Transmutation

FuturePeak, Boulder Creek, CA July 2018

Dancing alone, wide, green eyes gazing up

starry, wondrous sky, expanding;

Twirling around, counter-clockwise motion, 

arms grounding, extended hands,

compassionate Universe,

transforming Ego,

longing for flight—

Heaven 

Heightening True Love to raise like seeds,

blown from trees, afloat, featherlight,

lifting above suffering

Earth’s dreamscape,

Where separations enmesh;

Fear evaporates like intense

summer storm, quickly dissipating into

atmospheric tranquility

You, guiding your feet to meet me,

dancing your own, unique rhythm, 

vibrational ascension,

holding each timeless moment

freedom for all beings;

Composing creations, interwoven like Tabriz and Kashan,

collaborative, masterful designs—

bliss and peace 

Fly weightless, infinitely deep,

high above temporal clouds, 

obscuring neither pure mind nor soul;

contented abandonment of aloneness,

intermingling independent movement;

spinning clear light, resonating,

strumming heart strings— 

One Song

  

Futility- A Discussion in Fucking the Unfucked and Unfucking the Fucked (or, "Not That It Matters Anyway")

While pondering the universe this morning, I thought of Ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tail. The earliest known representations of the snake in mythology are centered in Egypt, as it made its first appearance in Enigmatic Book of the Netherworld. Found in the tomb of King Tutankhamen, it depicted Sun god, Ra, connected to the God of the Afterlife, Osiris, as one, giant god, while two snakes with tails in their mouths, were coiled around the head, neck, and feet of the huge god, symbolizing the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, to which the lesson is that there is none, and that the universe is eternal.

Then I thought how the snake really appears to be eating its own sexual organ.

This is an interesting thought, as it turns out in consulting my book, that in later Greek mythology, Cronos (Saturn, to the Romans), Ouroboros' son, cut his father's penis off and threw it into the sea. Since all parts of Ouroboros were immortal, naturally, his penis grew into Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, beauty, and fertility. Ouroboros, the Sky God, is also the son and subsequent lover of Gaia, the Earth, who was born from Chaos. His Lover-Mother and he were inseparable until Cronos cut himself free from his mother's womb, cut off his father-brother's main vein, and that's how the sky separated from the Earth, Duh! By the way, Ouroboros got rid of people by swallowing them whole... talk about deep throat.

Anyway, back to the snake eating its own trouser snake: I thought that the symbol, really, is just the symbol of the Universe telling us all to go Fuck ourselves in perpetuity... a forever, "Fuck You, you're permanently fucked!" Though, technically, in considering the nature of the fact that Ouroboros is beginning and end, we must equally be able to unfuck ourselves, negating the fucked, and remaining simultaneously fucked and unfucked as long as Universe exists.

"Fuck me?"

"Fuck you!"

¹Hornung, Erik. The Ancient Egyptian Books of the Afterlife. Cornell University Press, 1999. pp. 38, 77–78

Receiving

This morning, I was having a shitty feeling for a few moments, which upset me, because I was emotionally responding to an Internet thread... talk about a double-edged sword. I mean, no one likes allowing one's self to become upset at all in some negative ego response, let alone when it is due to Internet strangers. So, I stood up to look outside my large, floor-to-near-ceiling, front window.

On the top of where the deep, green, creeping juniper arches, there was a bright, handsome, male cardinal eating berries. In swooped a male blue jay whose immense size put the cardinal on high alert. He, too, began munching berries, but at the flat base of the plants, closer to the house. Then, just as the scene triggered an early childhood wish to be able to see both of these birds together, something amazing happened: a butterfly dashed across the yard, the female cardinal appeared on a pine tree branch, a bumblebee flew to the vinca and hopped from flower to pink, trumpet flower. Goldfinches arrived on their thistle seed-filled sock feeders and a common northern mocking bird landed in the driveway, which led my eyes down to see a pair of mourning doves scouring the ground for treats.  At that moment, the sun burst through the fluffy, white clouds that mostly blanketed the sky, revealing bright blue that reflected on the lake, where a silhouetted squirrel hopped over the landscape's horizon.

It was a scene right out of Snow White.

The collective whole was symbolically telling me to not be so serious about something so trivial when, if I just open my eyes and release my silly, hurt self, there is so much beauty to be seen which helps the ego to rest peacefully and just let it flow into a new moment, being ever-present.

Just in case I forget what matters, the universe is happy to remind me and, fortunately, I am grateful to receive her song. I guess it does the same for others in whichever way they need to be shown. For me, that comes in the form of reminding me that there is so much more that is seemingly, infinitely smaller and equally, infinitely larger than a moment that will, ultimately, be nothingness.

Little bit harder, just a little bit more,
A little bit further than you've gone before.

One Song

All I can do is love the Universe- One song

sung in harmony;

Energies converging, melting away

separateness,

disrobing-

naked...

nothing to hide behind-

no thoughts, no masks,

no body.

This is a dream.

There is no here or there,

no Heaven or Hell-

just illusions

created by false Ego

which deems itself

apart

from another...

he cannot believe that I is We and We

are One,

the implications of such Ego-Loss

splinter his self-assured reality into shards of Fear;

a reality built on Ego and

Separation, specialness

Be better than, have MORE than-

competition is his life from

moments of first breath,

Run and never

stop...

be alone,

die

alone.

Denial that all are one,

denounces the Self;

Silly Man, thinking he had

More in Himself,

in the name the world gave him-

short-changing destiny of

Greatness & Eternity for

f

l

e

e

t

i

n

g dreams

He will never find

Satisfaction this way,

his desires are

e n d l e s s

taking and taking, feeding a name that will

perish as

dust.

Why does he choose Suffering over Ecstasy?

Illusion over Truth?

Death over Eternity?

For no amount of

material security

satisfies the requirement for

Eternal Happiness-

Maybe he doesn't care?

Eternity?

He doesn't even Believe it Exists...

Someday, he will die, he

thinks,

that's what they told him will happen- and he has

evidence in Life that he must

Die-

everybody does it.

So to him, I

e x t e n d

my arms of Limitless Compassion,

so he may forego the

Tradition of Lies, in order to

yield to Faith that All will carry him in

Love and Respect toward

Freedom;

Awakening from

Death.