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Humans and Humor
HUMAN HUMOR I think “Human” and “Humor” are etymologically similar, relating to a similar root, that root being the spontaneous self-expression of energy which can only be attributed to humans, and the laughter which only the succinctly appreciative human mind can truly muster. Only a human can be said to be in “Good humor” in the truest sense of the word. Humans and humor both sprout spontaneously from the same universal heart-center.
Sexual Love vs Austerity
Howdy hey folks! So I've been doing some writing lately and I'd Love to hear some opinions on this big piece I just wrote. Its basically about whether or not romantic and Devotional Love for another person is conducive to the constructive growth of one's Spirituality. I dunno how people are gonna take this lol sooo it could be great or it could be shitty. Feel free to not pull any punches folks, this is what the writing process is all about! Thanks and God Bless
RAM AND RAT; Sexual Love vs Austerity
One night at a cottage Rat and I were up drinking and philosophizing on LSD into the wee hours. We were seated at the mouth of a long strand of boating docks. Rat decided to stay seated safely in his chair on the land – “where he could safely drink more” – while I bounced around on the docks. I Love the docks, just like Indians of old. They’re a great place to get off. Rat warned me twice about falling in and sure enough I fell in twice, and each time getting out was such a cold struggle that I almost had to retire to bed for fear of hypothermia. But I always shook it off, did a few flourishes, warmed my biological equipment back up and was soon climbing the docks again like they were monkey bars. Rat shook his head, insisting that I was crazy.
“Come on Ram,” Rat announced, “this is the perfect opportunity to talk about the great Spiritual foundation we could be building, to talk about the future – and you’re over there doing handstands on the docks like a child, and wasting all our energy!”
“I can do both,” I retorted. “Besides, who says I’m wasting it? This body energy is made to be used, man. I don’t want the vehicle getting rusty. Living by my Heart like this makes me feel positive and loving. Besides, what good is a grand Spiritual future if there is no Love in the present? I say if there is no Spiritual Love or Heart-expression in the present now then there will be no Love in the present later; and if we can’t learn to be fully present now, then we never will. Love is important, you know. It’s good for you. The grand human organism needs a strong foundation of Love and empathy between heads (Fire; Summer; Spirit) as much as it needs the strong material foundation and community (water; Winter; material-reality) which you’re aimed-at in order to be most effective.”
“I know you’re right…” Rat replied despondently. “But Love is just so dangerous to one’s personal Spirituality.”
I made an expression of dumbfoundedness. “How so?” I asked.
“Well, you know,” Rat began, “you’re not supposed to have any attachments in this life because they drag you from the sublime goal.”
“…Which is?” I asked.
“Well… Communion, I suppose.”
I smirked a steely Scorpio smirk. “Communion with what?” The LSD was suddenly not-so-transparent.
“…With other, I suppose. The other within. The Spiritual mountain peak. Sacrifice, sacredness, austerity, Kriya-Karma Yoga, Taiji. Am I off on a limb here?”
“No no I read ya,” I replied. “But what makes you think a Lover who truly completes you in heart-and-soul would get in the way of that?”
“Well if you ask me,” Rat replied, “everyone should get their Divine communion from their source within. If everyone just focused on their own inner Dharma and devotion then all would flow as it should – from the inside out. The wellspring of all life is sipped from within; no worldly phenomena will quench that Spiritual thirst which the soul is heir to.”
“Just because it’s outside of you doesn’t necessarily make it worldly you know,” I announced. “It’s true that the wellspring is within; is it not therefore also true that the Divine wellspring within you is the same in everyone, and that the pure ambrosia which pours from you is the same?”
“Yeah.”
“Spirit to someone else is still Spirit to me, even if it didn’t come from within me,” I said. “You’re not seeing the greater zen koan of humanity here, man, you’re only looking at the zen koan of the individual. The individual must sacrifice self for the greater benefit of all, it is true. Is it not therefore also true that a couple of Lovers could sacrifice their mutually generated internal energies in the same karma-Yogic vein of the individual, thereby making for an even more bounteous Spiritual Harvest by their completeness and togetherness than either individual could have achieved by themselves in this lifetime?”
“It may be true Ram, but I know I can’t discipline other people; I can hardly discipline myself. I have enough trouble with my own sacred practice, with keeping the reigns on my own past-life karmas; I don’t want to worry about dragging someone else forward, trying vainly to keep the two of us afloat, when I could more easily achieve more universal buoyancy on my own by being a mendicant. I think the passions of Love are a cop-out from the highest level of Divine sublimation of the self into God.”
“Well aren’t you proud,” I said, giggling in mid hand-stand.
“Well, I do try for humbleness,” he said, lowering his head, and God Love him, he was right. “Besides,” he said, “Love’s passions are just another trap. I want out of the maze,” he said. I shook my head.
“One man’s maze is another man’s playground,” I muttered into the wind. The two of us pondered upon the acid-picture we’d just hung between us for a few moments, and then it was Rat’s turn to shake his head.
“That just seems so indulgent to me though,” Rat spoke worriedly. “Isn’t the ice what makes the fire warm, after all? Isn’t discipline and austerity the very pressure which forges Spiritual diamonds?”
“Well, sure; but what do think heats up the furnace?” Silence. “Love man,” I answered for him, “it’s Love.” He sighed. “Look man, Love is the ultimate Zen-koan,” I announced. “I’m not so unwise you know; I know what to keep and what to shed, I know my heart from my skin. I know to never let the attachments of passionate Love in my personal sphere get in the way of the grand Human Dharma.”
Rat shook his head again, bending into his typical pessimism. “Whatever man, go ahead. Do you thing. Fall into the passionate trap of Love. Surrender your other-worldly energies to worldly appetites. You go right ahead and dip your toe into the sultry waters of Love; you’ll know just who to blame when your dynamic Spirit falls in and drowns.”
I rolled my eyes. Poor Rat, I pondered silently to myself. I intuitively sensed that he didn’t want to lose my dynamic Spirit to the travails of Love, which has happened to so many of his Spiritual activist friends over the years. Rat wants the ultimate Spiritual furnace, the perfect playground, a reflection of heaven on earth: a trans-human community filled with Loving, peaceful, positive-minded people. A perfect Spiritual temple. He wants to see the Grand Human Dharma in action before he gets too old to take advantage of it. He wants to do acid-yoga in a community that won’t make him paranoid about performing his religious ceremonial rites.
Rat still loves to be Loved, and to be warmed by the coals of human Spirit. He’s not afraid of Love; he’s just afraid of the merge, that’s all. He’s afraid he’ll lose hold of the self he’s been working so hard to keep in tune in his lifetime by surrendering his devotion to a partner. I think I understood Rat’s side of the message, but I don’t think he understood where I was coming from. My point was simply that one can be “of this world” and Love, and still not be “of this world.”
The truth of the matter is that I love to fall in. I Love the entanglement and danger of seaweed; I Love the struggle of getting out, the feeling of freedom. It affords me the deep inner-strength and wisdom of knowing, knowing that I could always climb out – which allows me to walk along the docks. Rat fears the docks of Love; he’s too sentimental. He feels that once he falls in, his Spirit will never be seen again. He’d rather wait for a pond worth drowning in, for some imaginary woman who will fit perfectly into his dharmic schedule like a glove, or else for Krishna herself to come and absolve him for his austerities. He may have to wait a long, long time – maybe a few lifetimes, who knows.
Sex from the Heart
In sexual practice, you have to integrate and stimulate the Shen (visualization; mind; Spirit) as well as the physical, sensational body. You must communicate, signal your ecstasy; speak the language of Love. Connect the message, rather than just the "sensational words”. The difference between sacred Love-making and the plain physical act of Sex is the same as the difference between regular speech and a song sung from the heart.
NO PIE LEFT
To denounce or decry religion is just as bad as dogmatically pressuring it onto people. Nowadays everything has backlashed from the Spiritual orthodoxy of our previous generation – everything is over-secular. Parents are pressuring atheism onto their kids and there are no Spiritual or religious values left, no more sacred rituals or sacred anything, no center, no grace or gratitude, no conscious returning of respect or sacrifice for what is being given to us at every Divine moment. Everyone’s just oozing greedily from sublime-center to get their finger in whatever sensational pie they can find – and if we forget to pay homage to our ‘ancestry’ by tending to Earth and soul, pretty soon there’ll be no pie left.
Inner-email
The other day I was with a friend waiting for a bus, and she went on her cellphone while I went into a meditative sitting posture. Bless her - she felt kind of bad for being on her phone while I was doing the "noble thing" of meditating or whatever, and she said, "Sorry, I'm just checking my email." I laughed and replied, "haha its cool, I was just checking my inner-email. I don't wanna miss any important messages."
What are you doing here, Arjuna? AUM
“Tell me, Arjuna; what are you looking for in your meditation practice, seated on this cushion with your back so straight?” -“I don’t know.” “Have you tried not-looking?” -“Well… If I’m not looking for anything, then what am I supposed to be doing?” “Have you tried not-doing?” -“So what, am I supposed to just sit here and breathe?” “Who is it that is breathing?” -“Me.” “Me who?” -“Me. Arjuna every-man.” “Do your lungs have a name?” -“No…” “What are you doing here, Arjuna?” -“I’m trying to breathe, I guess.” “How does one try to breathe? Don’t the lungs breathe by themselves?” -“Yeah. So then what the hell am I doing here?” “Have you tried not-doing?” -“Gah!” “What’re you doing here, Arjuna?” -“I’m trying to not-do!” “Have you tried not-trying?” -“…” “What are you doing here, Arjuna?” -“…” “Have you gone deaf?” -“…No, I just don’t know how to answer.” “There is only one appropriate answer to the question, ‘what are you doing here,’ Arjuna.“ -“What’s that?” “Auummm.” -“Aum?” “Yes. It means eternal, unchanging bliss. It means God. Now tell me: what are you doing here, Arjuna?” -“Aaauuummm… Aaauuummm… Aaauuummm…” *Aum or “Om” is an ancient mantra, which is a spoken word or phrase with a deep meaning that helps the user inculcate the message of the mantra’s symbol into their mind through conscious focus and intention.
Idolatry, Devotion, Gurus and Celebrity worship
Idolatry, deity-devotion, Gurus, and celebrity worship are all such funny and fascinating concepts. Let me tell you a story. A young Spiritual Hippie rockstar-turned-famous-celebrity beholds an over-zealous fan of his on a street, who shyly asks to take some articles of his clothing from him for her own rather obsessive personal collection of his discarded goods. The young man frowns and remarks, “Ma’am, I am touched that my life has meant so much to you; but I am nothing Divine – I am just another echo. You should be looking for the Divine one in you.” The woman replied, “Masterful one, your modesty is sage-like; but you see, it is not the symbol of the deity that I worship and receive my communion from but the One behind it. I believe that gathering your discarded things bestows the grace of the One upon me.” The young man placed his hand confidently over the woman’s heart and replied, “Bless you. Your faith has prevailed.” And he gave her his shirt, belt buckle, and necklace. She went away ecstatic and hopeful. His friend who had been close by and personally knows that the young man was not quite truly Divine remarked realistically, “Did you deserve that?” The young man replied, “No. But she did.”
Intense creative frictions between individuals
I wrote this about jamming with my band the other day The musical band is a broader metaphor for any band of people interested in a common goal. I think its really deep. "When you’re dealing with intense creative frictions between individuals and cutting with a diamond-saw blade, you’re bound to deal with a few sparks. The trick is to ignore the sparks and keep crafting while the iron is hot and resources are still in motion. There will be time for apologies after the forge has cooled."
Quality vs Quantity Love
Quality is more important in one’s over-all Love-making career than Quantity. It’s as true in Love as it is in Life. Why live life superficially on the sidelines after all, when it could be lived sacredly and whole-heartedly? I like to think that I won’t waste even a moment of precious time in this short incarnation. Why be afraid to merge with other and melt into sublime power? Why not fall deeply in Love? Why percolate one’s latent in-born talents and energies into quantities of bland, secular experiences – like watching t.v. or rifling through snack-foods – when they could be making quality Love with their time? They could be putting that energy into a Lover and receiving it back two-fold, rather than funneling it selfishly into man’s bottomless baser appetites. To feed the baser human appetites cheap quantities of ecstasy is to hunger again; but to feed the soul with quality Love is to be truly filled. “Well, not everyone can just fall in Love like that, you know.” And why not? This is the same predicament as the college freshman who pines for his destiny but falls instead into the trap of material comfort and security. It’s easier to numb the mind with sensation and comfort than it is to live one’s Dharma, to suck the marrow of life and live deeply rather than shallowly. But if you don’t escape from the security of that comfort and your head is down, you’ll never turn it upward towards faith in a better predicament, towards the prospect of a Lover. Love is necessarily a courageous and lonely quest – like all the best ones are – until it is completed. Living shallowly may be easier at first, but the pain of living always catches up. The pain of living is not worth it if there is no Love. Everyone knows this. So why aren’t we all falling in Love? The good news is that through Astrology and Celestiology (Celestiology being simply the Chinese year-sign astrology), we can know the capacity for true Love in a relationship by the resonance of our individual vibrations as signified by the elemental properties outlined in the natural soul-patterns of our natal (astrological) birth charts. By using the signs, I can better comprehend whether my Lover, my living deity, is worth their Spiritual coin – meaning my devotion and Love. You don’t want to waste devotion, Soul-energy, on anything less than a naturally harmonious Lover, after all; going against Nature and harmony always leads to bad energy-economy somewhere down the line. Don’t waste your time. Do yourself (and the rest of us) a favor: find an astrologer, learn your signs, and learn which signs are not only romantically compatible, but also soul-compatible, with your own. If you and your Lover are elementally compatible then your Love will be Divine – it will unfurl by itself, like a ball rolling downhill. You don’t have to do anything or to be anyone, you just have to be; and your Lover will Love you for who you are if you really do ‘complete’ them, if you’re the wood for their fire, if you’re the butter on their bread. The wellspring of all manifested life and power starts from the sexual-area of the body; once everyone unlocks that power, our society will lack nothing and will suffer no shortage of resource or vitality. But it has to be real Love, real surrender – or else sex is just another passage of the lips, just another potato chip, just another pointless sensation.
PHILOSOPHICAL LIBERTARIANISM & ALLOWING OPPOSING IDEALS
I’m an ideological Libertarian. If we denounce and decry opposing agendas like the anarchists or the communists, everyone’s going to question our motives somewhere down the historical line, thinking, “why? Is it possible that the side we’re on is actually an oppressive state, and are persecuting the others for fear that this new TRUE WAY might overtake our presently obsolete ideology?” Opposing views should serve to solidify our own. That’s the power of the dialectic. I say let the anarchists and everyone else practice freely - as they also should for us – and the ultimate way will naturally show out in the wash. Freedom to practice ideals takes our meddlesome human contrivance out of the picture and leaves it up to Nature to separate the wheat from the chaff in order that the Ultimate way might manifest and reveal itself, rather than that which is perceived to be the ultimate way by a select snowblinded few. Man is foolish to attempt controlling policy from without. What fear is there for burgeoning movements when we feel we’re on the “right side?” What about faith? Even if all sides are not the “ultimate way” (which will likely be the case), at least if everyone has faith in fairness then we can deal with our policy with the clear, pure insight of honesty and due-course. I say if you’re afraid to let opposing voices speak than the isle you’re standing on is probably crumbling beneath you.
Being in Love is the ultimate meditation
Being in Love is the ultimate meditation practice - because you can't put too much stock in the future, or else you'll get in the way of the moment. You must be present in Love, and you must accept that whatever happens after Love passes - clinging attachment, or else separation and inevitable heartbreak - will happen, and so what? The joyous gamble of Love is necessarily bittersweet and painful. What's a bit of pain for glory?
A good mountaineer knows his conquests must have an end, yet still pursues them passionately and whole-heartedly as-they-come; for indeed, "'tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all."
Plus, you'll never know - maybe if you get out of the way enough and don't think about it too much, you might come to find that you've accidentally discovered a mountain worth climbing forever.
The greatest Romantic Love isn't something you accomplish or achieve; it's something you witness, something you watch unfold by itself
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The Sublime Human ride
AUM HARE RAMA AUM HARE DIVINE KRISHNA I am experiencing the sublime human ride. I – my wandering, multi-dimensional soul – has more blessings than its body can count them on. a frothy white crest rides the swirling undercurrent for its time then dissolves again into the next one out of primordial struggle out of starry thatchwork out of roots behind – a morning glory plumes, a crest rides this wind on my face feels so familiar, this same old one
THE YOGA SECRET
TO ALL MY FELLOW YOGIS!!!!! Please check out this short article I wrote. I think the part about the superbowl is particularly sublime It sounds silly - but check it out anyway!!!
THE YOGA SECRET:
The secret to doing Hatha Yoga practice is thus: A – knowing that the physically purging and cleansing phenomenon of hatha Yoga is NECESSARY for optimal health, well-being, and ultimate human energy economy – just as a sewer system works most effectively when it is cleanly plumbed. (Hatha Yoga, therefore, is also necessary for one’s DHARMA, what could be called one’s “Destiny” or “personal ultimate way.”)
B – Knowing that to struggle against what is necessary and ultimately best, is futile.
With these sublime talismans in mind it becomes easy to release oneself from thoughts & desires which are irrelevant to the moment on the mat. This initiates a present focus on the subtle currents of energy and flow that are occurring in a very subtle fashion within the body, much like the phenomenon of a blind man “hearing better” because he doesn’t have to focus on his sight. Yogis know that everything is supposed fall in their proper places at the proper times. There is a time for present-centered focus and practice, and there is a time for relaxation of the mind. To be distracted from the present moment is to be distracted from life – and life is the most important thing! What the hell else are you doing in this incarnation, this body, this lifetime? Are you going to go to the Superbowl to look at the birds? Why’d you even bother paying for a ticket?
As I’ve said, “by cutting out the multitudinous tongues, our one tongue can savor the sweetness of the present moment.” Why waste the glory of the present by focusing on the future, and thereby missing it as it comes along? There will be time to reflect on one’s duties and aspirations after practice. BE HERE NOW.
Reality is that which doesn't change
Reality is that which doesn’t change. The only unchanging constant, the only “reality,” is the eternal observer at the center of the cosmic wheel’s spokes, Krishna, the unmanifested one out of which the manifested many comes. Reality is; but Krishna consciousness, our “Mother consciousness” or “Divine mother,” is the basest fabric of this is-ness, and the only unchanging aspect of this glimmering marvel of a world the cent. Krishna is the central “whole” of it all, where we all come from.
What is Meditation?
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Don’t think of meditation as something you do. Think of it rather like this: In your life, you have concerns and desires which confound you at every moment and pull you every which way, keeping you from being “centered” and cool. Meditation is not an action but is rather a ’stilling of actions,’ a conscious moderation of all draining actions and desires. Don’t think of meditation as a “doing.” Think of it as the opposite – as an “undoing.”
By cutting out the body of Hercules’s hydra, its many heads are slain at the source. By cutting out the multitudinous tongues, our ONE tongue can focus and taste the sweetness of this moment. Every moment can be glorifying and blissful, for indeed “nothing is either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” It is only the over-tired, over-active mind which perceives there to be gaps in the fabric of ever-present Divine Bliss. Let’s get out of the way.
