Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Age of Aquarius

Age of Aquarius

Great Circle, Great Year
Crossing the Boundary-Shadow-Threshold to the New from the Old
On the Verge of New Paradigms, New Myths, New Understandings
The Story of the Future Looms as we Prepare to Sow It
The Heavens and the Earth and the Mind and the Body
As there, so here

Cosmic Twins, Bull, Ram, Fishes, Water Bearer
Two brothers horns curl and fish swim in the pot water traveling between worlds
Set slays Osiris, Rudra slays Prajapati, Mithras slays the Bull,
     and rivals slay Mithras as history eclipses myth
Perhaps the ages of slayers are gone, yet the new requires removal of the old
New Story of the Sky, of the ever-mutating Body, of the vast and profound Mind,
   of our mother-companion Earth.
Sky, Body, Mind, Earth. In these fields we wander

The Poet has Aspirations on the Cold Oak Moon, the Black Moon,
   Rahu – who looms just now at the birth of the Sun

Less entertainment duality, less transaction distraction, less ego habit
More true collaboration, more genuine Love, more support, stronger community
Family and Familiar go the embracing Circle
Diversity et Unity, Analyze and Synthesize ah ye Alchemists

Universes appear to expand and contract but perhaps are without Time’s first and last
Perhaps we are beyond mere Universes that only appear to come and go
Within and Yet Beyond, the Finite and Infinite dance inseparable
All Appearance is Reality said the Good Jewel Buddha Wife
Wisdom Display Jnana Lila Gnosis Fabula
All that Appears is Free
But we feel the Two, attraction and repulsion, more so in our dark world of relativity
There is a third that moves between the two in ever-changing ratios of three
Unity et Diversity, the Dark Lords conceal yet reveal
All aspects of nameless formless godstuffness
Bound Ecstasy cheats time for a time
Make a road to the Beyond, Paragate
But do not seal the door and fall asleep
For the Giant Cosmic Mind State is All-Pervasive

The New Myth is Ours to Live as we merge Being and Becoming like any other day
Perhaps tomorrow will carry us on her destiny wings to deeper presence
   as our ancient karmic drudge burns away in the clarity of new knowing
Spin the Prayer Wheel, Turn the Wheel of the Law ye All of Fully Blooming Essence
Bow Happy to the Guru Mother that dwells in All Matter
Go Veg Go Veg Go Veg 

                                                            12-21-10 Full Moon Black and Sun at Womb-gate
                                                             chakrasamvara37

Aspiration for a New Aeon

Aspiration for a New Aeon

We here are united by knowledge of secret methods and by a common quest for change
We notice the tendency to suffering and despair
   emanating from the systems of perpetuated obsolescence
We watch as confused humans cling to the crumbling pillars of the House of Dysfunction
We who live outside the box, we see their narrowed thought-paths
We sense their helpless hopeless cries for help as they cling to hope
They are resigned to faith and wishes, giving all to unsane scenarios
We experience the utter tackiness of their art
They fear the openness of possibility and the vastness of infinity
It is the sickness of delusion that touches us all in various ways
Loved ones die and fade away, our aid hard to give
Children grow and become, our aid hard to give
We are part of a world caught up in a world view of suspicion and distrust
Ego boundaries defined by outmoded paradigms
Ever spinning news of yucky exploits
The mentality of ignorance; ignoring what is plain to see to those trained to see
People tend to do what is available and accessible to them
May we be able to make available and accessible new paradigms, new ways of seeing

Even in the midst of the rhythm of time cycles there is always room for a golden age
or a time of change, for the wheels of change ne’er cease to roll
Whether named for the war child, the feather maiden of balance, or some other
A new Tao of Refinement we all chase

May imbalance, instability, toil, and struggle be mere adjustment
May we cultivate always the great patience of mindful awareness
May we find ease of mind in all states, Santosha
May the ego of struggle and effort give way to the naturalness, carefree Sahaja

May we be able to bring forth the blossoms that dazzle gray-winter-dazed minds
May we be able to spark the children with the fire of possibility
May we support one another in trust and encouragement
May we avoid falling prey to pity and elation, self-loathing and self-congratulations
May we abandon the greed of competition and find true collaboration
May we stun one another with wisdom-energy, rejoicing in the joy of sisters and brothers
May we leap skillfully with delicious languor working the transformational mating energy
May we engender a sane courage based on skill in awareness
May we tend the delicate flower of contentment in all ordeals
May we come to terms and overcome our personal demons and biases
May we tend the inner sadhana and display great resolve and discipline
May Will and Action be integrated, May Love and Action be harmonified
Ideals of health, harmony, balance, clarity, sanity, calm, and bliss - near and possible be

May the four activities of enlightened beings manifest:
Subjugation of demons through the might of awareness
Pacification of suffering through calling and feeding the afflicted demons
Enriching by making available the methods of penetrating the delusion clouds
Magnetizing and overpowering through keen magick and enchantment
May we discover these qualities within our mindstream
   and therewith sow wisdom-joy for all whom we encounter
May we escape the needless pain and inertia of world-habit-energy
May we cultivate a new-world-habit-energy that serves awakening
May the Great Work of Transmutation of Self be accomplished
All the while may we hold aloft the Gem That Fulfills All Wishes
May we experience the stable merging of Awareness and Space, Samadhi
May the desire for transcendence be kindled
May the obscurations to immanence be removed

After distraction may we return to the technique
When we are lost in the torrents of emotion may we aspire to return to the technique
Thus may we Go along the Royal Road of Means
   towards a more authentic future as we tend the realm of our descendents

                   
                                                                 from the imaginary desk of the imaginary
                                                                 chakra37 on the moon day of the lotus-born
                                                                 12-16-10

The Giant Car

The Giant Car

The quest for song and story, for children to offer to the well
Contributions to the heap that centers our eyes
The Cone of Power, the Circle and the Point
Creatrix and Matrix
Double ended Wand

Beset by limitations of body and demands of the plane
The many faceted binding and yoking seems the play of Will and Habit
Who is the yoker and who the yoked? The joker and the joked?
Bind the Mind to the Yidam. Remember Vow and Sadhana.
Yet the parrot robot repeats meaningless jibberish

First is the Apparent, Next the Characteristic, and Last the True
The quest for Non-delusion stays fresh in a sharp-minded wanderer
Aspire Aspire, Never Tire, Enflame Thyself, with Fire, with Fire
Dance the Mind, Draw Up, Draw Up
Take sustenance, Aye drain the Cup
Allow the Master to train the Pup

Pointing here and Pointing there and drawing shapes upon the Air
The Mage seeks the mixing of Worlds
Looking for signs and omens to point the way
  Beyond the Obstacles of distraction and discomfort
Don’t despair for the moment is there, is here
and Non-delusion is ever-near.

Ha, I am the shadow, anonymity, content to be unknown.
Aquarian tribes of jesters and scribes, of students and mutants
Symbolic languages abused by dogmatists and poets
Our laughter dissolves our illusions of tidiness

Somewhere beyond token friendship and suspicion is true collaboration
Trust beyond the barrier-infested confused world of dysfunction
There is harmony and the music of balance
Balance beyond the night’s climaxing crescendo
The crescent moon beyond the extremes of full and empty
Confidence in tomorrow the sober mind gives
Yet clarity and sanity fix and trap the mind as well
Somewhere beyond the toxic and the tonic is the Supra-Medicine Mind
The Medicine Field, the Medicine Realm, the Buddha Potion, Ocean of Awakening
We name things, known and unknown
Hoping that ideas will lead the way to Wisdom
The poet-mage turns into liquid in order to penetrate worlds with only words to reveal
So we have heard and been fascinated by the harmony of planets and music and numbers
Riding our stunning synchronicities and chasing our own self-important destinies.
Ah, but now I remember, this discontentment is just a display of magical illusion.
Back to constructing the Giant Car, the Magic Bus, Mahayana

Philosopher's Notes

Philosopher’s Notes

White Body, Silver Blood, Yellow Consciousness
Mixture of Magick in Fixture of Body
The Ordinary veils the Extraordinary which is the Original Ordinary
Transmutation is Illusory
It is Mere Unveiling

Distill Essence   Tame the Mind
Relax in the Nature of Awareness

Shy and Bold, New and Old, Hot and Cold, Spread and Fold, Drop and Hold,
Bought and Sold, Lead and Gold
These separate poles reassemble and re-emerge Beyond

Attainment
Different Ratios of Afflictions in the Complex Karmic Complex
Struggling in the Habit-Web Awaiting the Spider of Time and Conditions
Ripening and Concealment and Purification by Dissolution
Selfless Bastards born out of Wedlock
Warm Quicksilver feeds the summer bugs in Pan’s wood

I dreamed I offered a clear polished stone on an altar

Flickering Eyes, the Oracle Stalker Prowls the Great Quiet
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or so say the keys

The Hidden stays Hidden and the Revealed is Cryptic
Le Fou, dizzy with the thirst for knowledge
Take me to the Mountain and throw me to the god winds

Crawling Serpent, this Wiggling Lust Animal Dance brings Mad Inner drops of Dew
Humans and their stifling worlds of formalities and barriers
Energy rises and falls and they are divided into waxing and waning versions
Which one will greet us today?
Veils upon veils, a tangled forest of inherited perches
Now longing for the vastness of the desolate mountain
Elixir of Sky

Yet hidden in the womb chamber

Or shrouded in mist, or distracted by wind

Unburdened in the freedom of stealth    Scanning for revelation and anomaly
Dreaming the balance of health              Scanning for music and trance harmony
Searching the mind for familiar patterns
Clinging to our illusion of comfort we become hidden from ourselves
Knowledge and Conversation
Take me to the Sky and bid me Fly
Equanimity is the gauge of Beyondness
Open Flower Appears
Just That

Ever searching this un-map-able forest for the long lost friend
Time to rest for the night

Alchemical Soup

Alchemical Soup

Lord and Lady   Beast and Bride   Shiva Shakti   Father Mother Yab Yum
Solve Et Coagula Et Solve Et Coagula Et Solve Et Coagula
SECSECSEC 666 sex sex sex or CESCESCES just one more kiss xxx xero xero xero
The alchemical mixture that leads to manifestation
The Breath of the Universe
Breathing In and Out    She envelopes him in her Yoni Circumference
A spiraling sheath She circumambulates the Lingham
Uniting and Dividing so very quickly
Attraction and Repulsion run the Universe – at least the One we think we know
Ashvins Mercury and Venus cut across the twilight heavens
Symbols just float in the soup of the psyche
Dreamers and Poets feign understanding
Word fades into Symbol and Symbol into Syllable and Syllable into Om
From Infinity to Finity to Infinity to Finity to Infinity to Finity
IFIFIF  - the Unknown or FIFIFI (phiphiphi) High Fi and Low Fi
Irrational Perfection   the inseparability of Chaos and Order – twins from the waters
Panning for Gold and Means, or perhaps the Wisdom of Destiny to make itself known
The soft call of View, that which expands consciousness
The marriage of View and Action becomes the Meditation that ends in Meaningfulness
Oh how these Words, these Marriages and Mirages, taunt and hint
   of something greater or less, something unfamiliarly familiar
But it all depends on one’s perception of Family
From the close tight grip of gross density to the vast circumscribed expansiveness
The Universal Family expands until it contracts
This is all Notes in Stone this alphabet soup divination
Al Khem Sekhem Al Lef Al Fa Elephant Talk a Falafal Laugh Fa La La La La
Energy is the Motion and Consciousness is the Stillness
Each lives hidden in the Other Yin Yang
Potential, Possibility, Seed and Elemental Conditions
The Self, Local and Global, or Local and Universal
Jivatma, Paramatma, Anatma – Little self, Big Self, No Self
Kronos made Time by slicing off the balls of the Sky Vault
The Timelessness of the Inner self needs no Cause and Effect Mechanism
Isvara is a condition of Maya, I and Thou is duality
Para Pan, beyond the all, see through the wall of concepts
Ponder Ponder, oh long may ye wander, ye beyonder
Listen, Reflect, and Apply the Method
Bring in the energy, whoosh it around, and Apply the Method
Mayakoshas, Illusory bodies, Matter Mother, Spirit Breath
The Subtle and the Gross, the Guest and the Host
Oh these Nauseous Words float like Birds in the soup Sky, crowded and vast
I feel Silly with Words – the notions of Sayers and Nay-sayers and Soothsayers
I feel Subdued like the Red Glow Harbringer of the Sun
Riddled and grumpy-heavy with the karmic curse
To Make Divine the Sacred Land this Divination
This is Just Philosopher’s Notes

Thursday, November 25, 2010

The Aruna Clan

The Aruna Clan

(Around the full moon I had a dream that practicing a particular from of yoga and meditation was referred to as – joining the Aruna clan. At first I thought this referred to Varuna in the Persian form as Uruwna, but it may also refer to Aruna as the charioteer of Surya, the Vedic sun god. Aruna is associated with the red glow of the sun near dawn before it rises)

Uruwna is the Persian Varuna and the Greek Ouranos
Son of Night and Lord of the Celestial Ocean
High dwelling Sky dwelling maker of rain, monsters, and fateful beings

One may wonder who inhabits this clan
Perhaps those who arose from the blood and foam of his castrated genitalia
Perhaps also the Titan children of Sky and Earth and the Family Tree of the Argives

From the sea foam arose the splendid Lady of Love who would bind most,
   both human and god into her contracts though most kind is she.
Meliae, the Nymphs of the Ash Tree bestow the Manna ash and its wild spirits
Nursemaids of the baby Zeus fed by the Manna
Erinyes, the Gracious Ones: Unceasing, Grudging, and Avenging Murder
Fierce Gorgon Sisterhoods, Kind, Vengeful and Chthonic
Serpent-legged Giants who Ruled the Earth, slain by the Age of Titans and Heroes
Telchines, fish-children and magician-smiths, more old gods to overcome
Makers of the Scythe of Kronos and the Trident of Poseidon

Yet it was this Scythe that castrated the Sky God from whose blood they arose
Kronos, the son who must weaken the wrathful and fearful father
Kronos who initiates the hiding of the Chthonic
Kronos like his father fearful and now cannibal
The Sky Vault is cut as the Sickle separates Heaven and Earth
This is the Birth of Time, YChronos and the Golden Age
The Elder Gods relinquish and War History is Change
New Order from the purging of the Old
Once again the Titans give way to gods of the One Mountain
Transfer of power and change of the collective psyche
The imprisoned Ouranid Giants, the hundred-armed ones and the Cyclops
   give aid to the Olympians – giving the thunderbolt, helmet of Hades, and trident
So next there is father-king Zeus and now Grandfather Kronos dreams ever in the night

All these Family Feuds and adopted tribes and gods is rather nauseating
Is it a mess meaningful to sort out?
It is only me acting on my dreams as taught

But this too is the Varuna Clan, the Asura Clan once perhaps the Devasura Clan
As deeper yet they are the sons of Infinity, fatherless and born of Aditi
   or perhaps Aditi-Brahma, or Brahmaditi as Boundless Mother Akasha
Laxsmi, the heavenly star of morning, evening, and fortune, arose from the milk
She is the Ocean-born Mother of the World
Varuna Yoga is the devotional yoga to Order and Sadhana
Varuna is of the creative cooling water that tempers Mad Indra, the hot fire of destruction
Indra slays the Dawn Goddess, Ushas, with the Vajra Sun Rays of Vishnu in her twilight
Perhaps she dwells with Aruna in the Twilight State awaiting the Fate of Day
The Clan of the Hypnopompic Twilight dwells ever in transition
Underneath are their Counterparts, the Shadowy Dusk Demons of Sunset
Change looms ever in this crossroads encampment


Aruna is the Power of the Red Sun   He arose from an Egg prematurely
He is the brother of Garuda who rose from his egg in full time
Aruna’s power is thus subdued. He foretells the arrival of bright Surya
He drives the chariot of the Sun God with a team of Seven Horses
The consorts of Surya: Padma the Lotus, Usha the Dawn Goddess, and Chaaya
Aruna the Charioteer was said to be born without feet or sometimes without thighs
Aruna is a Hittite Sea God, son of the goddess of Magick and Healing
And aye she is Aruna, the Orphaned Untouchable Meta-human friend of Batgirl

On a clear night one can look upon the Eyes of Varuna, the Spies of Varuna that watch
It is said that he watches our morality in his great seven-fold palace in his blissful realm
   on the Flower Mountain
His Breath moistens heaven and earth
He is the Sky that covers the world
His Power is Knowledge of the Justice of Morality
He carries the Noose of Karmic Conditioning that binds us
The noose tightens as one descends from the subtle to the gross planes of manifestation
Understanding is limited and narrow in the dense realms and wide and vast in the subtle
The rings of Saturn are tight, those of Jupiter medium, and those of Uranus wide
I read that Varuna supplanted elder god Dyaus
If this is Zeus then there is maybe a cycle
Perhaps these outer planets Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus alternate –
the serpent rises and the lightning bolt descends, so like the Universe there is manifestation and dissolution, Solve et Coagula, form and formless
The Chronic Chthonic Balance of the Toxic and the Tonic
Medicine Dance of Subtlety
So perch here on the edge of consciousness and remember the forgotten world

VARUNA YOGA

In Swadhisthana Chakra Tatwa Bija, Vam, there is the Region of Varuna,
Half Moon where he rides the Makara
Here is the Water born of Fire
Touching the thumb and little finger makes the mudra of Varuna and is said to balance
   the water in the body

In the Palace of Varuna, a supra-cosmic being made of musical energy, a Gandharva, called Vena, lives as a fiery river that flows between the appearance of Being and the appearance of Non-Being. He is a river energy bridge that continually is absorbed into and re-emerges from the Unmanifest. Varuna travels this river Varuni through the 7 states, or planes, each with seven sub-planes. In humans this passage is between Ajna and Sahasrara and represents the seven sub-planes of the 7th plane presided over by the seven rishis and guarded by Narada, the Gandharva servant of Vishnu, gatekeeper of sorts to Sahasrara. The goal practice is to fast without effort and to dwell on the threshold of consciousness. The beginning is to be aware of the transitions between sleeping and waking while recalling the Palace of Varuna and Vena as the fire river energy thread. (derived from the book Uranus: The Alchemist of the Age by Dr. K. Parvathi Kumar).

In the hypnopompic state where we begin to be awake is often where we remember dreams. This - perhaps is the state of Aruna - the soft dim red glow of the sun before it rises, ie. the soft dim glow of consciousness before it becomes the established state.


From Liber Pennae Praenumbra – The Book of the Pre-Shadowing of the Feather


“The Hidden One of the Abyss now gives the two wherein is wrought the higher 
Alchemy: supporting Earth is Chthonos--learn it well, and all bonds shall be 
loosed for the Will's Working. Surmounting Spirit, there is Ychronos, whose 
nature is duration and the passing-away thereof.”

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Wampum Garland to Heal the Mind

Wampum Garland to Heal the Mind

The wound is deep and the gash needs a stitchin’
Look out and within to the Earth’s Medicine Kitchen
Wax cathartic my friend of the aeons   Renew the Vision

In dreams and in chance may we find the path to Sanity
When baffled by cruelty may we see hidden kind Humanity
Retaliation is mostly a temporary adjustment
Hold firm to courageous cautious workability
Love is Dear    Grief is Unbearable but fades now and then
Circumstances Heal Circumstances

May those beset find a lifeline to meaning and an antidote
Suffering, Disaster, Violence and War make scars that redefine
   the humans that were before then alone
Now they walk with demons

The Healing gods know – seek dreams and means
After the Battle is when the fight begins

He drilled the beads with stone and strung them together
A still mind holds the objects in focus and time goes on
He wove a story and a song and a method
To carry the future    To reconcile the past
To commemorate that which is valuable to perpetuate
Stillness threads a needle and distraction fades into the background
Only Now and Forever
The quiet river flows unceasingly like time and breath and thoughts
Thoughts are the first to go then breath and time

My life is easy as I don’t have these big demons to accompany me –
Only little ones as all of us do.
Balance is knowing the richness of the moment
Each gesture and motion becomes a robust symphony of awareness
But let stillness of the body, of the sensations, of the mind be observed
And then maybe as the Great Perfectionist told me The Great View will Appear
The Great View is to see reality as it is
By virtue of Essence may we know Essencelessness of Self and Other
I may learn nothing at all in my fondling of the future and past
- in stalking for familiar patterns
These fun games eat time – for better or for worse.

Under the Great Pine, the Great Peace, may we lay our weapons and work together
This is truly a legacy unrivaled.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Searching for Naljorpa Entranced

Searching for Naljorpa Entranced

Somewhere within and without, all pervasive, is the state unsullied with emotive poison
They say to marry a god and get on with it, to bring it all to a monogamous point
But I am free to wander the vastness visiting a thousand wives
Love is Pointless Infinity    I marry the goddess without attributes
My dears are a thousand-petaled flower adorning my topknot
This is merely a song of hope   Of a glorious future that awaits in the silence of a moment
Somewhere there is a mystical door that escapes from the gravity of this habitual consensus
Elope with me my thousand loves 
Let us vacate this wheel for a while to rest without the parasites tearing at us
If only to remember our mission here in the dense land

The snow moon awaits in the shadows for opportune moment to appear
Darkness closes the sky   Look within for a Vision
Yes call for sign, cry for a vision, consult sticks and stones
The ritual duty is simply to be present as best one can
The shaman-poet blends the times into an energized enthusiastic elixir
Time moves upside-down in the Great Below that is Silent of Words
Time stretches forever in the Infinite Sky in the curvaceous body of Space
In the Great Above the Growing Sound Resounds and dances with its Echoes
We are lost in this Country of Circumstances
The Moon calls me to pray
Remember the Bindu that entered the Womb-Gate and grew into this Illusion of Self
Lost in the Matrix-Game of Maha Maya
The balance of great comfort is there until it’s gone and then what?
I will look on the moon tonight and gather its milk-white rays
-after I purge the body and mind with heat from without and within
Then I will re-convene this transmission of glyphic-fire to warm aching bones.

The sunset sweat was dull and cool, just a moment of misty awareness-door
Steamy sound and sizzle and fiery glow of the stone people made by fire and water
Then the inner fire, quick lives without breath
The flaming arrow-shout consumes obstacles
The needle-flame glows within in the re-convention
The gaze is up and out, wishful thinking of living in the natural state
The five winds whoosh about the body mandala
Jewels offer jewels to jewels
There at in-between time – the sacred twilight
Transition of time, like fire is transition of matter
She is Grandmother and Daughter over and again in the tribe each becomes the other
She is a cycle linking generations sewing the tribe mind in a rhythmic stitch
She transmits her milky golden light to those below
We of earth receive her like goats, horses, or cows standing still in the morning sun of a cool day
Statues of smoky breath plugged in for charging
The bursting heart beauty of the Wahoo Tree hangs in the cool daze
Hidden in the dark moist ravine of her rocky thighs is the Maidenhair Fern.
Coyotes howl and yip like a drunken gang of hillbilly sirens
Anxiety attends their blood-hunger family
My back rests on the Oak and my gaze on the concentric light mingling with sky haze
She gives distance to the night
I ask for direction even as I spin the raggedy medicine wheel
Sky and Earth and their incessant sex play
His Penis chases her through the heavens
Twilight consumes the day and Dawn hides the night
Only the loop returns but the line is doomed to wander were it not for curved space
Find the loop in the scrying pool
One day perhaps the splatter will return to the egg and another Universe will ensue
But for now we are stuck with time and matter
Mage locked in the crystal
No Gnostic extraction can win the day
Isolated desolation or just another War in Heaven looms in the barely possible
Perhaps these mad abstractions can suck the poison closer to the surface
Let us dwell in moment by moment Medicine
Let us become Doctors of Awareness and Healers of Confusion
Sanity Sanatantra Dharma Asha Rta
Watch out for Cosmic Order and his unruly Twin
High then Deep then Refined
Layers within Layers, Levels within Levels
Not with words is Wisdom defined
Nor is it concerned with Angels and Devils
The great Orb, she cleverly steals the Sun’s kind rays unaimed
and distills them into her silvery ocean sheen untamed
Souls gathered now may travel where they may according to the appointed way
A tear for time and love for children
The seed assures us it will be OK.