions of Paradise, The Lost Science of Measuring the Earth*****!, Confessions of a Radical Traditionalist, How the World is Made: The Story of Creation According to Sacred Geometry, and many many other important works. He has been a major influence on my life since the 70s, and was a wonderful chap to meet in this world.

I am personally making spiritual/mental choices each day and each moment. I do not avoid the dire developments and predictions regarding the earth's, and our own, apparent fate as it appears according to the scientific data. I do not keep myself from mourning the terrible suffering everywhere, from the children of Palestine and Syria to the dogs in China and Korea...It is immeasurable and the intense reality of our time. I do, however, and at the same time, celebrate every precious moment of the love and creativity that surrounds me, and will do so till my last breath.
Hell, I was absolutely certain that the entire world was going to cease to exist, either by nuke madness or Shiva's pralaya, on a particular date in 1969. I sat on the banks of the Ganga till the sun went down, then made a chai and food and drummed till the wee hours. That was one terrific meditation.
 
I recently played with an extraordinary group of musicians and drummers in Atlanta (from around the country and world), and it involved 10 solid full days of exquisite rehearsals, collaboration, gentle and fervent brotherhood and mutual admiration all around. (I was also the only non-Indian, heh, but that's the norm.) Among the group was my new bro, Amit, a mind-blowing sitar maestro and jazz guitarist, based in Prague. Looking through some of his YouTubes, I came across this interview about a musical collaboration based on the Bhagavad Gita. Now, that is a subject around which there is much confusion, both world-wide and in India. In this interview Amit gives the most excellent take I have come across on that which is called "Arjuna's Dilemma". See if what he is saying resonates: This whole thing has been, and continues to be, obfuscated by so many pontificators, it has driven me crazy, and I personally know this gentleman is both a wise traditionalist and a hip philosopher, and also funny as hell if you're lucky enough to hang with the dude. And I am just relieved at how someone finally talks some straight sense around this subject.

"Any system of religion that has anything in it that shocks the mind of a child, cannot be true"  -  Thomas Paine

Hope all your lives are graced with love and creativity for the duration. Onelove, bholanath
ps - Hanuman Jayanti coming this full moon! 

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Oh, sweet brother, we heard you then and now. Our souls reverberate forever from the power of your songs, we were moved, awestruck, and the magic of the love flowing from the vessel you brought to us, and gathered us within, reaches the most distant stars, returning again and again. Until the next time....onelove.

 

 

 

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Ah, the beautiful Land of Enchantment, home sweet home, I read is now "one signature away" from becoming the home (Roswell) of the first new horse slaughterhouse, thanks to Monsanto's Tom Vilsack, sec of Ag/USDA, and his boss', Prez O, allowance of the decades-long ban to expire.  Evil never sleeps.
You can easily go crazy reading each new 'study', published practically monthly, about 'new' discoveries of the extreme levels of emotional and psychological sensitivities of non-human sentient beings, and how they could 'possibly' exceed those of humans. It's taken a long time, but the Wetiko epidemic has pretty much taken over the vast majority of our species, and the evidence is everywhere you turn and coming at you each second of the day and night. (Hi, bacon-loving truthers!) 

What's really exhausting and vimpiric, energy-wise, in the human realm at this point in the yuga is the pseudo- and phony bullshit "spirituality"-slash- religion that forever claims to be of some benefit to sentient beings while the legions of self-appointed and self-deluded'teachers' mis-lead, mis-direct, and ignore their own hypocrisy and humility-less allegiance to dubious 'traditions', scriptures and buzz-phrases somehow accepted as 'gospel' by the majority of normal human beings throughout the planet. This goes on even while millions of intelligent people are at least nominally aware that all modern cultures have come about through the historical crushing of the knowledge traditions of their indigenous ancestors. It's a wonder. And it's your job as a human being to cut through the bs and acquire a sense of the long view of our presence on earth and its ancient and continuing evolutionary processes, as well as to reclaim what's left of the many streams of intricate wisdom about how to live naturally on the Mother. I guess I'm really sick of the god-and-me, jesus-and-me, krishna-and-me, yahweh-and-us, ganesh-and-me, green-tara-and-me, allah-and-me, my-guru-and-me, even entheogenic-entities-and-me, etc etc trips, and the lack of recognition of the universal mystery of Spirit. And a little humility, for fucks sake.  

I recently mentioned the book The Earth Spirit by John Michell. It is a good introduction for anyone with a spiritual interest, and especially for the earth-disconnected Western scientific mind. Another, much deeper, and revelatory volume, that should be the main text in every school on the planet, is Voices of the First Day - Awakening in the Aboriginal Dreamtime, by Robert Lawlor.  I'm not even going to begin to review or describe this book. Just see for yourself, and be astonished. We're talking real basic spirituality 101 here, and in more detail than ya can barely handle. 100,000 years of STORY of human-and-extra-human experience; read it and then talk to me about the 5000 yr old monotheistic 'traditions' being something new under the Sun or having something to teach about living. I think it is not much different from the Naga Babas' "Book of Life".
Another fun read is the volume of stories that tie together the Irish/Welsh traditions with the Indian Vedic/pre-Vedic - Celtic Heritage, by Alwyn & Brinley Rees. Don't know about these connections? That's because the his/her-STORIES have been successfully crushed, and we know nothing of our true roots. 

Well, here I put in a 30' Shri Yantra next to the garden a couple years ago, before I moved here. We just uncovered it from a covering of waist-high grass, and will soon set it (semi-)permanent with some stones and plants. 

    
I've been putting off telling a certain story and description of personal experience for a long time, but I'm feeling it needs to be expressed now. I've only alluded to it in the past on these pages. 
But first, I came across an essay a couple days ago, which some might find interesting, while others will probably have problems with parts of it. Imean those who are 'cooler' than everyone else, who absolutely know that 'left' and 'right' have no meaning in historical political or any other sense. Yes, I'm fully aware of the fact that the Wetiko disease has infected the entire political spectrum, but I also lived through the 50s and 60s with Vietnam, the revolts, the assassinations and all the rest. If you weren't there, you might find it difficult to grok the points made here: Imperialism Is Now Murdering Stories. Anyway, this post today probably will have something to do with 'stories'.

In my town there is a plot of land with various structures, including a temple containing a large marble Hindu deity, a couple of large residences, institutional-equipped kitchen, guest rooms, bookstore, large garden areas, camping sites, and facilities to feed severalhundred people weekly and for festivals. It operates under the banner of "remember god, love everyone, feed the people" and other such benevolent concepts. 
In actuality, it is a perfect microcosm of our sick, hypocritical societal structure, and run by a thoroughly psychopathic and elitist 'non-profit' board of directors who chose new members from their own clique, aka 'team players'. This is not known to the general public, either locally or internationally. Families from India, spiritual practitioners from around the country and the world, scholars, 'hippies', the damaged survivors of babylon, and every life-style existant, all arrive daily to seek refuge, meditate, serve, offer talents, create sacred music, or just soak up the vibe that appears to be one of unity, compassion, benevolence, kindheartedness, equality, humaneness, equality, respect, openness, and dignity. 
That is what appears on the surface. It takes a while to lift the veil of deception. I have observed it for 23 years, and known of the cult secrets for 30. So, why would I even give it any energy, or write about it? Because, for one, it provides perfect metaphors for our spiritual disease and the consequences of new-age 'culture', and two, both myself and my dear friend, as well as dozens of my very close brothers and sisters, have been seriously abused psychologically over the last 25+ years for attempting to make a potentially unique community resource function in a sane and respectful/reverent manner.

A little history: it was begun as a private 'country club' for friends and followers of a certain ivy-league psych professor/jewish comedian/guru wannabe, and who subsequently also got involved with a sick-ass jewish brooklyn woman who claimed to channel various dead Hindu saints and started an ugly mind-control cult in Florida, deplete with all the terror, mind- and sex-manipulation, sexual predation, pedo-abuse, drug-abuse, kidnapping, etc etc. Later, the local place here gradually came to be called an 'ashram' under the name of a noted authentic Indian saint/yogi who had numerous decent followers in India. Now, a number of us do know where the bodies are buried and where the money went, but if I exposed that, I would probably be subject to death threats, as I have been before. 
As the years rolled by, the 'ashram' became a somewhat significant feature of the community as well as a pilgrimage destination of Indian immigrants, who donated most of the upkeep funds eventually. The Indians think it's great, just like home, and they respect the dedication and true bhakti spirit of the locals. It became apparent, though, to local people who did all the work for decades (some paid, but many doing "selfless service") to keep the place operating, that the place was actually operating like a maquilladora, breaking all normal labor laws, treating employees like slaves (with lectures on "selfless service") - I know, I know, the Magna Carta has been rescinded, we're back to the dark ages - hiring and firing at whims, hiring those most incompetent but submissive for supervisory positions, to the horror of all who dedicated many hours and years to the community 'satsang', and who know of many members continuously marginalized who have extensive experience, knowledge/talents, and cultural awareness and sensitivity to share and build something we have always envisioned as a beautiful sacred space for dharmic practices. So for years, the best of us have been getting the hell outta there, and mostly outta town, never to return, spending a good spell processing the abuse, and finally getting on with their lives. Then the next crop arrives, always a constant stream of newcomers, naive, idealistic, and unaware of the abusive and disrespectful history, to take their places. It works out great for the psychopaths in charge. 
What the psychopaths always claim is that the abuse and disdain toward their 'inferiors' is a spiritual teaching process, a sort of 'for purposes of demonstration' leela of 'the guru' (to reveal your hidden fucked-up-ness), and that He has 'everything under control' - so all you need to do is submit and surrender to His divine wisdom....the dead guru, that is. 

Did you know that in the Voodoo tradition, the creation of a Zombi involves an "enforced sacrifice, decreed by an external agent...an act of transgression par excellence...a capture of [the person's] 'small good angel' (which enables personality and will to take hold and manifest). When the 'small good angel' is captured, the roots of the will are thrust into a slavery...the mouth is [symbolically] sewn shut, shutting the Zombi off from the healing power of Naming."  (Just thought I'd throw that in there, as it might have some relevance or resonance.)
 
People only see what's immediately apparent on the surface. I have spent extended time with the big mucky-mucks and the 'sacred music' 'rock-stars' of the cult over some years (they wanted to make use of my drumming skills, that is, until they realized that I'm an artist trained extensively in improvisation and gandharva aesthetics). It was a curious case study of perverts. They give their spiritual raps, hold their expensive retreats, and drive off and laugh all the way to the bank. They care nothing about anyone unless that person can be of some service or benefit to them. They have really nothing to teach, because they've never surrendered at the feet of a real teacher, nor been initiated into the deep, long-term fires of any tradition, but only met a saint once-upon-a-time and concluded that this made them somehow extremely special and important and above all other mere mortals.  They know practically nothing about Indian culture as its lived, and have no interest in it, only what they've read about or heard third-hand in the realm of 'babas' and the god-selling business.
The board members and the elite cult-identifiers all support their rock-stars, belittle or take no interest in anyone with anything authentic to offer the community, and continue promoting the philosophy that learning and practicing anything in the traditional way is uncool, and that faking that coming-from-your-heart thing is what it's all about (and being a 'star' and having fans, of course), otherwise you're nothing but shit. The very word 'community' is a forbidden word, never to be used, as it will elicit paroxysms of anguish, panic, and fear of overwhelming attack (from the unwashed cattle). Edicts are issued down and no questioning is allowed, summary dismissal with no prior notice can happen for any or no reason. Workers doing 12-14 hr days have been basically on food rations, while "feeding the people for god". Its as bad as the old missions south of Broadway.
Well, I guess that all sounds pretty standard for spiritual cults, and really no surprises here. 

Recently, I had to visit the grand new shiny "cancer center" in the nearby big city. I noticed a plaque on one wing, saying "donated by Lockheed-Martin, Sandia Labs, Los Alamos..." Do you get it? What I'm talkin' about is the biblical shit about "ye shall know them by their fruits/works". Such atrocious horseshit. NO! You shall know them by spending 'quality time' in their fucking presence, and seeing where they're really at and coming from, how they relate to and treat others, and what their daily focus is on and the level of self-discipline. People and institutions everywhere have their 'fronts', their make-believe appearancesof 'doing good works', caring about something other than themselves, respect for the diversity of life and spiritual experience. What-ever. Everything is fucking upside down. Here's a different scripture:
Why boasteth thyself
Oh, evil men
Playing smart
And not being clever?
I said, you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I-dureth for-I-ver                         -Small Axe sutra        



   

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"I maintain that truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. 

 

Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or coerce people along a particular path. ... 

 

This is no magnificent deed, because I do not want followers, and I mean this. The moment you follow someone you cease to follow Truth. 

 

I am not concerned whether you pay attention to what I say or not. I want to do a certain thing in the world and I am going to do it with unwavering concentration. I am concerning myself with only one essential thing: to set man free. I desire to free him from all cages, from all fears, and not to found religions, new sects, nor to establish new theories and new philosophies."    - J. Krishnamurti

 

"To be truly critical is not to be in opposition. Most of us have been trained to oppose and not to criticize. When a man merely opposes, it generally indicates that he has some vested interest which he desires to protect, and that is not deep penetration through critical examination. True criticism lies in trying to understand the full significance of values without the hindrance of defensive reactions."      - J. Krishnamurti

 

 

 

 

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Not really feeling like writing so much these days (days filled with a lot of work around the homefront - dealing with 30 years of denial, 'landlord' devoid of any notion of responsibility, will probably require search for new base by fall). I'm hearing similar stories from friends...aah, the ethics of private property/ownership and the idiocy of the two-leggeds. 
So, onward.....

Steve Best posted this, but worth reposting - shows what's possible with a little solidarity and creative spontaneity:
 

As for spontaneity, this is what came about one week in March. My friend thought I should talk about the study and process of learning the Indian drum, pakhawaj, for the benefit of those possibly interested - the 'what', 'why', and 'wherefore'. Simply done, gradually getting into the esoterics after basic discussion. 
 

Some things that rocked me, musically, in the last week....enjoy!
  

A masterful 'jhalla' (free-form rhythmic improv) by Uday, accompanied on 'jori pakhawaj' (traditional Sikh-style 'tabla' with wheat-paste on bass) by Sukhvinder Singh:
 
Part 2 of their set, with composition in 10 beats is excellent also - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKK9G6F-y6s

I'm tempted to write a whole post on the phenomenon of blog and/or website 'leaders'/'administrators' going all fascistic in conjunction with their 'fans/followers' piling-on with the group-think lynch-mob mentality toward anyone who even questions the 'authority'/'expertness'/'omniscience' of said writers, whether the subject is public/political or private/personal. But actually, it's so disgusting that I can't waste my energy on it. It is for this reason that I now mostly refrain from commenting on other blogs or comment-threads, with a few exceptions. Just in case anyone was wondering....I see that shit going on, demonizing and labeling good people 'psychopaths' and 'megalomaniacs' (um, projection?), and I'm outta there. Enough said.  

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[UPDATE below]
For last four months I've been quietly muttering to acquaintances about this "evil wind". Been here 23 years, never seen it like this. Every single day - for 4 months - terrific winds swirl through here, bending trees precariously, rattling the roofs above me and throughout the neighborhood. Dark clouds gather, but drop little rain. A sick feeling grows in the gut - something about it is just really 'off'.
Now that I've watched this video (and studied this phenomenon for 14 years), and realize the connection to our daily massively chemicalized skies, it all makes sense. View this updated version of Geoengineering Watch's vid, and see where we are currently at. Share with everyone...that's right, hurt your friends' feelings if necessary (heh).
Are you confused, or just annoyed, at the 'debate' over human-caused climate change? While we can question whether the 'geoengineers' actually fit the description of 'human', it still tends to support the anthropogenic concept. Hell, most of the human race participates and, in effect, supports the shitstem comprising this (shop much today?), and all the other aspects, of the purely evil death culture/war-on-creation, so one would have to conclude that, yes, "climate change" is man-made, and not some damn natural cycle of the damned Sun or whatever part of the galaxy we (or a bunch of wack-shit websites and blogs) might imagine to hold the blame. 

Amazon Pink River Dolphin

I guess I finally put something together yesterday. I am going to throw out my own intuitive/experiential perspective here: that most, if not all, 'other' sentient individual beings, and species, are more consciously aware and connected up to 'source', by incalculable high orders of magnitude, compared to present-day humans. Further, it seems plausible that the archons/predator-mind have always been well aware that the Mother Earth and all her natural creatures, from insects to elephants, from rivers to mountains, are an inseparable intimately connected and interpenetrating self-regulating system. True humans, as well, can only be separated in the mind, but not in fact. Because of this, and the millions-of-years co-operation and collaboration of all elements and beings, we have, and still can occasionally, witness something like the Hopi snake dance bringing a rain-cloud burst upon the holy field, with the co-operation of the reptiles and the antelopes; or the same with a Pueblo-wide women's corn dance. Examples of this, historically and contemporary, are too numerous to list.

What I get about what's happening is that the massive, relentless assault on all creatures and all environmental elements is succeeding in pushing all sentient beings over the limit of combined stresses to the point where there is now insufficient energy within all the diverse collectives of species to effect the self-correction/co-operation processes. The Wetikos/predatory-Archons have been working toward this end for 10s of thousands of years (maybe 100s of thousands?). The 'geoengineering' shit has given them their final boost toward the end-game, and has brought in overwhelming technology that would require millenia to evolve sacred tecnologies to counteract and diffuse. The 'end-game' seems to be some sort of 'trans-humanism' - which in reality is a completely asinine bullshit made-up shit-for-brains infantile mental masturbation exercise. We're in this fucked up situation because 99.99999999% of human beings are nothing but narcissistic 10-year-olds - who should have 'died' around puberty (death of the child - awakening of the adult), as our distant ancestors did for most of history. (Having 'spiritual experiences' and doing 'religious practices' does NOT replace growing up to true adulthood!)

If the ancient gnostics, as well as most indigenous shamanic cultures, spoke of the presence of the predators, I'm not going to question what seems likely, given what we all perceive taking place. I'm also bored shitless hearing about lordly divine entities, immanently-arriving avatars, off-planet benevolent federations, and also the 'illusion' of maya creating, and resulting in, our unchangeable fated 'scripts' along with the 'all under control' platitudinous self-inquiry-stopping meme.  A bunch of mental feel-good self-medication. Like Jed McKenna says, "removing the batteries from the smoke detector so you can go back to sleep while your house is on fire". 

Compound of Five Tetrahedra

Not really in a bad mood here. The isolation, except for a few awake music collaborators, is soothing to the soul somehow. Mostly no one but adult children around anyway. They run everything now. More of them chatter up the airways and the internet. Racist children absolutely insisting on their non-racism. Fundamentalist children absolutely insisting on their open-mindedness. Control freaks absolutely insisting on their advanced level of detachment. I have no use for what passes as 'grown-up' conversation, so I usually revert to my strategy of appearing introverted and preoccupied with unspecified senior debilitations. And here's something all the 'experts' on 'immigration reform' might want to look at: US Border Patrol running drugs.

I will admit to breaking into a slight grin on hearing of the viral video of the dog-shooting in Hawthorne, CA resulting in hundredsthousands of death threats to the cops. I guess it's at least simple enough for 10-yr-olds to grok.
Once again this wonderfully 'progressive' town here blew off their fireworks show a block from the animal shelter on the 4th of July. People did show up to take up to 50 dogs home with them for the night. Can a place be 'progressive' while at the same time be run by a multi-generation mafia? I guess so. There's no where else to go. 
Hmmm....wait....Venezuela, Nicaragua, Bolivia....hello?

UPDATE: 
We here have been searching for information on the original Pueblo tribe name for this place. We are in the forest a short walk from an ancient sacred hot spring. Yesterday a Pueblo man stopped by and answered our inquiry. I will not say the name, but this place is known as "kiva from the before world", and the name used refers to "sky people". 

Secondly, since these pages have covered the Wetiko phenomenon and the work of Paul Levy for a couple years since he first published his essays on the subject, I am recommending a new additional essay published July 1st (his book, Dispelling Wetiko came out in 2012). This is a must-read, and delves extensively into deeper aspects of the interdimensional reality of the psychic plague. IMO one of the most important pieces on our current situation, and what work has to be done -  
"The 'e'epa/wetiko virus can only be seen when we begin to realize the dreamlike nature of our universe, step out of the viewpoint of the separate self, and recognize the deeper underlying field of which we are all expressions, in which we are all contained, and through which we are all interconnected. The energetic expression of this realization, and the 'e'epa/wetiko virus dissolver par excellence, is compassion."
The Masters of Deception. READ IT HERE 

   

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September 21, 2013, 10:11 pm

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Ok, back up for a minute. This is for the 3 people who read this page and have found some obscure value in it over the past couple years, whose loving support I have treasured and am grateful for. 
The past 5 weeks have been the most intense days of my lifetime, and I'm just coming here to give a short summary of what's going on and what I'm dealing with right now. Actually, the past 8 months have been completely intense and awesome, but things took a twist about 5 weeks back. Thing is, is I'm still managing to do some major music work despite all the rest of the shit going on. 

During this period I've been tempted to point out various crimes against creation by the wetikos, for example our local New Mexico coyote killing contests (again!) as well as the recent prairie dog killing contest....this kind of shit is apparently unstoppable by any known legal means, and tends to give one dreams of 'hunter' killing contests. But anyway, there has been no time for covering such madness which is a mere speck in the totality of the sick times. There's also the mind-numbing insanity of so much of the blog world that has made me just take leave of bothering with most all of it. I'm talking about the soooo cool and hip so-called progressive/spiritual online scene that fell for all the dumbass racist shit around the Trayvon drama. Fucking astounding how many read and regurgitate the right-wing amerikan-exceptionalism bullshit with their spell-binding wordsmithing skills utilized in this direction. That Trayvon thing was the last straw for most of my interest in blog world. I could name names and give examples of the promoted mind-fuckery, but I don't have the time (nor give a shit) any more. 

Yeah, see, 8 months ago I found the beloved of my life after 66 years and a million lifetimes searching. It was, and is, the same for her. It has been that kind of thing where you wake up in the morning and press your head against the earth and give thanks and praises for the unspeakable grace and blessings. Every day your love and admiration and adoration finds a new uncharted level undreamed of. 
There had been a past of some consequence. It involved the big "C" - talkin cancer here. It had been dealt with in an unconventional way and resulted in a remission, with a few traces left. It also resulted in some rather radical spiritual transformations, which I'm not going into.

That all took place some years back. In the meantime some forms of psycho-spiritual abuse happened, bringing us up to our meeting and the present. I believe there is some connection to what occurred recently. Five weeks ago a trip to the ER revealed a reappearance. A very 'dangerous' reappearance. My beloved was told if she did nothing then she would probably be dead in a month. So.....we did NOT do nothing. It's been a fast-paced, non-stop, light-speed marathon involvement which has had many elements of unheard-of auspicious split-second door-openings, Ganesh-type obstacle-removing, divine graces of angel-appearances, perfect [real] medicines, and so forth. But it has been, and still is, a full-on journey of exhausting intensity, every day, and we're only somewhere in the middle of this journey. There is only today, and more than that, there's only NOW. Interesting to see how quickly one's attention to bullshit DISAPPEARS completely in this type of situation. Our plans for getting the hell out of this fucked up small-town/sick-ass state are on hold, but just for as long as necessary. That day when we ride out of here and into the next unknown territory will come, inshallah.

I've also got the most important gig of my lifetime 'career' in about 13 days, on the East Coast. I'm also continuing, somehow, to teach my students on Skype regularly each week, but that might change. This gig will be the first time a non-Indian white-boy (yours truly) performs this tribal lineage tradition of the full repertoire in concert at a major venue in the West, so there's a bit of, um, stress and anticipation involved (heh). The timing of the Great Mother, Mahakaleshwari!
I'm actually ok. Just putting one foot in front of the other, keepin on feeding us (from our own garden), and holding the lovetrance space without pause, and minimizing the unavoidable psychic meltdowns that come with sharing this territory. Don't know what else to say.

Well, prayers to help me (and my love) stay strong to move through and support this crucial healing are appreciated. Thank you.

onelove   

 

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Non-human sentience: the complete picture-
Maha-ignorant human speciesism in living black and white

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  And speaking of the Wetiko epidemic (ahem, isn't wetiko always the subtext?), the following is a small excerpt I recently read from the amazing, most vitally important spiritual book of our time - Dispelling Wetiko: Breaking the Curse of Evil, by Paul Levy.

Wétiko disables our ability for discernment. Being a spiritual warrior, however, requires, embraces and includes the most extreme discernment, which is the capacity to differentiate and tell one thing from another, and is related to our ability for naming things. Etymologically speaking, the word ‘discern’ has to do with ‘to distinguish between, to detect or discover that which is hidden or obscure.’ Discernment is radically different than when we are unconsciously caught in judgment, which is a reaction to and contraction against something. Discernment is the ability to make distinctions and see clearly, which is an expression of an expanded and evolved consciousness. It requires an ability to see through and beyond the outer plane of appearances and penetrate to the deeper, essential dynamics at play beneath the surface. As our consciousness develops, so does our facility of discernment. The faculty of discrimination and discernment is the sin qua non of all consciousness. Wielding the wisdom of discernment is an essential function of an awakening consciousness and is an expression of genuine compassion. The primary factor determining whether a daemonic energy like wétiko will move in mainly destructive or constructive, and creative directions is whether or not our capability for discernment in-forms our actions in the world.
A non-wétikoized psyche has developed a strong psychic muscle of discernment. For example, consider darkness. There are two sources of darkness; one we don’t want anything to do with; the other we do. We need to be able to differentiate the two, or we’ll be lost and disoriented in the shadows. The first type of darkness is the darkness of the abyss of evil which actively refuses the light of consciousness and thereby prevents us from seeing. This darkness is truly destructive, in the ‘demonic’ sense, in the extremity of its distance from the light and is the darkness to which the lower self is susceptible. We don’t want to become involved with, entangled in, nor invest our attention in this kind of darkness which, energetically speaking, is like a black hole. The other type of darkness is what mystics call by names such as the ‘black light,’ the ‘luminous darkness,’ and the ‘black sun.’ This darkness isn’t merely an absence of light, but a quality that is an expression of the presence of a higher-dimensional, invisible and uncreated form of light, the indwelling light of being that has no opposite. This luminous darkness has a light hidden within it; the way to discover this light is through this darkness. To quote Meister Eckhart, “Truly, it is in the darkness that one finds the light.” This invisible form of light, the non-dual light of sentient awareness itself, cannot be seen because it is the light by which we see. However, this second type of darkness is also very dangerous, in that it heralds the final, perilous stage of the mystical journey in which we can potentially transcend the illusion of our ego and recognize the Divine Presence. This divinely inspired dark night of the soul, a phase in which the soul is being purified of any remaining obscurations, must be clearly distinguished and discriminated from the demonic shadow that obscures it. To do this requires a cultivated, refined and fully operating organ of discernment.
In the ‘prima materia,’ there is a certain intractable amount of what is called ‘terra damnata’ (accursed earth), which defies all efforts at transformation, and therefore must be rejected and thrown out. This is symbolic of that there are certain energies in the psyche, we can call them ‘archetypal evil,’ that need to be resisted. This has its analogue in the physical realm, in that there are certain extremely lethal germs that can literally kill us. These dark, archetypal energies of the psyche are literally saturated in evil and are unredeemable, they are not able to be metabolized, assimilated, digested nor incorporated into the psyche. Immune to any human intervention, these energies cannot be united with, nor in any way integrated in the alchemical laboratory of the psyche; they are analogous to the deadliest of toxins. They must be kept outside the alchemical operation, for if ‘let in’ they will contaminate and destroy the work. Similarly, we don’t invite a vampire into our house, nor negotiate, make deals with nor compromise with this figure, for if we do so, we have already lost. This is like an alcoholic taking the first drink, which is in that moment to be offering their neck to the vampire. If someone has an overly righteous and fixed idea of wanting to be ‘all-embracing,’ however, which they mistakenly think would mean letting these toxic elements into the operation, they will pay a huge price, sometimes even with their lives. To be all-embracing includes embracing the understanding that there are energies in the psyche that must not be embraced; this is to be genuinely all-embracing, which includes the capacity for discriminating whether to engage with something or not. In addition, to be all-embracing means to embrace the part of ourselves that doesn’t embrace, which literally cuts through the dualistic polarization which feeds the unholy heart of wétiko. The awakening heart of humanity is truly all- embracing, which not only overflows with compassion, but also is strongly steeped in the ability to discern one thing from another and thus has the wisdom to know what to avoid.

Once an autonomous complex such as wétiko emancipates itself from the co- operative economy of the psyche, it can take on a truly demonic status. Even though the demon of wétiko came about through the creative power of the divine, once it attains sufficient autonomy, it is no longer totally under the control of divine power, no longer wholly under the divine thumb, nor safely domesticated in the divine household. Rather, it can oppose divine power and threaten its purposes. To put on my theological hat for a moment, everything is not and could not be separate from God, as everything that is or could ever be is God Itself. And yet, God has set up the universe, so to speak, such that the creation has a degree of autonomy relative to its creator. An autonomous, daemonic power like wétiko is an example of a divine energy gone bad, reminiscent of fallen angels becoming corrupted and running amok. Scholar Rudolph Otto, in The Idea of the Holy, refers to it as the “myterium tremendum cut loose from the other elements and intensified to mysterium horrendum.” The Bible refers to this as the “abomination that causeth desolation.” It is crucial to not be absorbed in the fantasy of magical thinking and think that everything will turn out OK because God is in charge. To not recognize that the demonic has potentially deadly consequences is to be in denial and is simply bad theology, and is ultimately a form of ignorance.
An overly optimistic view, believing that God is in complete control of everything and will therefore come to our aid like a cosmic parent, and that everything is perfect, is equally as misguided a view as pessimism. On the one hand, from the absolute perspective, everything is perfect. And, at the same time, from the relative point of view, things are obviously far less than perfect, sub-optimal beyond belief. There exists a point of no return, the crossing of a certain threshold, the symbolic Rubicon, such that if things get bad enough, attain a sufficient momentum, they become truly irreversible in our lifetime, with severely destructive consequences (think of the environment, for one example). To not to realize this is to be simply fooling ourselves. If we assume that we can go on with business as usual, while destructive evil mounts on all sides, naively assuming that a beneficent God will take care of us, preventing anything really disastrous from happening, we are deluding ourselves. This would be analogous to viewing the current state of our body politic, which can be likened to a ship of state being driven by drunken adolescents who have fallen asleep at the wheel and are steering us over a cliff and we, as passengers, are totally trusting, just assuming that God will take care of everything (forgetting the maxim that God helps those who help themselves). This is an incredibly naïve, pre-adolescent, ignorant point of view, simply called ‘wrong view’ in Buddhism. It is an expression of not being grounded in this world, of avoiding the harsh reality that from one very real point of view, things really are as bad as they seem. To just think that God will come down and save the day is to not realize our responsibility as co-dreamers of the dream to proactively do something, to channel this daemonic energy that is in- forming events in our world in a constructive, instead of a destructive way. If we are attached to an optimistic point of view without realizing that what plays out in our world is not written in stone but depends upon us, we are investing in a complacent attitude which falsely absolves us from the need to act and doing whatever it is that can and needs to be done. The demonic potentially can become an instrument for God, but this depends not just on God, but upon us too, as we are playing a crucial role in the Divine process of creation and Incarnation.
This being said, having a healthy dose of optimism is a good and helpful attitude, as there are an ever-increasing number of people who are awakening. This optimism is to be in touch with reality, in contrast to the overly one-sided optimism described previously, which is a denial and avoidance of reality. As those of us who are awakening to our intrinsic gifts stabilize our lucidity and connect with each other, all bets are off, as anything becomes possible. The only limitation is our lack of imagination, a limit which itself is truly imaginary.
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The music and dance ensemble I was involved in last week had a performance which was streamed and posted on ustream. com. The audio and visual quality is low, and a proper video was also made which may be available later. But for a taste, you can watch a clip of the last number, Moksha, the liberation dance of Odissi repertoire at the link below. I am playing mardala drum at the far left side and speaking the "bols" [tat thei...].

Moksha - Upasana Dance Company

later,
onelove

ps - doing well...every day improves and full of abundant blessings and love.

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This is a reprint of a recent article from the current issue of Green Fire Times (www.greenfiretimes.com), a monthly resource newspaper distributed in the north central New Mexico area.
Because it is a small distribution publication, I thought the following should be shared with a wider readership:

In June, 2013, Jose Lucero of Santa Clara Pueblo, and Robert Staffanson, 92, visited the Buffalo Nation on Ted Turner's 'Flying D' Bison Ranch in Montana. 

 

 

 

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November 9, 2013, 1:44 pm

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INDIA'S ELEPHANT GIRL TAKES ON THE HERDS

"Fourteen-year old Nirmala Toppo has become something of a minor celebrity in the eastern Indian state of Orissa.

In June, panic gripped the industrial city of Rourkela one night when a herd of wild elephants entered residential areas from dense forests nearby.
Nirmala, forest department officials say, acted as a real-life "pied-piper" when she managed to drive the herd back to the forest, much to the relief of the residents."
"First I pray and then talk to the herd. They understand what I say. I tell them this is not your home. You should return where you belong," says Nirmala who is a Roman Catholic."
CONTINUE FOR FULL STORY

So, how many more examples do we need to keep bringing up to make the 'connection' in the human consciousness about where we need to go, and be?

You'll notice that one brainwashed, intellectual wetiko-enabler (obviously proud of the fact, or hopeful, that he won't be identified with the "backward castes") weighed in by saying, "there is no scientific evidence that wild elephants can understand what a human says. Mr Pradhan says the girl claims to talk to the herd in her own tribal language, but there is no basis for the elephants to follow what she says".
Maybe Indians, as well as the rest of the human race, should look closely at this term "backward" and all the implications thereof. This sickening mindset has continued for too many thousands of generations. Can't we just blow it off, for good, like now?

May every living being enjoy this pristine universe. 

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December 22, 2013, 4:31 pm

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 They never told me there would be so many ways to be broken open in this time in one short incarnation. Breaking open coming by way of feeling and witnessing, experiencing the incontrovertible truths revealed along side the rigid, white-knuckled clinging to ignorance, the astonishing beauty and the incomprehensible horrors, the infinite depths of love in close proximity with sheer hatred, the ecstasy of aliveness and the twisted worship of death, the monumental collective mystical visions revealed followed by the crushing obliteration of all possibilities. But that's the way it is, and I've somehow grown to almost welcome the totality of it, even the tears and paralyzing periods of hopelessness and confusion, as it all somehow invariably leads to another deeper level of contemplation and expanded awareness - often feeling like a rebirth into still another universe of unknowns. Ok, bring it on, damn it!

    Awareness of death is the constant, whether its closeup in our personal world or on the other side of the planet, whether related to a friend or an iconic personality of the world stage, of a whole species/tribe or a single creature. Either in the present moment or in some past memory, so much death seems pointless and 'un-natural', meaningless no matter how one views these events through whatever spiritual practice, reflection, teachings, scriptures, cosmologies, or profound utterances of revered sages and enlightened masters. And yet there is clear knowing, truth be told, that its not those man-made mythical 'gods/lords' who are the ones that possess "immortality" [this knowing requires severe perseverance of inquiry].
    Still I have yet to achieve any level of abiding psychological equanimity around the reality of this apparently near-total condition of a death-culture planet. I can only take the dualities in, and let my beingness assimilate and process the strangeness as it's able. I often contemplate transitioning/crossing over to the other side, just to end the disturbance of continuous incomprehension. I also know my time/window could be one minute from now.

    Besides being broken open on a daily, if not hourly, basis by the fact of living fully in the moment with my beloved, on a razor's edge of managing a mysterious affliction (which is btw a 1-1/4 billion dollar/year Wetiko-controlled death-and-greed-business), there are all the elements of the death-culture insanity which inevitably creep in from the larger Matrix to our nearby environs and hit us up with constant reminders of the micro-macro interplay.
That being said, the other side of the coin, so to speak, is the equally inscrutable  phenomenon of 'saving graces' which appear in the midst of overwhelming thoughts of throwing in the towel. [Yes, we do have an incredibly beauty-filled life!] The graces can come in the form of uplifting creativity by like-minded individuals, known and unknown, by convergence of wild natural elements arising in our presence, friends bringing our attention to astonishing corroboration of truths we know in our hearts and guts but whose exposures/acknowledgements are vehemently opposed and obstructed and obscured by the death-culture and its mouthpieces…there are uncountable ways and forms of Grace's appearances.
    How challenging and mind-expanding is caretaking for a loved-one with a potentially "terminal" illness? There are no words. Try it sometime. The ultimate exercise in stress-management. The ultimate in self- and love-discovery.

    Here we are again, with another Christmas showing up, just around the corner. This year, sit the family down in front of your favorite audio-visual-projection device and check out, to my mind, the best ever Christmas movie: Dakota 38. This short (1 hour, 18 min.) documentary is way more than it initially appears to be. Reality as it is, on so many levels.

    Anyway, much, if not most, of what's contemplated throughout any given day, as well as what gets written, revolves around and returns to the central issue of Sentience, for me, even if/when traveling through time and space on unreasonably wide tangents. For the last some amount of days, there have been really wide tangents due to various intense inputs, so there's likely to be some major wandering here today.

    A place to start would maybe be a new physics article brought to our attention by "aangirfan" - "In a Rainbow Universe…" Quite interesting in a "Shiva/destroyer-of-time" sense, but also about the other 'places' which one can go with this theory: "Some scientists believe that with 'different energies' ( or wavelengths or frequencies) we can experience different worlds (or space-times)"….the "universe consists of an infinite number of frequencies or dimensions of life that share the same space"…."particles with different energies will actually see different space-times"….Anyway, much food for contemplation.
    The day before seeing the above, I was standing in the snowy yard welcoming the sunrise with my coffee and tobacco, when a sense of clarity arose. Musicians/drummers can have a visceral understanding of how all creation is vibration, and how the infinite sea of vibration is everywhere with no beginning nor end, how it consists of an infinite spectrum of wavelengths and frequencies. It suddenly became clear to me that it's also possible that the "spectrum" of consciousness and sentience is equally infinite. Remembering Henry Beston's quote about the non-human beings: "they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time", I thought that it's more likely that in addition, they are simultaneously occupying overlapping consciousness frequencies with us as well as primarily being "home" in other "locations" of space-time. Perhaps species are strung out along the spectrum, some being closer, others farther, from one another. The point being: that there are no 'higher-and-lower' levels or hierarchies of sentience, including vegetable and mineral forms, even.
Then, the next day I read the Rainbow Universe article and one anonymous commenter wrote the following: "Our thoughts are our vibrational frequency, and LOVE vibrates at the highest frequency. This explains the sentience we recognize in our animal friends". Comforting synchronicity.

    Then, this morning I find this in my email: "The Incredible Story of how leopard Diabolo became Spirit…" , courtesy of amarynth.
I really can't comment on this, except that it completely broke me open. In a beautiful way. And that it's maybe the best little (13 min.) animal-communication vid ever. (Also…I had a feline friend in this life who told me profound things very similar to this transmission, and deeply life-changing.) 

    One more vid, a break-you-open piece by "michaeljohn": "Almost Home"  to accompany the same song by an artist named Moby. Description: "This is a simple story. It's not unique or fantastical. It's not clever or grand. It's a common story told from a different perspective.This video is dedicated to those who love unconditionally yet have been abandoned. May they find their home."
    For someone who worked daily for 3 years in a public animal shelter, this cuts to the core. Do I need to say again "every innocent creature is precious"?

    I notice that Uranus went direct on Tuesday, along with the Full Moon. More collective upheaval and anarchy may ensue, which may or may not be unwelcome at this stage. Also, as the town astrologer pointed out to me in the line at the Post Office - on New Years Day: the Sun will conjunct the Moon (New) conjunct Pluto!. Some kinda maha-reboot action there coming our way in 2014, as this sets the astro tone for the whole year. Or…it could just be, as Bob sang, "total destruction the only solution"…..

    The war on innocence proceeds at a feverish pitch and like a broken record, as we've become accustomed. The warriors seem to never sleep. This just in:
"ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. (AP) — Companies in New Mexico and Missouri could begin slaughtering horses within a few weeks after a federal appeals court removed a temporary ban that was preventing domestic horse slaughter from resuming for the first time since 2007...The 10th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Denver lifted an emergency injunction Friday that it had issued in November after animal protection groups appealed the ruling of a federal judge in Albuquerque…"
    You see, ranchers, slaughterhouse operators, politicians, and other Wetiko-plague-infested forces are "concerned" about "the most humane way to deal with the country's wild horse 'overpopulation', and the 'rising number of neglected and starving horses as the West deals with persistent drought'." Proponents say "it is better to slaughter the animals in humane, federally regulated facilities than have them abandoned to starve across the drought-stricken West or shipped to inhumane facilities in Mexico". Can't you just feel the genuine concern, compassion and empathy? I mean, there's just no other way to solve "the problem", right?
    If only someone would come up with a better idea, but, alas….absolutely NO ONE has a better idea, apparently (cough). Sort of reminds one of the "destroy the village to save it" days of the Vietnam war era. I'll have more to say on that shit too, but later.

    Also, a lawsuit has just been filed by WildEarth Guardians to disband the infamous USDA  "Wildlife Services" (formerly "Animal Damage Control"), annual killers of ~3.4 MILLION wild animals [2012], unaccountable to no one, with no oversight. Example of their handiwork: Coyotes: by arial gunning - 26,000; by sodium cyanide [illegal M44s] - 14,000; trapped - 23,000… probably bogus figures, but you get the idea.
    While that's the constant background noise in our public lands and commons, we have an Idaho parallel to our own recent New Mexico coyote-killing contest insanity: a competitive "Wolf Derby" put on by "hunters' rights organizations" [Idaho For Wildlife] for the week after Christmas (kids' division too!), wherein prizes will be awarded for the largest wolf and most female coyotes. Not making this up. Stated purpose is: "to show the world that no one can stop us from killing wolves"– not you, not me, "and especially not the federal government". (Wanna bet they're all good 'christian patriots'?)
    Um, maybe I should mention the famous "All you animal activists, Fuck You!" video of the horse slaughter advocate here in my state (you didn't see it?) - the one that made the evening news and went viral: dude leads a beautiful healthy pony from his barn toward the camera, strokes the horse on the head, turns to the camera, flips the bird and says the above obscenity, then proceeds to pull out his handgun and shoot the horse in the head. Yeah, its on Youtube, and uncensored HERE (warning: awful).
    All you can do is realize there is no "WHY?". Such a level of hate, mental derangement, and spiritual depravity and emptiness cannot be comprehended by the non-Wetiko-ized consciousness.  Our so-called civilization is so wetiko-ized that it's taken till now to expose what finally has come out with crystal clarity in Rolling Stone magazine's extensive essay "Belly of the Beast".  It's now the situation throughout the industrialized world…and about time.

    This whole argument/debate over 'animal rights'/ sentience is nothing but pure bullshit, philosophical mind-fuckery, and archontic time-and-energy wasting programming to keep the human slaves distracted with personal material pursuits.
It's about soul, nothing more, nothing less. The 'indigenous soul' as Martin Prechtel refers to. It's either intact or absent/lost. Enough said. Get over it, and get on with it - total liberation. Support the liberationists any way you can - "terrorists" who have NEVER harmed a living being - they are the warrior heroes of our time.
Note: ANIMAL LIBERATION FRONT WEBSITE HAS BEEN DOWN FOR 4 DAYS! I guess they've been reporting too many successful raids/releases/rescues around the world, as people are slowly, finally waking up everywhere. 

    I notice that the local health food store now carries the "Paleo diet" magazine, and local restaurants carry "Paleo-burritos". What freaking insanity. It's fuckin 2013, not 20,013 BC. More confusing bullshit. This kind of shit is also promoted on websites like "Signs of the Times" (Sott.net), with their arrogant smug holed-up-in-their-ivory-mansion idiots constantly telling us "whole grains are poison", and making continuous "bacon jokes". What pieces of shit, along with their total denial of anthropogenic climate change (google: conservatives pump 1 billion a year into climate denial…), their denial of existence of chemtrails, insistence that Boston Marathon was real, marijuana is bad, etc etc. Most "conspiracy/progressive" websites and radio are full of shit these days, run by former right-wing, barely-waking-up self-described "truth seekers", that are massively promoting racist, misogynist, homo-phobic, right-wing, fundi-christian ideologies. I would be wary of ANY blogs or websites associating IN ANY WAY with these assholes. I'm talking biggies Rense, Truthseeker, Rappaport, Jim Stone, and a slew of others. LITMUS TEST: anyone whose articles, or who link articles containing the word "COMMIE" is an idiot, moron, ignorant loser, and probably a fascist-in-denial.

This last month was really wacked, with the 50th JFK thing and then Mandela. Re: JFK - you had to have been there. More than "a president" was blown away….more like possibly a million real changes that 'might have happened', of which visions we let ourselves entertain for a moment. Gone in a moment! Everything that followed led us to this moment today. People still believe some 'commie' did it. There is a mountain of evidence that points to both Nazis and Zionists. Do your own research. It was most likely all of the above plus many more - but, no 'commies'. Just like there were no Arabs on 911. But you all probably know all that. I'm just ranting. It was a tough month. Just trying to move on, trying to accept that things are the way they are. We do what we can, and spread the love a bit every day. Justice seems not to be in our hands. Maybe we'll see when we cross over, who knows?

Said there would be some wide wandering here. I wish everyone peace and safe sanctuary in this trying time.

Spiritual Revolution Interrupted

December 25, 2013, 8:42 pm

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Last week I mentioned the 50th year return of 11/22/63 - the JFK hit - which was last month, if anyone was off-planet and missed the days of regurgitation of the half-century of lies and obfuscation. Some people also think that the JFK thing is unimportant and irrelevant to today, medieval history or something.
    The problem with that is: because of the lack of a clear impression of the context - what led up to, and followed that event - in most 'historical' sources available, and/or you weren't there and aware, as it was going down, then you'll have no idea of the depth of the rabbit hole connecting that time to our present.

    Astrologers even interpret the time '66-'69 (approx.) of the Uranus-Pluto conjunction somewhat according to the common impressions that have been propagandized to the public for almost 5 decades. Mostly, people just don't "get" how what exponentially expanded was the fully-committed and fully-funded majorly-focused War-on-revolutionary-mass-consciousness-expansion - BOTH spiritual and political - a 'necessity' which had long been anticipated and planned for. 

    While other, secret and foreign, wars had been going on, the JFK hit was the opening shot for this new domestic-and-universal war. It was also the triggering wake-up gong for a segment of a particular generation. After all the other hits, on Malcolm, on King, on RFK, the Manson case was the final deadly blast to fully and permanently traumatize the expanding minds of a young generation - destined to be relegated to the ('official' historical) status of 'lost failures'.
    Power proceeded to be consolidated in the hands of fascists through further events, social engineering and propaganda. But even the most observant and aware of us don't completely have the full picture of the connections-and-players throughout ALL the psy-operations that went down and are still going down, by the same players and play-book.

    Mae Brussell greatly rounds out this picture in one of her archived radio broadcasts from 1971. Brussell began researching the JFK hit from the day after it happened. Over years she compiled a wall-covering time-line of all the characters' movements and meetings, up to, during, and after the event. As she worked she kept adding and following through months and years the comings and goings of the same characters and their networks, eventually covering all the major psychopathic events of 3 decades. She passed in '88 (likely poisoned). 

   She and I were two out of thousands of the folks at the Monterey Pop (she lived there) - where so many of the musicians were bumped-off in the next following years (no co-incidences). She knows of what she speaks. She was there in the middle of it all. So was I, working at the LA Freepress, where the visionaries gradually overcame the old Marxist/socialist limited paradigm initially setting the vibe, and it joined with the larger exquisite collective vision that solidified briefly for anyone with eyes to see. 

    Back in the 70s-80s I tried to catch as many of Mae's radio shows as I could, from those small South Bay stations, but missed many. This one I had never heard, and it's a mind-blower. What comes out clearly is the major role of language in creating the mind-fuckery and basically the illusory 'powerlessness' we experience against all the atrocious bullshit we're subjected to on every level in our slaughterhouse-planet reality.  
    Listen to just one one-hour broadcast of Brussell from '71, which encapsulates the energy level and intensity of this interrupted revolutionary phenomenon, and just a basic good history lesson you didn't get in school. Sayin' it like it is:
CHARLES MANSON WAS A PATSY