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.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Yogi in the Garden of Waste

Yogi In the Garden of Waste

Garden of Refuse   Garden of Waste   E’er A-Bloom in Lives of Haste
A-Highway Child needs fed and preened

Roadside Ruins hint of gone seasons in the glint of a distant sun in brisk air
Car parties lost in time   The vague numb splendor of the night cruise
The Mother wears their trinkets on her body

Fast food comfort eases the pangs of hunger of the worker and the louse
The swallow and the burp, consumed and discarded
The Mother wears their trinkets on her body

The bumbling yogi sets out with tongs and bag on a route well known
Walking, stretching, lifting, and carrying the swelling totes
A drink once one in jaw, now three as cup, lid, and straw
Broken glass and mowed mangled can – slits my bag
Paper and plastic in pieces cut but quick I strike to pluck bottlecap, straw, and butt
I wave as cars go by and wonder who planted these numerous flowers
Years ago an Indian cried but now no better
Voluminous offerings her body to fetter
As a traveler I sometimes bow in shame at my cluttered sty on wheels
And wonder too at your clarity of space with debris now jettisoned
I stay slightly uneasy at my whirling craving mess
While you kick back in your facade of cleanliness
Whether you see me as eco-hero or chain-gang slave
Even if you see me as raiding your garden, I wave
Anger bumps me now and then as I am taken from my tasks
But the thought of sharing these very words guides the smoothness of my trance
Steady and rhythmic at every stretch I arrive
Along a few miles twice and hours five
I apply the balm of steady and calm that heals my reckless restlessness
A truck speeds up right near me as if to say
How dare you condescend me and pluck my sprouts today
The wind blows my empty bag as I search for anchor
Now I could use a 40 from the guy up the road who bogged me down
Ah now here is a sign, a target of bottles, a cluster for my pickings
Some displays hint of picnics and some of trick-or-treats
Others of dirty diapers to stinky to keep

The cars and wind dissolve into a glorious moment of silence
A glimpse, an instant of Just Being without the incessant play of emotions

O’er the hill I slide as I reach for a shiny prize
A few tons of flowering weeds have we plucked in this garden
But the beat goes on and the trad
of pitching the mess unwanted. She accepts her seeming desecration quietly
I bless the roadkill fresh and the bleaching bones and the living snakes and ticks
But all is not lost as some folk wave and one even thanks me
Karma yoga Earthwise tonic
We extract her treasures and offer her waste
She smiles nonetheless knowing she will devour us yet
I have raped her too as have you but what we must simply do
- is remember to tend her best we can in whatever circumstances we are able
The yogi feeds his breath and body with asanas of gathering,
with pranayama of blissful wandering,
with pratyahara of only task and analysis of task,
with dharana of objects on the ground,
with dhyana of plucking them,
with samadhi beyond description
The plucker, the plucked, and the plucking
All one unbegun moment unending.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Crossing Boundaries

Crossing Boundaries

Transgression

One living breathing four-legged brother eclipses a thousand perfect
   ecstasies of man and material.

Talk is cheap but wisdom is priceless
Compassion is Freedom

Awkward moments and due consideration and reflection
A strange place for one with a vow
This is what happens when you get lost in a herd of goats, cows, and standing people

To call for Life
To let fall the executioner’s blade
If we run they’ll find others to replace us
Simply caught in a net
I should have known better
Never again the fool aye

The usual grumble again fills the background
Stars shining in someone else’s sky
Somewhere beyond planning and composition is the peace of mastery
Longing to let loose
Remembering is the key to Forgetting
Trance

Oh my friends – my sisters
I owe you my attention
May it not waiver

To carry the guilt of the criminal is to bear a heavy burden
Recompense is easy but loss of life is a heavier load by far
Such thievery is a cause for sadness and contemplation
May all unwary trespassers find deeper truth and authentic kindness
No easy roads ahead but travel is required
Bummer

I will not walk along this precipice again for there is no virtue in falling.

Sky Line Assembly of Esoteric Energy Mutants

Sky Line Assembly of Esoteric Energy Mutants

Probing and Penetrating through the barriers of comfort and taboo
Sowing threads and histories and contemplating methods and mysteries

Strung as a garland of outcaste wanderers and explorers of being
Outers on the Outer in the Outlands Hovering on the Outskirts of the Mind
No need for healing affection addictions and silly snobby fear bias
No need for Atta Boys and Habit feedings but no harm in a Medicine Hug
Make Cute Quick as a Wink without the lingering stink

Inspiration and Support and Fostering the Ability to Transform
Fire feeders and astral divers
Care in the form of effort and contemplation
What can we do but exorcise the defiling demons of the past?
Simple health requires it
Balance and Imbalance   Clarity and Muddlety
It is simple in that Balance focuses Clear Seeing
The Pillars Black and White, Sun and Moon hold up the Lodge
The Middle Pillar World Tree Nadi Road
Leads through the body of the Star Goddess to the Samadhi of Nowhere
Mere Infinity is Everywhere
Our words chase her through the Sky Mind

The Great Work. The Masterpiece. What is this Nonsense?
Existence Makes Me Dizzy as the Wheels go Round and round
Do your remember sleeping in the tomb?
Do you remember waking in the womb?
From the Darkness of the Mother we Arise and Return
This is the Way of the Wheel of Fortune
We are the Fortune Teller Foretelling our Own Fortune
Over and Over Many Times Over the Wheel Spins
We are here, there, and everywhere and kin with all fellow travelers
Let us know the simple appearances deep and often

Freedom Serpent Energy longs to meet Space
A Seer pent up in the maddening bondage of habitual emotional states
Knotted and stuck
But a friend looms on the horizon. Ease of Mind is her name
May the Garden of Contentment Rise and Bloom
Then may we condemned humans all enjoy our last breath without a care.
Tomorrow is another day for another self.