The Surreal Work of the Kali Yuga - UPDATE

Kailash Om

UPDATE:....On a previous post regarding the SURREAL Animal Rights/Web Investigations into the Canada Cannibal, and the "stellar" police misprision non-investigation. I refer you to this exclusive exposé link at DANGEROUS MINDS.   
I would have to say that the earthly temporal manifestations of the divine leela have gone pretty far over into the surreal category at this point, and certainly exceeding my own weirdest entheogenic future-visions of my early out-of-time explorations. Back then, there seemed to be an undetermined open-endedness, a wealth of possibilities, directions, resolutions. In these times, isolation is intensified, in every outing in these environs, by the distinct repeated impression that what is surreal to me is simply accepted(?) as normal for pretty much everyone around, both 'asleep' and 'awake'. But, in two months I have had a face-to-face true reality check-in with another human only once since my close friend left on his journey, and that was in conjunction with a student music lesson. (If the teaching goes good, a sacred window can be opened where the rasa of Adbhutam - wonderment/awe - blows in and transmissions happen spontaneously in the form of gestures and glances, and you drop into a place where the topic is all-inclusive…) But that isolation trend has been consistent for some years now, not exactly new. I used to be fairly adept at steering conversations away from bullshit, but, for one, I'm tired, and second, most in my age-group are seemingly shell-shocked or have a white-knuckled death-grip on illusion-maintenance.  Maybe it's because I've been surrounded by lazy humans for too long, who haven't been at the work they should have been? That's part of it, but also can't deny my own laziness. Maybe I 'should' have gotten out more? It's hard to be 'elder-ly', goddamnit! You do what you can to keep the melancholy at bay. 

Apparently, if you have your shit together in certain areas, you don't actually have to 'do' anything…more like stopping 'doing' is the general idea. Then you get made aware of things like grace, synchronicities, appearances of 'open windows', revelations of one's true desires, and such. I've never been apprised of any technique to call that in, but have met some individuals with a unique magnetic field that seems to attract a lot of that. (They all did the work.) Some fairly interesting hits have been recently coming in my direction, though I'm very reticent to grasp hold of the idea of a 'trend'. I do need to cross some big threshold into a different reality here, and that feeling of being damn near out of patience is non-stop. Hell, that's why my bro hit the road and crossed the border, gettin' the fuck outta Dodge.

Synchronicity, for me, isn't always wonder-full and awe-inspiring, and sometimes it's downright sorrowful and tragic -  the Karunyam rasa. Karunyam also invokes compassion too, of course, but it doesn't spare the grief.
But I've had both of those two types of so-called 'emotional empowerments' manifest in synchronous ways recently. Just noticing and observing.
 
I was looking at videos to rent and picked out a story of a Mississippi bluesman, and a minute later an old friend, a local master blues-guitarist who I'd not seen in a couple years, was standing next to me. He handed me a film called "Throw Down Your Heart", saying "this is the shit for you, my man". He couldn't have been more right on. Made in 2008, it follows banjo master Bela Fleck on his journey to bring the banjo back to Africa, it's place of origin. Specifically, Uganda, Tanzania, Gambia, and Mali.
I could only find Hulu versions with annoying commercials searching for "watch online for free" sites, so I encourage readers to rent and watch, including the 'extra' out-take extended tracks. It's a hell of an inspiring film, and great to watch Fleck gradually drop into the African vibe as he throws himself into the unknown through his many musical encounters. It's heavy, too, considering the dual ways to interpret the idea of "throwing down your heart"….but that's to be discovered in watching. This film precisely depicts what music is really about in the latter days of the Kali Yuga. That was the awe-rasa synchronicity. Here are 3 clips up on YouTube from the film:
And with the extraordinary Oumou Sangare - (been listening to her cassettes for 25 years):
 

Another synchronistic film-related event (karuna rasa):
I rented newly released "The Hunter", starring Willem Dafoe (met him last year), not knowing much about the plot. Back home, opened an email entitled "A Glimpse of What We've Lost: 10 Extinct Animals in Photos". The first photo displayed was of the Thylacine (Tasmanian 'tiger'). Well, holy shit, that is the very animal on which the film is centered. 

 
The film is pretty well done, filmed in Tasmania, billed as an intense 'thriller', little violence though nor any animal abuse involved. But be forewarned: it is a very tragic and disturbing film with the lead character hired by an evil POS biotech corporation to 'get' the last surviving individual of the species for DNA marketing purposes. Wetiko qualities are readily displayed. In the end, Dafoe's character chooses a shocking, desperate, redeeming(?) action.

I have been despairing that my best (consistent) student had moved away, but yesterday acquired a new student via Skype. O...K...grace. This is a new experiment for me, but seemingly worth trying. Others have been increasingly contacting me over last couple years to do this, so, while this tech is still around I figure I may as well take advantage. It's free, too, so…may as well spread what the wetikos hate.

Still trying to ward off the melancholy on a daily basis.
I take some comfort from being made aware that, due to the work of Jill Robinson and her dedicated local allies, over 1000 Chinese doctors (DOMs) at 8th Shanghai International Forum of Infection Control have pledged to not use/prescribe Moon Bear bile products. (Rhinos next!!) She has been rescuing bears in Asia since 1994 (close to 400 now), and has the website AnimalsAsia as well as many YouTubes, including lovely tours of sanctuaries established throughout Asia. She is a true major world-class front-line heroine who deserves all support and resources possible. Up there with Capt. Paul Watson - who, btw, is now on the run in hiding from the Japanese whaling and shark-finning mafias. Wetikos are getting pissed.
A very heart-rending vid here of the rescued and now sanctuaried bear, Oliver, who survived 30 FUCKING YEARS caged.
 

This shit is impossible to get one's mind around. We're in a fucked up matrix of which there are no words to even get close to defining. The wetikos are frothing at the mouth for more and more of the same. Its what they do, and feed on. That's why I try to repeatedly banish despair as it arises - just to deprive them of a few snacks. Not from me, you extermination-deserving lifeless archontic pieces of fecal matter!
"Have a nice day!"

Talking Grief and Joy, Words of Power and Silence

I honor and respect the power and magic of the written and spoken word ('in the beginning'), but also tend to be geared more to sound vibration for it's true primacy (primal Aum), and that probably connects to my having been drawn to instrumental music, rhythm, and mantra-based vocal traditions. It did not surprise me to find an infinitely deepening pathway to inner discovery in a lifetime of exposure to more and more layers and levels of sublime subtlety and power there. But that is a path experienced by only a privileged few, and a privilege it is, accompanied by great gratitude. 

But we inhabit a world not so tuned to pure sound (Nada) and silence, but more to ideas written and spoken. And I'm in that matrix as much as everyone else. I'm also not 'a writer', in the artist/professional sense. But it is a curious contemplation to me about the 'process'. The only process I know involves certain steps: becoming aware of the 'calling' of the moment (of mental/emotional freedom), listening to the vibrational spectrum of the drone, matching the precise harmonics and overtones of my instrument at every point till I feel the merging in my body (shanti), and then becoming aware of what the instrument 'wishes to say' in relation to the moment and environment. 
I have no idea if there are similar or completely different processes involved in the art of 'wordsmithing', storytelling, and oration. My own processes can be either instantaneous or drawn out, and maybe that is the case in the latter practices. I don't know. But in this life I have experienced occasions where the power of both written and spoken word have reached comparable depths as those of musical expression. These have all involved spiritual/emotional/empathic dimensions, and have come from 'unknown' teachers, friends, poets, writers, orators and mystics living and dead, and those would include Rumi, Hafiz, Kabir, Trudell, Prechtel, MLK, Ramana, and a number of others - all of whom have entered into the 'bhav' and channeled timeless truths. What was said stays with me, becomes part of my 'remembrance', and I return there to heal my tribulations. 

I bring this up because, for one, this is the blog world and I have been minimally involved as well as much enjoying others' expressions, but also because I have more and more recently become bored with the spiritual and temporal superficiality of many of the popular contributions. There are a few exceptions, and those ladies know of whom I refer. I read for spiritual insight, tracking collective emotional 'weather', and for deep research into the forces and motivations of our adversaries as well as updates on the guerrilla successes against the wetiko institutions. I have neither the time nor interest in following either doom-predictions or external-salvation-hopeyness, nor narcissistic cooler-than-thou wanna-be sage and hip western cultural icons. I guess I'm just stuck with my artistic authenticity values extending to all realms. And 'deep' seems to be a matter of personal perspective. I've never gotten over the shock of realizing how little western man is satisfied with, as well as the tendency to claim expertise in subjects which one has not been deeply, genuinely immersed in. I really don't want to go there now, so I'll say no more.

Speaking of hopeyness, I appreciated the below-linked transcript of a sermon given last Sunday in Austin by Robert Jensen, which came from a site I subscribe to. Good on him for speaking the spiritual truth in a Christian church. I consider this to be a small example of right use of the spoken word ('vak'=siddhi of speech).
Hope Is For The Lazy: The Challenge Of Our Dead World

"Nature does not negotiate."

"Avoiding reality because it is harsh is not a winning strategy."

"There may, in fact, not be a winning strategy available to us at this point in history. But we have an obligation to assess the strategies available, and work at the ones that make the most sense. That is how we make a credible claim to being human. We don't become fully human through winning. We embrace our humanity by acting out of our deepest moral principles to care for each other and care for the larger living world, even if failure is likely, even if failure is inevitable."

He quotes Wendell Berry - “You can't know who you are if you don't know where you are.”

"To be truly hopeful is to risk irrelevance when engaged in polite conversation in mainstream America. Irrelevance, in these situations, is a virtue. Our chance of saving ourselves depends on enough people willing to be irrelevant soon enough."

He also quotes James Baldwin - "[we] must remember, however powerful the many who would rather forget, that life is the only touchstone and that life is dangerous, and that without the joyful acceptance of this danger, there can never be any safety for anyone, ever, anywhere." 

"The two, grief and joy, are not mutually exclusive but, in fact, rely on each other, and define the human condition."

Well, irrelevance is a pretty familiar feeling for me these days, even though I'm able to avoid 'polite conversation' most of the time. Maintaining a retreat status with sound, silence, and a nourishing natural environment works well and keeps my focus off stress, preferring the words and expressions of the masters. Reading and viewing some archival films of a genuine master, intimately connected to the natural world, I came upon unknown details of an astonishing story. It relates to the sage Ramana Maharshi of Arunachala, South India. The story itself is the relationship he had for many years with the cow "Lakshmi". (There's even a book called "The Life of Lakshmi the Cow".) Lakshmi (name of goddess of abundance) was given to him in 1926 and became a visibly ardent devotee engaging in daily conversations with the master, demonstrating full sentience, informing him of her needs and joys, insisting he be the first to welcome each new calf (often on his birthday), attending daily meals with devotees, insisting he be the first to enter her new shed/quarters and bless the foundation ceremony, always facing his room/window, and many other marvelous episodes which continued for decades. Ramana also had deep connection with deer, peacock, crow, dog, etc, many of  whom have their samadhi/tombs on his ashram grounds and are kept up to this day. Lakshmi's passing in 1948 was attended to by Ramana in the manner afforded to a mahatma, as he personally guided her over into ultimate liberation (videhamukti), accompanied by tears of grief and joy. There is much more in the details, which can be read at the Ramana blog.

"It is not true that birth as a man is necessarily the highest, and that one must attain realisation only from being a man. Even an animal can attain Self-realisation."

So, there you have it, read it and weep. Life is stranger than any of us know, and places like India are not just 'other cultures' but other all-inclusive realities, worlds within our world which include unknown truths (as well as supreme lies and frauds). We have been tragically discouraged from outer, as well as inner, exploration in our wetiko-controlled delusional system, and it's nearly infected the whole planet. 

To wind up this 'word' post, I leave you with this short talk of exceptional words of power - 
Philip Wollen: Animals Should Be Off the Menu 
[Full debate: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNED7GJLY7I&feature=relmfu]

Wetikos to the Fore, Again

Well, we've covered the Wetiko problem here and in quite a few other locations. We know it's an old and well known 'disease' in both indigenous and modern industrial 'civilizations', and its study and exposure has been greatly beneficial to many normal people's ability to penetrate the multiple layers of our situation in these times. I've been checking the mounting number of Wetiko-zombie-cannibal stories appearing in msm and alt sites. It's been making me remember how, decades ago even, we wondered if, and when, these types of things might get 'triggered' by the controlling mind-fuckers as they 'switched on' the 'sleepers'. 'A Peasant' recently said, "definitely it has a lot of angles with the MK ultra sleepers, the social engineering, predictive programming, vaccine solution, etc.", and that about sums it up. More than that, we mostly don't know.
But there is a back story aspect to one of the cases that has not gotten any US coverage. It concerns the Montreal/Toronto suitcase dude, the gay porn star spook-like freak.  It has been covered by Canadian press in Edmonton, Calgary, Montreal, Ottawa, Vancouver, etc. and was linked to on the Animal Liberation Front website.
Apparently, the psycho posted animal-killing videos on YouTube in 2010 and started a world-wide effort to track him down amongst the AR activist communities - 2 years ago! "They notified humane societies and police departments in Toronto and Montreal, posted rewards, spent countless hours poring over videos and photos for clues, established a thick dossier on Magnotta, and identified fake Internet personas that seemed to be leaving false trails to confuse the people pursuing him....By January of 2011, after frantic online searching, animal lovers tentatively had identified Magnotta as the suspect. They meticulously compared photos that Magnotta posted of himself, identifying jewelry and furnishings that appeared in both, until they were certain they had found the right guy.....in December 2011, he posted two more [animal-killing] videos....They posted images of him around the Internet, and on bulletin boards in the real world....On the Facebook group where they shared photos, member after member fretted that he would move on to human victims....'In essence we need police help but the police won't act upon anything, that we are aware of, until we can determine where the videos were created and/or where the videos were uploaded from. YouTube won't release IP information until notified by the police.' In a statement, the Ontario Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals reported that after being informed of the allegations in February, 2011, they reached out to Toronto Police, the FBI, the RCMP, the Quebec Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals and the Montreal police."
Today, after over two years, there is now an international manhunt and Interpol warrants out for this Wetiko (PTB psycho-drone?) who likes to use 3-name-combo aliases. The rest of this is just another fairly familiar story, isn't it? It also should be noted that the dude posted a bunch of the typical racist stuff on Stormfront, the neo-nazi website. ('They' really have the programming protocol down cold, don't they?)
John Lash relates a story from an Inuit elder about their way of dealing with the "Fat-Stealer/Wetikos" - they invariably meet with an unfortunate hunting accident and don't return from the outing. He says everyone knows what the problem is and what needs to be done, and societies cannot tolerate their presence. In this way the harmony and security of the tribe was preserved.
And, but, here in upside-down world we have Communication Management Units for empathetic animal people. Communication management - kind of takes your breath away, doesn't it? Can't have people communicating what is obvious to everyone, now can we? Anyway, as pointed out numerous times, AR people are "the most dangerous terrorists", even though no animals or humans have been harmed or killed - EVER.
It should be obvious now that 'civilization', not withstanding all the 'benefits', has been fostered and designed by and for the Wetikos over many millenia, and they are nervously toasting their 'victory' at this moment.

At a deeper shamanic perception level, we know the mystic reality is that this beautiful world, at the atomic level, consists of a vast emptiness. All the diamonds, emeralds, pearls, sapphires, gold and silver are as ephemeral as all the bodies of sentient beings and indeed the entire earth herself. And every particle of creation is equally a jewel unto itself. We reside in Manidvipa. Graham Hancock spoke recently about the problem of our perception modes being limited to (1) 'alert, problem-solving consciousness', and (2) the kind of zone-out inebriated consciousness; those options are how most of humanity rolls.  He laments the long-term war on natural entheogenic plant use as well as other altered-state-inducing practices such as drumming and dancing which have proved beneficial for thousands of years in keeping human societies balanced in relation to the rest of the natural world. He posits that the "demonization and persecution of altered states is denying our next vital evolutionary step", and "the expansion of our consciousness is the essence of what it is to be human". And points to the deeper root of the problem imposed on us that "we are not allowed to be sovereign over our own consciousness".  A clear definition of absolute insanity.

On a related note, there is an extremely fascinating couple of (very long) essays on the subject of 'Carno-Locavorism' (and the politics of killing animals) - the new diet craze espoused by various groups which includes the 'Paleo' diet and other 'meat-protein'-based practices, also 'eating local', plant/animal sentience arguments, and a host of related subjects closely examined in a critique of Lierre Keith's book Vegetarian Myth. Very informative and a heated debate with Derrick Jensen weighing in on many important aspects of our current population-and-food dilemma. Maybe it's just me, but I see the Wetiko problem, true sovereignty, and relations to animals and the natural world all being related and vital subjects to contemplate, in a creative manner of course.
Blood and Soil
More on "Persons" and the Politics of Killing Animals


Time for video -
2012 Dhrupad Mela, February (Shivaratri) in Varanasi. This has been an annual feature since the 70s, started by my original guru, Pt. Amarnath Mishra, on his property on the Ganges River.
Performers are: Pt. Prem Kumar Mallick and son - vocals; Pt. Manik Munde - pakhawaj (drum). [Personal note: I toured Germany with Prem Kumar in '99, most fun ever! Manik-bhai is my only other surviving guru-bhai from Amarnathji - awesome!]

Immersed in Sentience

Nataraj - exoticindia.com

What makes a person able to recognize and be horrified, confused, and deeply disturbed by the insanity of the Matrix at a very young age? Or, conversely, accept or barely notice that nothing feels or appears right? It's something I've never been able to figure out. Admittedly, growing up in the 50's amerikkka we were immersed in an atmosphere of mostly 'normalcy' and 'progress'. Shiny sleek cars, cinemascope, vacations, school-spirit & cute cheerleaders, and the Norman Rockwell vision effectively pushed racism, militarism, classism, domestic abuse of humans and other sentients, conceit and hubris, and such things into the background, sort of. Some of us noticed some glimpses through the cracks.
But by early teens, things really looked unmistakably unnatural and 'off', even without being personally subjected to the horrors of some of our peers. Maybe I just 'caught the vibe' from my father, who definitely was not enthusiastic about 'civilization' and the superficial lives of his contemporaries. His favorite pastime was spending a day by a stream with a fishing line in the water, quietly listening and feeling the surroundings, lovingly expressing his joy at being a dad to his only child. When he was 65, and I was 13, he confessed that he was actually no longer comfortable about the suffering of the fish, and that the pastime was losing its appeal. Pity he only lived another year, but that day remains clear in my mind. 

Three years later 'they' blew JFK's brains out (for purposes of demonstration), and by then I had zero doubt that we were living in a kind of hell realm unequalled since the inquisition/witch-hunt days (was I there, then?). I knew also that we were headed into a sci-fi nightmare of massive horrific slaughter of 'gooks' (better death through chemistry), repression and backlash in 'the south' and northern ghettos, destruction of the environment along with inevitable fucking up our DNA, and fastly increasing downpressing of the youth - since my generation, and those slightly older, were coming into a consciousness change. Yes, even before drugs(!) some saw the writing on the wall. There was also a feeling of a very possible mass awakening and exciting anticipated victory over the old order. But, not to be. Some of us renounced the old paradigm and never looked back, bailing college, self-educating and experiencing the greater world, eventually ending up as 'old hippies'. Hmm. Others didn't, and spent the next 4-5 decades carrying on, trying to manage an increasingly difficult balance of 'normal life' and adjusting to perplexing constant change. I've just never been sure why I was a part of the former group, or why so many of my generation became the latter only to have to confront their own kids' non-acceptance and/or rebelliousness in other (d)evolved forms.

I'm not even sure the 'choices' were truly choices. Teachers and experiences appeared before us and turning away only seemed absurd non-options. Never knowing a permanent home was irrelevant, we were exiles and gypsies, and the whole world was our home. 'World citizens'...heh. Great masters opened their doors to us. The finest traditional artists on the planet coached us through our initiatory processes. We had our work cut out for us, a long-term learning process with no end in sight. A real 'mission impossible' in our view.
Should I name-drop a mind-blowing list of the most eminent gandharvas of our age, whom we studied with and gigged with, or should I just refer the reader to the "Mridang Artist's" page? Pretty pointless, since the names mean nothing to all but a few hundred people in the 'western' world, but that's how it played out, probably by some pre-birth arrangement. And I'm ok with it. Those listed folks, for 40 years, have been my real 'family'. [Now days, when I drop back into the sangeet world, what I constantly hear is, "You are more Indian than we are!" Cracks me up every time. I don't know exactly why, but I have some suspicions.] The 60's were a different experience for some of us who felt the deep auspiciousness of the moment but didn't identify with the general alternative "star-focussed", western-centric vibe. Some percentage grasped the necessity and importance of getting a deeper understanding of older and colonized cultures, and the focus was drawn in that direction. Being at a major underground publication enabled us to associate with many prominent personalities and creative folks, allowed us access to backstages of revolutionary events like the Be-Ins/Gathering of the Tribes, Monterey Pop, Fillmore, Winterland, and such, as well as exclusive interviews with iconic 'stars' of the time. As a member of Micky Hart's ensemble, we opened for big acts and hobnobbed with the blow-snorting, primo-smoking set, etc. But when I got a call to tour with a great world-treasure traditional musician, I immediately packed my bags and said goodbye. I could see things were soon going to shit, and the real 'revolution' was going to get sidetracked. Too much ego, self-obsession, fame-ambition, and historical ignorance in the hangers-on/wannabe scene. And ultimately booooring. It killed many of my friends from that time. The revolutionary movement was going to proceed from within. I also preferred entheogenic sacred medicine journeys solo, in the deserts and forests, not with 20,000 inebriated freaks.

New Mexico Magazine

[Excuse me a moment. Have to encourage the hummingbird who flew in to head back out the door. Ahh. Thanks for visiting!]
..But traveling abroad and in Asia, friendly, hospitable folks were everywhere. We just assumed that our fellow citizens would somehow 'get it' and everybody would eventually get up to speed in their own time and come together, no problem, and a global transformation would no doubt eventually happen organically. But, by the mid-80s, came the stark realization that we weren't fully paying attention, and that the depth of depravity of long-forgotten (experienced?) burning-times had been, well, forgotten/repressed.

I personally undertook a massive, lengthly study of all the intricacies of many of the worst periods of known human history, searching for the roots and origins of the spiritual error, and at the same time, via a spiritual 'transmission' from Sri Hanumanji regarding monkey-export trade happening in India, what became a thorough, detailed examination of the atrocities taking place in the worlds of our fellow sentient beings, and became somewhat involved in various forms of activism. This drove my 'friends' crazy and away. Tracking ever-increasing revelations in these areas over the following decades became a continuous study, and the picture unfolding of the true reality of the depth of degeneracy grew into a dark vision beyond comprehension and description. Living in urban amerikkkan environments, where my art took me into 'new age' and 'spiritual' communities, became a constant nightmare of being treated as a shit-disturber and a disturbed unevolved 'dreaming the dark' negative unwelcome outsider. I shouldn't dwell on such 'dark' things, and attend more crystal prosperity workshops. I retreated into relative isolation, and kept my professional and musical life going by keeping my mouth shut on other subjects, letting others assume I was a newage 'team player'. Inside, I felt intense disgust toward these worlds of half-baked 'spirituality' and guru scams, pervasive spiritual materialism. Mediocrity, posing, and profound ignorance of the real horror of our situation was to be maintained at all cost.

And, here we are. Long time passing, and still billions continue to sleep-walk, entranced in the illusion of 'normalcy', while murderous psychopaths commit unspeakable crimes against everything beautiful and innocent. Ancient Hindu scriptures warned us of this time, but the realities surpass those visions, and even 'old testament' scenarios, at least in scale if not in depravity. No wait, I take that back. We are experiencing equally deep depravity and horrific insanity as our ancestors/selves did in the burning times, but mostly on a vibrational level only because it's happening to other peoples and to the natural world as a whole, including all other species. We here in the 'privileged west' just don't witness it first hand much. But it's common knowledge to all those tuned into the inter-webs that the human race, and Gaia herself, is on the brink of oblivion. It shouldn't surprise us here in the center of the insane world empire, as the 'puritan founders' viewed Wilderness itself as 'satanic'. Only the terms have been updated, as we can clearly see from this (shocking?) new excellent report on the USDA's "Wildlife Services". Obviously, and unfortunately for humans, the Savonarola-types and all their 'specialist' cohorts have also somehow gained incarnation in this time. Maybe that's the point. Malleus Maleficarum has been re-released in a new updated edition. McGowan's Programmed to Kill is the new Cliff Notes version (and should be a required school textbook). There's also a new addendum/epilogue HERE if you wanna get up to speed on the sordid, gory details. Most readers here though, I don't think, need more evidence. The veils are thin enough already. Orwell's dark vision was true and prophetic.
"The object of persecution is persecution.  The object of torture is torture.  The object of power is power."
"How does one man assert his power over another, Winston?  Winston thought.  By making him suffer, he said."
"Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself."
"In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement.  Everything else we shall destroy, everything."
There you have the Archontic-Weitko-bloodline program in a nutshell.
Actually it is just one part of the program. The up-close and personal part. The other part is the Geo-Terrorism 'disaster' area. Things like Christchurch, Haiti, BP-Gulf, Katrina, Fukushima, and who knows how many others. Some say Fuku is equal to 10,000 Chernobyls, and that the gene-pools of all animal, plant, and micro-oganism species will be degraded within 2 or 3 generations.
That is what is seen when looking in a certain temporal and historical direction. Here, our options are shifting dimensional realms and planetary relocation.

We all know there are other directions, both without and within, often simultaneous. Luckily we have had these options and time for inner and outer journeys, had we chosen to avail ourselves. One day, in the mid-70s, I contemplated an early exit from this plane. Figuring on 'forcing' a divine response, I positioned myself on the edge of a figurative abyss while 'altered' and aided by deep immersion in Shri Yantra meditation.
The shocking response was an extended invoking and darshan of the Goddess Kali. But this was not a mere frozen tableau appearance. It was a complete sense-surround dynamic exposition of all of the scriptural heritage of ages of seers' visions of the deity. She literally carried me with Her through eons of Her evolution and works at hyperspeed. It was something that took years to digest and assimilate. Much later I heard the scriptural descriptions, and they matched perfectly, and brought me weeping to the floor (still does). My understanding of this event and type of phenomenon is that of something accessible to humans (and maybe other sentients) in a particular form in a particular environment if there is openness to it. She is simultaneously rooted in the land and in the consciousnesses of the inhabitants, living and passed. Kali is, of course, a widely revered and worshipped goddess in many parts of India, also including various other forms and appearances, and extending back in time beyond all historical recording. And, importantly, far from being a disembodied 'voice in my head', 'my' own consciousness 'existed' as the sole divine primal masculine consort (Shiva), experiencing an 'existence' alternately given and taken away by Her (our?) dance of creation and destruction. All else 'outside' of Shiv-Shakti was/is maya. Maya, though, is not 'illusion'. All that exists is an integral part of this divine coupling. Sentience is both the conscious awareness of, and manifestation of, Shiv-Shakti. There is nowhere in the organic living world without sentience. We are everywhere surrounded by, and imbedded within a matrix of sentience. I believe Kali is one form of Gaia's sentience which can manifest for our edification. Maybe sometimes as Kwan Yin or White Buffalo Woman or Washer At The Ford, or one of many animal familiars?

So, how do we relate/interact with what surrounds us - sentience? If this is a 'school' planet, no one graduates without mastering this basic lesson. There's no 'auditing' of the course, or ass-kissing the teacher for a passing grade. Once one's completed the 'homework', there's still the 'field-work' project to be successfully undertaken, which requires a creative demonstration of one's mastery. That is the great challenge, no easy task, but what I have come to understand is required after a life of many attempts at shortcuts. Can we demonstrate the sovereignty that is our true Shiv-Shakti essence in the face of the pressure of the supreme lie of 'separateness'? We seem to be in the season of our final exams, and I may be using metaphors that make no sense, but it is as close as I can get to what I have been given to understand. There's a huge amount of sentience aligned with us in this endeavor, including our mother planet Herself. I think we will all collectively determine what goes down, and when, in this continuous creation in fluid temporality. I am both scared shitless and exquisitely chillaxed about it all. I am not a 'decider', prophet, or 'in charge', but agree every moment to move forward toward that which arises before me, with integrity and dignity, since that seems to be the example set by the rest of the natural, sentient world. The above is merely one individual's perspective, neither 'enlightened' nor comprehensive. Nothing more, nothing less.

Fox friend - The Wildlife Center

Daily lessons never stop coming. I have taken on a couple dogs after some years without, and since I'm a 'fire dog' it's mostly a great pleasure, as well as 'schooling'. Recently happened upon a video called "Dogs Decoded" (free online), showing some recent advances in scientific research. Seems while archeological evidence points to 30,000 years of domestication, the mitochondrial DNA says 100,000 or more. DNA research also shows ALL dogs have evolved solely from wolves. Russian research with foxes has demonstrated that selection for non-agressiveness and human interaction actually changes the shape and appearance of the animals on its own over a number of generations. Dogs have uniquely evolved with the ability to respond to the human 'pointing' gesture, as well as paying extremely close attention to human eye movements for the same purpose. (Though I think my cat has picked up this skill too, heh.) There is a hormone called Oxytocin, excreted by the hypothalamus and called the 'love hormone' or 'trust hormone', produced in the brain during childbirth and breast-feeding. Turns out that when petting a dog, both the human AND the dog produce this hormone. What does that tell you? This co-evolution is a beautiful mystery. Kukkuripa would understand.
Makes you wonder how, after thousands of years of mutual service, humans can be so fucked up and blind as to abuse such sentient friends. It's like the multi-generational symbiosis between the dolphins and the fishermen of Laguna, Brazil (check it out). Don't even get me started on pigs ("smarter than dogs") and a whole bunch of other 'food animals' (question: is someone who 'grows' 10 million chickens a "farmer"??!). How Asians could even consider eating dogs is so beyond the pale I can't even begin...And the horrid treatment and attitude in Muslim countries too is unbelievable. There ARE a whole shitload of 'useless eaters' and I can't even get up a shred of compassion for them. I mean, last week 1000 people in UK surrounded a research beagle breeding facility and started passing dogs over the fence to friends who stuffed them in their jackets and sped off.
On a closing note, there are bills pending in 25 states (US) that seek to publicly ID animal abusers just like sex offenders, and establish online registries. It's about time.

OK....video time! I love kora, maybe next life....

Animals' Status in the East?

Angry Ganesh - PhaniAstronomy/Flikr

A good friend recently sent me a link to this 'unimaginable horror' story [helicopter-borne poachers wipe out herd of 22 elephants with automatic weapons] and asked me the following question:
" Why is it that those in the East, with presumably more 'authentic' and 'deeper' spiritual practice, do not understand the place of animals?"
(-the reason being that the 'products' destination and funding is in Asia.)


Since I've pondered this very same for many years in the abstract, I will attempt to put my thoughts into form in the following way:
Dear Friend, 
I just listened to John Lash on 'Handling the Psychopaths'. There's a lot in there, very nuanced, and insightful, and totally relevant to the question. (I also see now that there is a Part 2 of the above-linked conversation - very important.)
Anyway,...I guess the short answer is that this is the Kali Yuga.
I'm not a 'scholar' of social psychology, but I've observed first-hand some Eastern cultures and their attitudes toward animal life and various forms of 'other'.
So, why was it always we 'foreigners', with some notable local exceptions, who were rescuing injured street dogs in India, (I do know about New Delhi's 'dog lady')? The 'East', and India in particular, has been rushing headlong into the Western materialistic mindset for at least the last 50 years. They also, with the help of British and European colonialism, morphed into a twisted, enhanced version of their own hierarchical caste systems, royalty, feudalism and such, which becomes a gradation of which types of beings are 'more/less important'. The rush to materialism also creates social pressures that don't allow anyone any time to consider the crimes against nature and the environment while pursuing the requirements of the rat race.

I have extensively used and have great respect for Chinese medicine, but I understand that since Maosist times, all traditions have been corrupted. There are many 'doctors' in the east who are bribed by the animal product mafias to recommend to the public taking of endangered species' products for sexual and other ailments. There is a huge market for dog meat in Asia for specifically sexual/energy 'ailments'. Dolphin, tiger, and rhino penises also. Bear bile harvesting is also a horrible atrocity. These are all bullshit scams. But also in all these places there are fiercely committed activists within the populations working to defeat these psychopaths, and they know full well that it is an all-out war, and 'all options are on the table'. In Kenya the rangers are also blowing away poachers every week. Now this helicopter assault has really upped the ante, and clearly shows the power and resources of the mafias, most likely aided and abetted by the Chinese mafias who have moved into Africa for plundering any and all resources. We should remember that there are a lot of billionaires - psychopathic inter- and intra-species predators - now in both China and India, and they have entered the fray of extinguishing all life on earth, because they get off on the idea.
Most of the Asian general populations, however, are not aware of what's happening, neither abroad nor at home. And, importantly, most of this shit goes to the upper classes. Most Japanese don't know about the dolphin slaughters, but then they are also ignorant to the fact that dolphins and whales aren't fish. They spend all their time slaving away or playing with their gadgets and being 'entertained', and theirs is a culture of 'go along to get along'/ 'don't make waves'/ 'keep quiet'.
 

ALL the religions are shit, as far as spreading any true wisdom regarding the natural world or common respect in any way to their followers in these times. Witness the fucking supposed life-revering buddhists [Hinayana] in Sri Lanka raping and slaughtering the Tamil Hindus. We live in times of near total universal madness. All countries, east and west, have genocided their own aboriginal cultures, the wisdom traditions, the shamans and medicine people. In the process they have erased the memory of the populations of their true interconnectedness with the animal nations, the understanding of which existed probably for millions of years. This has been a major agenda goal for centuries by the elite ones infected with the wetiko plague. Lash says that the psychopathic element is built-in in the human consciousness (a Gaia-correction issue?), but that the Archons exploited the tendency, enhanced it in their 'royalty' project, and 'worked' it so that the plague would spread out in the populace over centuries to the point where the vast majority of sickos would be 'normal'. Lash doesn't ascribe the problem as coming from an off-planet super-entity such as 'Satan' and his ongoing manipulations, it being a simplistic construct invented for the dumbed-down. I feel the same way, though everybody likes to use the term, even in the supposed 'awakened' spiritual 'communities', but to me its just giving a name to the 'bogey-man'. He also described the psychopaths as LIFE-PHOBIC. For some reason (a DNA glitch that got passed on?) they are scared shitless of all things natural and wild in this planetary dimension, as well as spontaneity, creativity, imagination, and change.
 
Hell, in India today even the cows are suffering, due to car 'accidents', the mafia cow-slaughter industry, and all the toxic plastic and other crap they end up eating, as well as general neglect. How do you explain that? There, there is a Hindu element that lobbies and does activism against cow abuse, and has succeeded in banning vivisection in India and stopped monkey-export, but they believe in a hierarchy of animal life and also don't give a shit about wildlife for the most part. If you see the overwhelming fear of most of the population towards anything 'jungle-y', the forest, the wild untamed nature, you would see the source of the problem. Everything 'jungle-y' is 'of the bad past', and they imagine they are entering into the 'modern' age where all that closeness-to-the-land stuff is irrelevant now. They've been indoctrinated into self-shaming about their 'primitive' past. I imagine it is not that different in China and SE Asia.
India is a mafiocracy, meaning EVERY aspect of society and commerce is structured according to mafia social engineering designs. It could also be called a 'pathocracy' (death-culture run by psychos). I would assume other Asian societies are all now pathocracies too, it being Kali Yug. Its weirder than shit that the Hindu gods/goddesses all have animal familiars, and the Toaist tradition lives on with its 12-cycle animal zodiac, yet these things have become nothing but meaningless ornaments, like cross-necklaces signifying one's cult-identification.   

The elites all over the world think nothing of enslaving and torturing women and children, and sentient animals even less, so entire populations are ponerized via collective traumatization by the in-your-face pervasiveness of these industries' influence on society as well as the abuse-porn evidence ubiquitously exposed for all to see with one click. So the elites carry on with their thoughtless destruction of the entire natural world because 'they can' and they've gotten away with it, and the ponerized lower classes imitate the same behavior, preying upon all things 'lower' (at minimum, at least they can feel superior to something, and its also becoming the only kind of 'job' available). As Lash said, all animals have their own specific 'prey', but only humans prey on ALL other species and life-forms. Omnipredators? Additionally, many of the elites seem, either consciously or unconsciously, to be into 'transhumanism' - trying to live forever and/or become less human and more cyborg, or just 'more than human'. Death itself, of course, is one of the major phobias of the afflicted.

Warrioress - exoticindia.co

 There are so many levels to this problem, its almost impossible, or would take days or a book-length essay, to cover all of the dimensions. It really must be just fucking exquisite to 'know' that's its all just going to work out according to some newage scenario of almighty god's cavalry just now coming over the hill as we speak, and/or 'he' ('our f-father-god') has long ago worked out the plan, in 'his' infinite wisdom, for us to serve time in a psycho hell-hole and then ascend to the happy synthesizer-hearts-of-space-music 27th dimension of peace, smiley sunshine, and skies filled with prosperity ships, where we shit marshmallows and wipe our asses with cotton candy instead of forests. There's a chance that good things are coming soon, a chance, but I just don't know for certain about such matters, though one must surely remain open to the positive possibilities. Words are words are words, coming from any authoritative voice, maybe even including the Devic realm, and I haven't been convinced by any authority regarding where this 3D is going to end up, with or without us. Hell, I don't even know if I'll be around for 12/21/2012. For sure the daily collective 'energy shifts' are massive, as you may have noticed, heh. That death isn't 'the end', is something of which I am convinced, though. 
So, "rise up rise up, take your stand again" and again and again...as Bob continues to sing.

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I feel like ending this with some Gaian Eco-Sorcery vibration, maybe some warrioress energy, like what Sistah O'Connor displays here in this awesomely lovely traditional song....

In the liner notes to her album Sean Nos Nua, she writes of the song:
"This song, for me, celebrates the return of any woman to her power, having lost it to invading forces. It is an honoring of the female warrior spirit and of the right of women to be true to themselves despite what the world dictates they 'should' be. A song celebrating the preciousness of female ferocity, strength, and fire...This is represented by the coming of summer in the song...In actuality it is a war song in honor of Grainne Mhaol, a warrior noblewoman of Ireland who lived at the time of Elizabeth I, and whose ships were a formidable force on the Irish west coast." 
I love too the sublimely powerful and graceful traditional dancing accompanying this live piece (2007?)

 
More? Others recently found:
Another powerful heart-rending original piece from the past, "This is a Rebel Song", questioning the invaders.
And some new ferocity live in Los Angeles 2 months ago, totally rock and roll. Sorry, I guess I'm a 'fan'.  

'All One' for the Irony-Challenged

prabhupadanugas.eu

Lord Narasimha is an "avatar" of Vishnu, according to those of the Vaishnav persuasion, who comes to the aid of those in extreme danger. Maybe I should dedicate this image to Ted Numnuts and his ilk, especially for his lovely manly attitudes toward wildlife. [Typical for an icon of life-hating loser morons, he now promotes "intimate 'spiritual campfire' trips at his private (canned) hunting ranch in Texas". "Majestic  Buffalo 'hunting'" is also an option on his Sunrize Acres "biodiversity ranch" in Michigan. Come on, people, is 'death-cult' spirituality an oxymoron in this day and age, really?] Never heard the so-called "music", but can imagine a collaboration with Madonna might be the perfect anti-tantric demonic sonic mind-fuck sound-track for the apocalypse. Ted and his NRA fans like to kill shit (any life form that's an 'other') (its a 'sexual' thing) and are pissed that the liberals have now surpassed the kill-counts of their conservative heroes. We couldn't have wished for a more perfect embodiment and standard-bearer of the self-important low-life wetikos.

Actually I was already thinking about Narasimha before the NRA vomit-hurl and its fallout. There are many fine images of this avatar, but I like the crowd shot since it resonates with the reality of the numbers involved in the current wetiko overtaking of our home planet. I guess there is 'negative resonance' as well as 'positive', heh. Actually 'resonate' is maybe not the best word to define the phenomenon. I was thinking more in terms of macro- and micro-reflections, global and local mirroring correspondences of the Wetiko phenomenon. I've been dealing with and observing this kind of thing locally for last 23 years. A perfect 'resonance', or whatever. Elitist tribal Wetikos in charge of an Eastern cult that promotes "love everyone,  feed everyone", while expressly despising and destroying community and fomenting hostility toward authenticity, respect, and true compassion, and including, naturally, the misogynistic element. The parallels with ruling elites on the world scale are countless, precise, and breathlessly real; it's been a deeply mind-disturbing decades-long experience living in and attempting to change the nature of the neighborhood. And it has been a deeply sad and depressing journey knowing the incredible unlimited possibilities of 'what could be', eg: land, infrastructure, highly skilled and creative community, etc all present. The cult likes to preach "all one"; there's that irony-challenged thing, yes it is 'all one' identical ugly psychopathic situation (and knowledge of psychopathy is nil).

As a musician I can travel around the eastern cult world and have everyone presume my presence means I am an adherent to their 'brand'. This provides ample opportunities to microscopically examine the inner workings, the personalities of 'leaders', as well as hear voluminous laundry airings of the soiled kind. Not that that was ever my intent, but it just worked out that way. Mostly, I wish to hell that I never had to be the carrier of that particular knowing, but there's no 'delete/erase' button. 
The core problems everywhere are twofold: most practitioners have no initiatory one-on-one parampara experience; and the vast majority that set the vibes/make the rules are people who have book-and-exoteric-knowledge only and use it to psychologically beat down anything that smacks of unique authentic revealed initiatory transmission. There's also the five-minute meeting-with-a-master thing which entitles one to start your own cult/religion too.

I wanted to continue the thread of the 'guru experience', but most of the time the deeply personal nature of that extraordinary level of beauty of communion defies description....and I don't know what benefit is second-hand info. Besides, its more about walking the road for the rest of one's days anyway. Because of the parampara transmissions, the musical collaborations with other initiates (with knowledge of the right intent behind the act) invokes the intended level of magic, lineage-channeling, and timeless self-dissolving into the purity of the Nada. This exact thing has occurred on many occasions within the cult environments, despite (or because of?) the disinterest and cluelessness of the PTBs involved. This has been going on for centuries, in both the east and west. Brahmins, priests, and all the rest of the wand-wavers imagine or pretend they are exercising power over the Devic realms, while lining their pockets and doing their predations. That's why they didn't mind the expulsion of traditional musicians, dancers, and story-tellers from the brick and gold edifices. What remains is this thing called 'sankirtana' (kirtan) - the lowest common denominator of sacred music. Nothing wrong with it, of course, especially if you have no exposure to the real shit. Kirtan is the primary scam of western posers, and requires no study, discipline, or creativity... but it holds out the possibility of money, fame and sex, but mostly hasn't panned out much. But it works really well to advance the agenda of keeping people ignorant in the religious realms. Chanting a rough approximation of the mantra with an approximate level of intonation 1008 times is all you need for moksha. And, of course personal liberation is always the prime motivation.

Anyway, discussing spirituality with people whose cosmology isn't based on a foundation of Tantric or Taoist perception, or plant-medicine original instructions, is a waste of time. Anything else is mind-control and/or crowd-control as well as a business model for the lazy and unimaginative. Absence of a comprehension of interconnectedness with all life immediately exposes the fraudulent nature of all of what's thought of as 'religion' and which now holds sway over most of the 7 billion of our species. 
Personally, I've recently had to make a final clear break from my peripheral involvement in the 'spiritual community' which originally brought me to this area 23 years ago. Everybody loses, but to continue would end up just taking me out sooner than later. I have no hope in the younger people either, who continually arrive year after year but remain unable to see through the smoke and mirrors of party-line platitudes into the true historic squalid cultish psychopathy of those making the decisions and holding the purse-strings behind the scenes. This is what also fuels my doubt about the success of the Occupy movements. Locally nothing has as yet scratched the surface of our county or state mafiocracy, and the 'traditions' remain well entrenched. 

Despite extensive publicity only 15 locals showed up for an excellent free presentation on "The Trouble With Trapping". That's even with several high-profile recent stories of pets and people being injured on close-by public lands. 23,000 bobcat pelts were exported to China and Russia from New Mexico over the last decade. Enormous effects on the ecosystems, but who knows and who cares? With prices ranging from 200-600 bucks, and in tough economic times...
The situation is mirrored on all levels, in perfect clarity. And coming up with a plan sourced from the intellectual mind is not a possibility. 
Nina says it all much better than I could ever hope to:
..."the time nears we must get it together with our bredren in spite of their perspectives.  There is no enemy.  There are only destructive, degrading forces unaware of Universal consequence, forces which must adapt into awareness of the higher principles required for a peaceful transition as we join the Milky Way.  I see this as the only possibility for infinite growth - out there.  The infinite growth so treasured by little man treasuries willingly ensnared under the law of gravity, can only come about by living every moment with right intention, a state actually available to all by simply putting the matter of planetary continuation in the forefront of your every thought and action."  

Wish we could ask Shayne, 51, of Brentwood Sanctuary, Essex, UK what his take is. The oldest horse on the planet, pure beauty sharing our space here on our way to One Destiny.      

Updated - Front Lines Everywhere

Do I dare venture into this blog world yet again, with the same endless themes of late - being rendered speechless while pointlessly displaying images of human-animal beauty contrasted with undeniably unacceptable ugliness? I've nothing to add to the eloquent essays out there on the absurdity of news events regarding wars, politics, brainwashed ignorance, and analysis of the psychological roots of all the 'newsworthy' atrocities. So, for no particular reason, we'll see if this page materializes, with barely a cohesive plan or objective in mind - just some random material that passed by on the screen via emails and such.

Before getting into the dense present and the heart-breaking and heart-stirring stories from the front lines (where are there not 'front lines'?), check out this vid sent by a friend, of a music mehfil filmed by Pakistan TV in 1974: (sorry, couldn't find a translation yet - famous Punjabi folk song with the immortal Reshman) 



Readers might want to just leave it there and move on to the next blog, not because what follows is devoid of human beauty, but because its a mixed bag of the very good, bad, and ugly - like our lives today.

Being as we have this abiding interest in wildlife rehab, I've been following a story out of South Africa from the Koriega Reserve and the ranger/protectors there, dealing with a unique rehab situation. On March 2 there was an attack on the rhinos - three of them - where the animals were tranquilized (silent weapons) and an attempt to remove the horns with chain-saws while still alive. They succeeded with two, and they were discovered the following morning - and immediately the humans went into action. An incredibly valiant effort got underway, with world-wide co-operation and donations for veterinary specialists and labs. They have been under the constant care and monitoring of the best examples of homo sapiens available. Unfortunately one of the animals died after 24 days, but the other is still recovering and seemingly doing fairly well, as photos and a report today (3/31) attest.

A traumatized but healing Thandi on 3/31/12

 Following here are some extraordinary videos. This, to me, is an archetypal example of what we have going on on Planet Wetiko/Planet Empathy, our dualistic Mother. 
The words of the rangers and rehabbers and caretakers are extremely moving, and what they are talking about is the spiritual challenge we all face, not just in terms of wildlife, but of all life, including the true humans still remaining. 

Some of this story has been covered by negotiationisover.net, and originally was prefaced by the following quote by Dr. Steven Best (with which I can relate in terms of Gaian Ecosorcery and Kalika Warriorship): “IT IS TIME TO STEP UP THE BATTLE A QUANTUM LEAP. THIS IS THE TIME OF CRISIS, THE MOMENT OF DECISION, THE CROSSROADS OF DO-OR-DIE! FROM AFRICA TO BORNEO, FROM ROMANIA TO THE US, FROM CANADA TO CHINA. IF IT IS NOT OBVIOUS MURDERERS RULE THIS PLANET, ARE PROTECTED BY THE STATE, AND WILL TAKE EVERY LAST INDIVIDUAL OF EVERY LAST SPECIES UNLESS WE STOP THEM, WHEN WILL IT BE OBVIOUS? STEP IT UP, UP, AND UP 10 LEVELS HIGHER. THE GLOVES ARE OFF. FUCK THEIR RULES, INVENT YOUR OWN, AND FIGHT TO WIN!”

  

 
Follow the story on Kariega Reserve's Facebook page. 

Another video sent by a friend provides yet another timely example of the ubiquitous duality, this one featuring our bedeviled wolf relations, for whom things could hardly get worse. The photo below has become a viral sensation around the web from Earth Island Journal and other sites, and features a dipshit moron wetiko sadist named Josh Bransford of Elk City, ID, Fire Management Officer, Red River Ranger District of Nez Perce National Forest, Idaho. The doctor prescribes suicide. If you want more detail, I suppose you could google him...

The question is how do we save these assholes' souls from their karmic fate - oh, wait, we can't, they don't have one.
UPDATE: Dave Linkhart, spokesman for the National Trappers Association, said there's nothing wrong with a trapper posing with his catch before killing the animal. "People make the problem of attributing human feelings and emotions to these animals." Linkhart claimed trapped animals don't suffer, so taking the time to shoot a photograph does not cross ethical boundaries. "If you look at the trap -- across the pad of the foot like that -- if you were to release the animal it would walk away like nothing happened," Linkhart said.
Note: the AR folks who exposed this story and photos have received death threats and reported them to 'authorities'. Good luck with that. My own reporting of same resulted in NOTHING.

Anyway, here's the video of an energy healing session at Earth Fire Institute, nice:




Why do rhinos and wolves matter? If you have to ask, please go somewhere else, thanks. 
I'm going to be honest here and say that I'm truly bored shitless with the masturbatory religious and philosophical discussions on the nature of human and animal souls, god, jesus, satan, krishna, holy books, yahweh, allah, saviors, avatars, the calvary & the aliens coming over the hill, and all of it related to some 'other' out there about to show up and straighten this mess out. As I've said often enough, none of the above characters exist in past, present, or future, and monotheism is the greatest curse and hoax ever perpetrated on humanity. Judaism/OT is all a lie and so is jesus/NT and the islam that appeared as a third rail for this train-ride to hell. We're living in a totally insane matrix created from an ancient competition between insanely deluded one-god-ers and roman materialist opportunists. To me,ALL religionists are 'fundies' and abetting all the other isms that play into the divide-and-conquer game (hell, I may as well throw in the buddha here too). Read Caesar's Messiah for fuck's sake. Or look at jesusneverexisted.com for a quick run-down on the real situation. You are perfectly allowed to think I don't have a spiritual life, or that I'm intolerant, please, go right ahead. But please tell me why I should take seriously or tolerate insistent pronouncements by anyone who claims to have a 'personal relationship' with any 'historical' personage that was invented by evil wetikos. And try to convince me that 'healings' and 'energies present' in places of worship are proof of the reality of the made-up fables. Can we consider the sacred Mother Earth ley-line energies entombed beneath the stone walls? Isn't it about time we recognize the vastness within all of our animal beingnesses, our true Self interpenetrated with the entire universe, our 'junk' DNA, all our relations, and so on? I'm too old to pander to liars, for friendship, fame, popularity, or fortune, or because their 'heart's in the right place'. This ignorance and self-delusion has brought all we love to the brink of extinction. And its the essence of our Neptunian-Chironic crisis of toxic belief systems which we're in the middle of and seeing atrocious daily examples. 
Bob Dylan said, "if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine".
And Bob Marley said, "it seems like, total destruction, the only solution". 


That's what I mean by having nothing to add on any level, so ignore it and carry on.
Was it Jimi that said, "manic depression's captured my soul"?


Here's Neptune-Chiron at its best, the melt-down of a toreador who became an animal-rights advocate: