Thursday, July 22, 2010

Endless Rabbit Holes & Reaching the End of Words

This is a music post. But, before proceeding, I must briefly mention two events that appeared in the last couple days.  One is that 500 penguins were found dead in Brazil - with empty stomachs. Overfishing is believed to be the cause of their starvation. Jeez, ok, so much for the concept of 'sharing', eh?. Psychopaths can't conceive of it, and humanity has learned to dismiss it.
The other story, a big one, is The Mustang Conspiracy & BP (!). Great 22-min. video explains the curious rabbit hole one finds when looking into the "round-ups" of the West's wild mustangs. Yep, ever hear of 'pipelinestan'? [Disclaimer: I am not endorsing the website.] Astonishing and disturbing. (Coincidentally, Thom Hartmann spent a half-hour on this story today.)

...back to reality
When I reach the point of being "sick and tired of being sick and tired" of the continuous ooze of mega-disastrous madness spewing forth from the so-called civilized first world, I make a choice to instead turn my attention to accessing the creative side. Sometimes what works to clear the mind and jump-start the remembrance is listening to recordings of teachers and friends. And this post is mainly one of throwing down some key stuff that has been a great inspiration and focus for me personally in my learning process. Hey, sometimes a clean break, a time out, is necessary, whether on a daily basis or longer.

One aspect of those times for me, besides the natural world irie meditations, are for remembering the greatness of human culture and the works and lives of the great masters, especially those whom I have seen, heard, learned from; and also the preciousness of the lineages themselves which flow through the artists - ones who have walked the whole path and accessed the Source of Creativity and carry the craft, aesthetics, responsibility, and ethics of those who came before. In that state of remembrance I am immediately thrown once again in touch with the current and can joyfully dive in and, well, watch what happens.  As initiated non-affiliated 'ethnomusicologists', we're well aware that this planet at one time maintained a deep universal knowledge of, well, what music is really for. The dual streams of 'folk' and what is badly termed "classical" traditions of dance and music have constantly mutually influenced each other to bring us to the present day where various remnants of the great sacred arts-sciences remain for us to experience, not as profane entertainment but as transmissions that inform us of our birthright and what it means to be human. I have referred to the 'great ones' before, but I have to realize there comes a time for the "end of words".

Here are some examples of what works for me. They are some of what is available on the web, and can lead to other discoveries. What I call 'mastery' (in any art form) is basically what leaves me speechless, chokes me up, brings tears to my eyes, raises the hair on my neck, and leaves me fully energized and in awe. That's my 'yardstick'. In future I may occasionally post fave performances, but for now I'm throwing down a bunch of stuff, because this blog is supposed to be about preserving by sharing and learning. Some are native artists and some are non-native whom I have known and/or have inspired me by carrying on. Creativity itself is being warred upon. It is what the enemies of life and humanity hate and lack, something obvious and unnecessary to point out at this late hour. Again, these are 'personal' inspirations but hopefully you may find them touching your heart and soul, as we start a little journey around the planet in (mostly, but not all) South Asia - ok, eclectic for sure, and maybe not everyone's cup of chai, but, if you have the bandwidth, here we go. 

INDIA: Ganesh Mangalacharan, Odissi Dance by Smt. Sujata Mohapatra
Invocation to Mother Earth and Lord Ganesh, choreography by Guru Kelucharan Mohapatra 

PAKISTAN: Sufi Ghazal "Bulleh Shah" by Begum Abida Parveen
 Includes lyrics translation, the best!

AFGHANISTAN: Raga Bayag played on Robab by Ustad Mohamed Omar
Former master musician at the Royal Court in Kabul

I'm throwing this [bonus clip!] in the mix, though it's outside of my field, since it was brought to my attention by an associate for obvious reasons. Universality in world dance.
HAWAII: "Mele Aloha No Kaulana-i-ka-poki'i E Keaomelemele" danced, sung by Natasha Oda

INDIA: Raga Jog, Rudra Vina and vocal by Dagar Brothers
Authentic Nada Yoga lineage family of 20+ generations, 2 lovely gentlemen

INDIA: Raga Bhairavi by Surashri Kesarbai Kerkar
This piece was chosen as part of the 'Golden Record' of Carl Sagan for the Voyager probe in the 70s. Very old-school khayal gharana

SPAIN: Solea by Diego del Gastor
The teacher of a good American friend and flamenco pioneer of the 60s. Astonishing.

SCOTLAND: "Now Westlin Winds" by Dick Gaughan
 A great brother singing his favorite song, which "says everything"....

IRELAND: Ancient pipe Air "Port Na Bpucai" by Tony McMahon 
More Celtic-India connection by legendary accordion master who also traveled and learned in India be continued

Friday, July 16, 2010

Save the Last Dance for Kali

New Video posted today: KALI STUTI; also a permanent link on the Music Page ->

 I guess this is the part of the 'chaos stress program' that is supposed to give you and me some sort of 'release/relief', before the next MIHOP event in the bottomless magic bag-o-tricks. Major whatever. Right, the 'temp cap'. Well, I sure felt my breath expand and heart slow and my brow smooth out, didn't you?! No? Hmmm.              

 Actually, I can't complain. A lot of sun and early monsoon (?) rains are making the spiral garden start to look bountiful and colorful. That's the advantage of being a ways away from the 'war on the environment' theatres of engagement. No doubt there will be sufficient food around for some months. We are honored by the plant devas' continued co-operation and hard work. That's more than we can say about most of the hubris-filled self-appointed imposter-stewards of 'civilization'. On and on and on appointments are made for every single position of 'power' over the most basic food-and-water realms from Monsanto (and DuPont), one particular vortex of global demonic matrix. It's part of the acceleration to full-blown desperation on the part of the death cult. (Oh, I forgot, they're 'pro-life'. I just can't get used to this new language.) In truth, though, I can only project in my imagination that we here will not be soon disastrously affected on the food-and-water level since we're only 2 states away from the new ground zero in the War on Terra. And events are moving at light speed. Every being feels it.
Is there anything happenin' on the collective temporal material plane that isn't completely gone to shit? Now it's like we're supposed to keep ahold of the image of Spock and his family watching their home planet Vulcan explode from the bridge of Enterprise, or something...? Like, everything is so scrambled and upside-down that it's better we just grab what we can carry and find some alternative planet. Only, it wouldn't be us on the ship. (That's ok, I stopped being interested in astronautics somewhere in my teenage years.) But really what's going on is a program designed to have us all resort to suicide under the assumption that we've been brainwashed enough to simply 'give up' and look forward to the 'better place' of some bullshit religious fantasy, that we would be convinced that this is merely a 'hell planet', a temporary stop-over in our soul's evolution, and so forth. I'm not expecting any such Enterprise-type rescue mission. This could be the end of the long nightmare of we who have been here many many times on Mother Earth and always stepped forward to nurture life and creative human culture in countless situations. 'Others' have been coming repeatedly who have nothing but parasitical interests and arrogant delusional self-worship, and they have zero creativity and, in fact, hate it. We have been graced with extended intimate contact with giants in the fields of arts, healing, selfless service, alchemical sciences, earth wisdom, exploration of inner and outer realities, ethics, sacred story, cosmology, and all the rest of the dharmic disciplines. We have watched so many of the great ones and their works be destroyed and forgotten, their lineages reduced to keeping merely the bare-bones essentials alive. We have despaired watching these selfless generous giants struggle to survive in a world oblivious to their treasures, even as they asked for nothing, and long abandoned complaining. They celebrated the joys of the moment because they had mastered their Selves. Those were/are the times of our schooling. The rest of the time we've spent navigating through the ocean of clueless, petty, birth-squandering humanity. Extraordinarily focused energetic co-operation with all the various forms of Unveiling is what is being asked of us now. All the treasures of our sacred human heritage and birthright is at stake. Perhaps some pockets of desperate mutated species would remain if we fail, but it will have all meant nothing. This is the essence of the current 'shit-media's' future scenario program, also desperately in high gear now. But we don't have to hold back any more. As our friend Les says, "all systems are go". The precious-human-birth squanderers will have to exit the scene now, along with their life-hating, ignorance-creating Archontic heroes and celebrities who need to cease immediately their demonic black-arts practices. Billions of Yes-Men and Love-Police actions would be good things to consider. And at the same time, keep relishing more timeless moments in our creative specialties.Yes, I know, it keeps coming back to magic. What can I say?

The harsh naked uncensored truth of the situation regarding what both the clueless and the awake are actually facing from the omnicidal threat is nicely laid out in this "Open Letter". "The world awaits you."
Even still more clarification: Beyond Violence and Nonviolence: Resistance As a Culture, by Ramzy Baroud.

Joe Bageant has recently ripped 'capitalism' to shreds, hilariously of course, at Deer Hunting With Jesus blog. Worth the read. Oh well. The best laid plans...ha ha. All the systems and ideologies (isms) bought into for the last ten thousand years amount to shit. What will our kids be lookin' at? The Hopis say that after the previous purification they screwed up, knowingly and  tragically relenting to the entreaties of the psychopathic/Archontic element to be allowed up into this 'world'. Guess they promised to 'behave'...ha! It is now absolutely necessary to ensure incorporation of all the wise ancestors' and clans' knowledge of human organization featuring humility, gratitude, respect, diversity, and freedom into the sane decentralized vision of the New Earth which we visualize coming into being, and are creating this very moment. The present concept of 'control' needs to go straight into the dustbin. We have much to draw on, such as the original 'american' socio-political structures of peoples such as the Haudenosaunee. Speaking of the Iroquois, their lacrosse team was refused entry into UK because they traveled on tribal passports. Screw un-great britain. And all the rest of the sick-ass empires like usa, canada, israhell, all the empires' made-up countries, none of which have any 'right-to-exist'. We always used to talk about being 'world citizens'. It will have to be made real. All 'boundaries' should come from a place of respect and stewardship only. It just makes things a lot more fun and interesting, yes? How's that for 'immigration reform' [grin]?

So there's really no going forward to anything unless it is a complete and total dissolution and reversal of all that's 'upside-down' (as in Tosh's "get out me land, everything you do - upside-down"). Every attachment to what is 'fast' and inorganic must, and will, go. On all levels and in every aspect of human endeavor. It IS all going down, regardless what reformer/fixer-mind clings to. Watched the BBC mini-series Edge of Darkness (not Mel's) from the 80s, and the 2 protagonists concluded that Mother Earth ("Gaia") would simply set it right and throw down a hard lesson if necessary. She simply was not going to stand for it (once again?) after what She's felt for the last 200 years of vile blasphemous assault. Those writers had a clue.

Actually, anyone who was not a brain-dead chickenshit knew what was up, in the 60s. The assignment was to get to know and love and respect true human culture, the natural world, the other 'nations' of humans and non-humans, in addition to our-Self. That's why the intuitively courageous ones did all those things which 'just aren't done', like heading out for destinations totally unknown on the chance one might come across another paradigm that had some sanity and which, we were told, didn't exist. But those things were found, and we ceased to be what we had been. Places where language and all forms of expression continuously contributed to clarity and knowledge and beauty and acceptance of change. Then the push was on to make it all look like 'fashion', and 'let's hurry up and put the sea-change behind us, mock, distort, disillusion, and demonize'. And then raise the next generation on horror films and war video games, 'catapult' the [chaos] propaganda.

I bring this to your attention: 'The Dirty F@#*ing Hippies Were Right!' from last Sunday.
"If the hippies and their message had prevailed we wouldn't be pouring trillions of dollars into stupid and immoral wars of choice. We'd have (arguably) switched to alternative forms of energy, adjusted our lifestyles, reined in the greedheads, and made life bearable and reasonable for the vast majority of people. We'd have true universal healthcare. We'd live simpler, cleaner and healthier lives. Americans would not be consuming 25% of the world's resources. Our food would not be poisoned, the oceans would be thriving and the air would be clean and unburdened by excessive co2 and other greenhouse gasses...
"If we'd listened to the hippies and their allies, the Gulf of Mexico would not be facing utter ruination, we would not have been attacked on 9/11, George Bush would never have been president and Iraq and Afghanistan would be conducting their own affairs as they see fit. Millions of lives would not have been sacrificed at the alter of war for corporate profits, our government would not be spying on us and plastic, superficial and misleading infotainment and disinformation would not be clogging our air waves and polluting our brains. Corporations would be small and manageable and would not be allowed to defile and befoul our environment, drive US policy or own our government. Corrupt politicians would be properly sanctioned and excluded from public service and corporate lobbyists would not exist. We'd have a safety net providing real security for all, the Military Industrial Complex would have been dismantled, journalism would be alive and WalMart would be a small store in Arkansas. Gays would be not only accepted but loved, racial harmony would prevail, equality would reign, pot would be legal, no one would have been tortured and we wouldn't be getting raped by the robber barons at the top."

Ok, just more 'coulda, woulda, shoulda'. 
Nobody really liked the label, but it now looks like it served some purpose nevertheless. A whole lot of posers, infiltrators and paths tried to jump on what they thought was a band wagon but turned out to be a moral and spiritual death-metal ride into self-oblivion. It was just another way to perpetuate the false-self instead of killing it. Some rose to the occasion, as they have always done, impeccably sounding the wake-up bells. But sleep and an absence of true dreamtime knowledge persisted and grew in hellish proportion. 
Some are now referring to the 'drivers' (of the runaway train) as Archons. It'll work as a 'name'/identifier as good as any. There seems to be much truth to the aspect of 'psychic feeding', and if things had gone better recently, millions wouldn't have been added to the consumption of, what, 200 million humans dead in last century, not to mention the non-human deaths in the hundreds of billions (yearly) - mostly in 'industrial' ways vile beyond normal human imagination - with not a shred of respect, gratitude, or compassion. This Earth was never meant to be a death-cult compound and playground, and it will return to an honored sacred vessel, treated as precious and with infinite gratitude. The alternative is: pretty much no human consciousness left to bear witness, all connection severed. The interesting conclusion by the Archon scholars is that they and their ponerized minions first hate love, but equally they hate courage! Makes sense, doesn't it? And then there's our immortality....oh, god, that really pisses 'em off. LOL

The existential dread and terror brought up by these thoughts and conditions has been, in the East, invariably revealed [revelation] to the sages in the form of the 'Terrible Dark Goddess' ('Black Madonnas', hello). Generally, a fervent loud desperate collective cry from all the oppressed beings is what gets Her own Tandava 'dance' going (vulcanism, quakes, earth-changes, hey what?). She makes many appearances to the holy ones in Her frightening form to encourage the increased frequency of the 'wake up calls'. She nevertheless always reveals (intimately/personally) to Her devotees that She is none other than the Ancient Great Mother, creatrix, unconditionally loving and compassionate to all Her children, just as She also will not hesitate to devour Her disobedient deviant offspring. I also shouldn't neglect to mention that there is a strong sexual/erotic element to all Her revelations. It's a tantric thing, ya know. Maa Kali is a vast subject, and in actuality a deep journey undertaken alone individually, but available in any epoch by any truly serious aspirant (with some grace credits). The absolutely best real literary source is by our friend, Amarananda Bhairavan, entitled Kali's Odiyya. Bhairavan is from Kerala, raised and intitiated from childhood in both the Vedic tradition and the ancient pre-Vedic matriarchal Kali-venerating tribal lineage. His autobiographical first publication is the quintessential must-read on the subject. And it just may be one of the most important cultural gifts to humanity in general. Whatever it is, it will expose one to a unimagined universe in the realm of what's known as shamanism.

Jai Kali Ma! Let the dancing commence.

<-- kymatic sand devi Shri Yantra from
      correct pronunciation of AUM

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Perfect Crime

I don't by any means fancy myself as a writer. During my last sojourn in India, with a bit of time for reflection, I began to describe some inner and outer impressions for a few friends, especially my child and grandchild so that they would know someday the whys and wherefores of how I came to be 'this way'. I described the surroundings, the characters, the historical contexts, the descent of culture into western homogenized insanity that I've seen over 40 years of study there.

Now, at this late hour, back on the other side of the world, the impressions are a tidal wave of images and communications from seemingly endless lifetimes. I hardly know what's meaningful and worth recording any more, nor for whom. I mostly just bore or piss off most readers, acquaintances and strangers alike. And anything said would not come close to the full content of my 'thought-dreams', which probably keeps my head out of the guillotine anyway.
[^Quanyin in Nelson Museum, Kansas City]
When it looks like the human-imposters/psychopaths have actually and irreversibly won their game (which most humans didn't even know was a 'game'), and they managed it without even dispensing a 'plague', exploding a nuke (let alone 1000), resorting to a 'sampson option', activating their universal death-squad-round-up lists, projecting a hologram show, or fronting an 'anti-christ' world-dictator - well, how can you find words to express the horror and wonder of this now-full-on process of mass extinction and ecocide? Who knows if the details and m.o. were planned or random or copying the scripts of scriptures and prophesies, or perhaps a sick twisted evolutionary tape-loop conjured by demonic forces or maybe the wisdom of Mother Earth Herself, recognizing our massive cowardice in the face of the propensity of psychopath breeding patterns? Does it matter which? Whatever it is, the key 'players' have cashed in, collected their toys, packed up and are heading toward Cheyenne Mountain, Svalbard, or wherever the hell else they imagine they will find their shelter from the storm. The ones building new castles in Spain obviously are not the 'key players'.

It's game over. It's been long running, and the players never doubted that their perseverance over many lifetimes would get them to this moment. All that was necessary was to create ever more 'paths' and infiltrate them into all areas of social organization, to disempower the natural guardians, promote artificial rewards-punishments' attractiveness', feign seriousness (wink wink), and divide living things into infinite separateness. The main arenas, the most effective for producing results, have been religious and financial. Religions would cover the suppression of self-knowledge and conscious evolution, while financial manipulation and pursuit of wealth/escape-from-poverty would take care of the material-plane suppression of disclosure of the 'game'. The perfect crime.

Funny how, just as the monopoly-board is near about cleared, there has been a letting-go of the disclosure worries. They must figure our powerlessness is complete. There are too many of 'them' for us to deal with, and besides, they beat everyone to the finish line. Winners, yeah. America, fuck yeah. Give us that one last 'nyah nyah, losers!', 'how dya like dem apples?'. And they think they have their loyal private contractor minions to keep 'em all safe and cozy.  Unfortunately, for them, their minions are cowardly fake warriors with body-armor, toxic weapons in their pockets, chicken-shit drones, and intense fear and poisonous chemicals pervading their bodies. Is their med supply guaranteed and dependable? The whole belief system sounds sketchy to me.
And besides, they know only a bit about the continued existence of warrior lineages of the genuine kind and other spiritual warriors who can, on an individual basis, effect 'contra-violence' against any of the cowards who specialize in slaughtering women, children, elders, and vastly outnumbered outgunned 'insurgents'. But, never mind, what could go wrong?

The minions got the same bullshit belief system of 'big religion' that the expendables got. And that whole thing, especially the western 'judeo-christian' brand has just about bitten the dust. It has gotten everyone so 'separated' from the rest of Life that most can't really even feed themselves, especially while in crisis/mental chaos mode. They surely are incapable of forming 'community'. The minions have done their wading through gore for many thousands of years, exterminating the heretics, primitives, pagans, shamans, sub-humans, goddess devotees and the like - the accepted labels for the 'other' -  but they keep reappearing in new incarnations. How annoying. In any case, this illusory 'reality' propped up by 'religion' is collapsing, and chaos and mass slow death will follow and last until its necessary conclusion, when and whatever that may be. That's the picture on the screen today anyway. So, we all each get to really check ourselves out. Yeah, that damn thing once again. Like, what did we come here for?
As someone wrote last year,
"The next coming weeks may be our last alive.
So, people, what did you make of planet earth? Any regrets?
Would you have done things differently?
Oh well, never mind, now back to work, you don't want to piss the boss off."

That'll probably do for most, but many will also ask if this is finally the moment to co-create the New Earth out of chaos, and not the NWO thing obviously. What the insane masses shun and call 'magic' is probably our only strategy left, if there is a 'strategy'. BIG, unprecedented magic, with a level of synchronization required, but that, paradoxically, is out of 'our' control. Have we been here before? Can we remember? This is where 'religion' screwed us. No matter what heritage we embody, all our ancestors had their original connectedness 'broken' by violence and distraction, and we're either in a vile time-loop ["Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, hatch out!"-I, Claudius] or we're at a uniquely momentous threshold. Seems like this is what the Mayans and so many others have been expressing for a while now. Pissed-off feelings around the world are growing exponentially, daily - over the religious, financial, and ecocidal perpetrations of the paths - but they surely have anticipated and 'prepared' for this eventuality. At least in their minds. Being pissed off doesn't necessarily lead to further illumination either.

"...and the kingdom became dead and desert, for they lost the voices of the wells and the damsels that were therein." -The Elucidation
We are definitely coming up on 'the wasteland' again. Only this time it's not just an isle or a continent, but at the very least a hemisphere and more. What we do know for sure are our arts and skills, and an ability to exist in-the-moment. From all our lifetimes we retain our knowledge of keeping focused on what we are doing and our surroundings. And those are not limited to the visible material surroundings. We have Grace, Muses, and Allies, and some remain with us, even though, as one anthro book is entitled 'When Jesus Came, The Corn Mothers Went Away', and wild creatures instinctively flee from our presence. And we have our compassion, nurturance, empathy, and generosity.
In reference to the pictured goddess Bagalamukhi in a previous post, the one cutting the tongue of the demon, it is said: "The silencing of distraction and defeat of those who express and impose it would then be Bagala's warrior art".

Señor Pablo Picasso is quoted as saying:
“What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far, far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.”
This kind of resistance is being alive, I think, and I'm still not near surrendering to either helplessness or death, because for today it doesn't feel right and I think I'll know and readily accept it when the time comes.
I can offer no more than these few random thoughts at this juncture.
Peace and blessings.