Retelling Revolution Stories

Ganesh Yantra

Post today features some photos of recent colored-rice yantras done by our yantra-posse for the occasion of Navaratri/DurgaPuja - nine nights of the Goddess festival, from last new moon. These are made for fire-offerings in the dhuni (fire-pit) - a different aspect each day.
 

Tripura Bhairavi

Bhuvaneswari

There was this other lifetime, in another revolutionary time, when the planets Pluto and Uranus conjuncted, and were opposed by the asteroid Chiron. Now we stand in the moment of the critical hard-angle progression of that momentous conjunction that swept over the world from '66-'68. My generation 'came of age' in that other lifetime, stepped into so-called 'adulthood', with the smell of revolution in the air everywhere. We all know it wasn't meant to produce 'answers' or the new paradigm, rather to force a questioning of everything, on the personal and collective levels including all of human history, who and what we are as sentient beings, and what the hell are we really supposed to be doing - as opposed to what we had been told in that regard.
I don't have any idea of numbers, but some of us definitely knew what we were in for since early childhood. We all had our personal brands of traumatization in the '50s and tried to mentally survive as we could, trying to not be noticed too much while exploring the landscape and possibilities of creativity and spontaneity. By around '64 we started getting the whiff of high strangeness approaching. Well, we all know how it went down, the thrilling delirium, the horror, the internal and external journeys, the heavy tolls of the quests, battles and retreats. And now we stand in a place where we still "don't know", but feel the resonance from that other time and have no uncertainty about the immanent consequences of how we lived our lifetimes arriving here and now. So, I'm taking a final look back at how my own personal path unfolded, even without any idea of the meaningfulness of the exercise, only, I guess, to honor some of the many beings who graced my existence on this Earth this time around.

In '66 the first classical Indian music records became available in the States, and I heard and got my hands on a few of them. Of major interest to me were the recordings of Dhrupad artists, lineage masters of the oldest living musical art-form surviving in India, the singers, veena players, and drummers. Actually, I listened to ragas on my first acid trip, which was fortunate. But the dhrupad stuff was what triggered off the deepest memories, what urged my consciousness to expand a thousand-fold. I would later come to understand that this was a kind of powerful medicine designed for this purpose, based on the most precise exposition of natural tones and scales and rhythm knowledge derived from the ancient Nada-yogi sages' deep spiritual exploration of the nature of our world and its vibratory matrix.

Then there was the first Be-in/Gathering of the Tribes in L.A. (April, '67), a massive acid test. Music and drumming from all over the world acoustically filled the air, and we wandered from culture to culture in astonishment from sunrise to sunset. What happened to me was that I was unable to get the drum languages to stop playing in my head for about a week. It was half ecstatic and half crazy-making because I didn't have the keys to understand....but I knew it was there somewhere, and it was somehow important.
A short time later the biggest 'star' Indian musician in the western world walked into my place of work (the 'underground' Free Press) wanting to advertise the opening of the first school of Indian music in america. I signed up for drum classes the next day. I obtained a set of tabla from the master, late Ustad Allah Rakha Khansahib, and began to cluelessly muddle through several months. One day there was a demonstration of dhrupad singing by the masters and the mridang/pakhawaj was brought out and played. That was the end, the turning point for me. Afterward I went up and begged the masters to direct me to a teacher in India, telling them I needed to go soon since I had a choice facing me: Vietnam or jail. The next week I was handed a name and address of a person in Varanasi.

Chinnamasta

That person was the mridang-master as well as the head priest of the Sankat Mochan Hanuman Temple, most famous Hanuman place, founded by the author of the Ramcharitmanas (Hindi Ramayana), Goswami Tulsi Das (and containing the original manuscript) - my first guru, Pandit Amarnath Mishra ("Mahantji"). It took me over a year to get to Varanasi, via Canada - hitchhiking the entire Trans-Canada Hwy to Newfoundland, flying to Scotland, then hitchhiking to Mashad, Iran and taking busses and trains the remaining distance. I arrived at the Afghan border on New Years Eve '68-'69. Before this, the only 'foreign' travel I'd done was a few miles south of Tijuana, Mexico. An absolute time-travel experience, gradually leaving the West and entering the increasing strangeness of the East. Again, the perfect way to travel - staying on the earth (mostly). I should mention that my sincere belief at the time was that the planet-raping masters of death were very soon going to destroy the Earth and all life, and that I desperately wanted to see if there existed anything real left anywhere before we all experienced atomization at their hands.
We 'hippies' were, almost without exception, greeted with open arms and exquisite hospitality everywhere along the eastern journey BTW, in contrast to dodging stones and beer cans and curses in the West.
 
I arrived at my destination and immediately recognized a few things: that I somehow felt very comfortable and familiar with Varanasi along the Ganges River, and also that Mahantji was a giant of a true human being on all levels. Of the highest level Brahmin caste, he was also a profound bhakta musician, the supreme traditional wrestling guru of the province, a master of both inner and outer spiritual practices, including ritual puja, and one of the most revered persons in Varanasi. He was also the simplest, most humble, fun-loving, disciplined teachers one could ever wish for. I treasured every minute in his presence, and even his yelling out instructions to me from his balcony two floors up. He, and his Brahmin posse would question me for hours about why we were there, why we left our famously materialistic homelands, what we see and think, what was going on in the West, and many more subjects. I had very few answers, but tried my best to just be openly honest, begin to learn Hindi language slowly, and do the practice of beginning to get the precisely correct sounds demanded. At that time I only saw and met 5 or 6 foreigners who were either studying music or Tibetan language. We were a small clan at that point. Mahantji was retiring from his 20 years of priestly duties and getting back into the music he loved. At first there was only one other student, my guru-bhai Srikant, a young Brahmin boy, and we gradually became friends. There were two takes on us by the Indians: we were either Brahmins or Harijans (untouchables), but no one was quite sure which.

Matangi

It was both idyllic and horrific in those days, doing my drum practice on the balcony of the master's music room over the Ganga while dolphins breached and played below me, even rubbing against us as we took our daily river bath; and in our innocence seeing the awful poverty, disease, inhumane treatment of animals (except for cows), and the terribly misplaced envy of the Indians toward what they imagined we were possessed of. Since all the milk-sweet alchemists, the 'dudh-wallahs'/cow-stewards, were wrestlers, students of my guru, I was deemed one of their guru-bhais (brother), generously gifted and protected by these gentlemen and their families. We were daily fed by the famous "Chai Baba" of Assi Ghat, Kanailal, whose tiny shop under monkey-filled trees became the gathering place for all the studying and traveling foreigners for years following. We all had horrible harassment from the psychopathically corrupt immigration authorities throughout our time there too, and it was a major topic of conversation, as well as the major mind-disturbance of our studies. But, overall, and though at the time I didn't know the extent of it, I was living under extraordinary divine grace, most especially for the dear friends and connections made then that would last my whole life. And our guruji, Mahantji, was the perfect master, though there was much of his saintly qualities that I would only later learn, and much that I would never know. His influence on me was great, and showed me an entirely new standard of human being, a monster musician who took me in off the street and taught me like a son.

Shri Yantra

By late May Varanasi was stiflingly hot, and we had to go somewhere to the mountains for a couple months. I was advised by a very wise american sadhu to go to Kathmandu. It was auspicious advice of the highest order. In Kathmandu I would have the 'dumb luck' of having the 'teacher' appear who would crack the world and thoroughly destroy that person I had been up till that time and begin a 30-year trial and tribulation to integrate the meaning of what was going to take place in his presence.

This is not the end of the story with Mahantji, merely how it all began with the serious music engagement at age 22 for me. This will be continued with Kathmandu leelas and the return to Varanasi.....

Respecting Venomous Creatures and Bloody Goddesses

Ardhanarishwara (exoticindia.com)

There are two subjects which I keep hoping to get to in this space, but I seem to always be short on time these days, and other things of importance keep showing up. Since I started this mainly as a place to record my thoughts, feelings, and inspirations for perhaps someday being of interest to my few descendants, or to future prospective sangeet students (also, as well as just laying it all down for the record, sharing information on the progress of the accelerating implosion of 'civilization'), I intend to make a adequate record of my own personal process of the musical and spiritual journey that got me here. This 'journal' of remembrances will necessarily focus on my experiences with some, or all, of nine to twelve gurus - musical and spiritual (not necessarily separate), and also look at the nature of what is known as guru-shishya-parampara, or at least my experience of it as an aspiring traditional percussionist-in-training/sacred music practitioner. 

I am working up to begin posting this (in 5 or 6 parts) in the very near future (what there may be of it). Another reason for doing this is the major confusion and misunderstanding of the 'guru' concept in the West, something upon which I would hope to perhaps shed a bit of light, based purely on personal experience of self-submission in a dozen instances over my adult lifetime. 

There is another subject too, which I hope to get to, and that is a personal record of intimate relationships with companion and wild animals who have served also as teachers in this life, so far. We'll see how it works out. I'm not the writer that Derrick Jensen is, but there are some stories there...

While I work on these central subjects and issues of my life experience, today I'll have to just post some odd bits of pictorial and verbal images that came up in various meaningful and archetypal ways, mostly in the areas of our animal-nations friends. 

Three photos of this week's rattlesnake rescue and relocation in the high desert area here:

Got a call from a resident saying a rattler had been caught up entangled in "bird netting" - which should never be placed on the ground, helllooo! He/she was kind of distressed, having been immobilized for 24 hours when I reached there.

This is the "product":

 

 
The netting was wrapped 30-40 times around the snake's mid-section, which required holding down and carefully snipping away each thread against the scales...took about 1/2 hour.
Most likely a prairie rattler, the little one only rattled a few times at first, and when freed slowly crept off into the sage and scrub juniper.

Here's hoping s/he'll find the way home, and remember a moment of human kindness should we ever meet again on the trail. All beings deserve to live free and be spared a torturous, unnecessary fate.











Sadly, our neighbor lost one of the 4 beloved donkeys on Thursday. Crystal, RIP. Her donkey friends, as well as the 4 llamas, and 4 alpacas have all been sleeping on, and during the days, keeping vigil at her grave, even bringing their toys to place on the site. Quite stunning to see.

Navaratri/Durga-Puja, the Nine Nights of the Goddess, are beginning on Wednesday, Sept. 27, so it's that time of year again to throw down nine rice yantras, one each night, in the dhuni fire-pit, hold the space for the sisters to make puja with the hand-made murtis of the Devis, and speak the mantras and sing the hymns of all Her names.

The primary Shakti Devi being Bhoomi, our Mother Earth, all these names and manifestations are Her aspects and attributes (including Kali, Saraswati, Durga, and all the rest), present in and inclusive of all beings who walk, stand, crawl, swim, and fly within Her Matrix of Her Mani Dvipa - Island of Jewels, our Planet Earth. Mani Dvipa is the mystic vision granted Her devotees upon that total surrender of all that mind and self-importance crap that appears so hard to give up or remove oneself from. Turning it all over to Her, the natural mystic knows its all under control, and this world is not the source of error, an accursed place, nor a hell-realm needing a savior. It is Her body, the Beautiful Red Triple-dimension Creation, Shri Lalita Mahatripura Sundari, spontaneously arising from Her primal vibration AUM, visually represented by the Shri Yantra diagram seen at right.

I want to urge all who are able to view the film A Fall From Freedom, linked in the right margin, to do so. It is not terribly disturbing visually, but lays down the absurdity of sentient-being imprisonment-for-entertainment in no uncertain terms, exposing in the light of truth the money (natch) and the people running, and attempting to justify, this terrible business - intimately connected to all the destruction that's going on in our oceans.

What freedom looks like (screen capture from film)

On the gross side, here are some things you don't want to give to your kids:

 

STILL RESISTING THE 'EXTERMINATION OF EMPATHY'

Goddess Saraswati exoticindia.com

A radio talk-show host was interviewing Alan Grayson, former Fla. congressman. His assessment of our situation was of witnessing the "extermination of empathy". I would have to agree that that's the plan. With the all-pervasiveness of Wetiko-disease, psychopathy, malignant narcissism, Archontic plague (however you want to call it) in the (especially 'Western') world's disgustingly blasphemous (Nature-hating) political (and personal) public and media conversational exchanges, it seems everything is moving along according to plan. We try to go on with our lives, relishing each moment of sanity, beauty, creativity we can possibly experience while we also wait for some seemingly imminent resolution or end to the insanity and attempting to do whatever we can to mitigate the most dire consequences of various wetiko-tribal aggressions against Life, and also spread what we know to be the truth of the situation, usually not by logical explanation however (because that no longer works with most humanoids), but by various means of spontaneous anarchic creativity. [Anarchy: against Archons]

I should mention that the above named politician followed his comment about 'empathy' with the statement that "that's what separates us from animals", blah blah. So, that's the best there is out of the mouths of 'leaders' as well as a clear reminder about self-reliance and not looking for help from self-styled 'important' spokespersons from any of the domains of 'civilized contemporary culture'. Any twit with a search engine can find copious evidence to the contrary to that speciesist statement. But, yeah, what-ever. 

There's just no getting away from "the topic of topics" - ever. But we can move to the periphery of the whirlpool by engaging in our chosen forms of serious art-making, alone or in company of others, if we're lucky. I guess that's what we were doing last weekend with our 24 hours of continuous kirtan-chanting and drumming dedicated to Sri Hanumanji. I hadn't participated in that particular festival for last 10 years, because of personal abhorrence to the 'institution' and it's psychopathic hypocrisy and elitism toward the greater community. But that is the nature of 'religious' institutions in the Kaliyug in general. This time I felt 'called' however, and it was worth the setting aside of my distaste for a moment to hopefully energize the process for the good of the community of suffering, long-under-seige devotees. Besides, there was a good solid unified posse to hold down the excellent quality of musical medicinal vibration. That's about the best one can hope for in these degenerate times. [Besides, at 65 I can play harder and have more endurance than a lot of the younger drummers for these types of marathons (grin).]

My musical life, on one level - of being in the 'West' - has been a long pain in the ass: submitting myself at the feet of the master musicians of the Indian subcontinent for decades - to learn all the forms and styles - only to return to my 'homeland' for rejection and marginalization because I couldn't shut up about the co-option, commercialization, fake-posing, glamorization, vanity, star-worship, etc. Yer not supposed to do that. Plus, I am most definitely not glamorous, shmoozy, and full of all the qualities required by the New Age scene for 'professional' and material success. Can't keep my mouth shut about my extreme distaste for cultural cannibalism/colonialism. I have my own 'litmus tests', you see. On the other hand, curiously, it has ultimately saved me a lot of grief and disillusionment. If you're not familiar with the 'Eastern music' scene, it's about the many vain egoists who buy an exotic instrument (harmonium, for example), take a few lessons (or none at all) and "create" their own brand of "fusion" (horrible misnomer), or 'westernized'/'accessible' sounds to scam the insanely ignorant masses of culturally starved denizens of the Empire into thinking they are participating in something sacred and holy. It's simply 'how we roll' here in the end times. None of this is meant to imply any particular importance to my musical endeavors. I was involved many lifetimes ago, but just returned to it in this incarnation. I still require many more lifetimes to get 'up to speed', but I manage as best as I can. Ok, that's my personal rant for the week, sorry.

It seems to be getting pretty uninhibited in general in the public sphere as far as wetiko/psychopathy is concerned, does it not? Is anyone else experiencing this? I had a couple of wacked encounters in the past week in places of business in town. Individuals obviously enjoying, laughing, taunting others being subjected to their obstructions, cheating, self-imagined superiority and harm-causing. When others questioned or called them on their shit, they launched into extraordinary expressions of their lack of empathy or concern for anyone else, laughing and gesturing wildly, with no holding back or self-censorship. I found it interesting and asked them straight out if they were big-shot mafia dons or planning on departing soon to their own planet being prepared for them by their Lord. They were stunned and got quiet. Then they stormed off giving me the one-finger salute.

Back to the 'topic' again. What the hell to do in this interim time? Encourage space-ship migration to Mars? Sometimes these interactions/encounters can't be avoided. Human abuse and animal abuse and Earth abuse is everywhere. Most of the time, in the temporal dimension, I like to focus on the work being done by the many many true human beings involved in either directly or indirectly alleviating the suffering, because it simply counteracts my tendency toward despair at our species. This is how what I'm talking about looks like:

CNN.com

Here is a short clip of yours truly supporting some authentic Rajasthani gypsy dance and music last spring - dancer Annya-Ishtara and sitarist Amie Maciszewski -

Annya at Metta 1 from Richard on Vimeo.

cool empathy on a hot day in India

SMALL VICTORIES - RESCUES IN THE 3D WAR

GODDESS DURGA exoticindia.com

UPDATE: Just published today August 11 - by Capt. Paul Watson, as eloquent as it gets - An Open Letter to the People of the Faeroe Islands. Must read!

I never intended to focus here on external events, but sometimes it sounds like I'm doing that when re-reading a post. We can posit a duality here between that and what's referred to as the 'internal transformation', our inner real work and processes. On the other hand, it all may depend on how we view external events, and at what level we internalize them or interpret the images. What we are all witnessing in the outer world, the accelerating degeneracy, the unveilings, disclosures, exposures, and smack-downs from grace; the unrestrained violence and hatred toward all Life and the Mother Planet; the lame-ass utterances, actions, and appearances of the narcissistic Archon Wetiko Tribe's specimens, minions, and mouthpieces demonstrating their obeisance to the fakest of self-styled bullshit 'gods' - frauds whom were never intended to participate, from the inception of the One Goddess' divine dream, in this holy experiment in consciousness, now at the critical phase of "manifesting the will of Her luminous Being" - is truly, as the Dog Poet says, simply 'for demonstration purposes'. 

Of course the demonstrations are Seen and reflected on very differently by various groups/tribes (don't know what to call them). But, more important are the demonstrations by Bhumi Devi/Gaia/Sophia/Shri of both astonishing beauty and mind-numbing terror overlaying all of the Matrix-level machinations and death-throes that more-or-less enter our consciousness through experience or osmosis/resonance from the collectivity of All Beings surrounding us (as holographic fragments of Her true-being matrix). For some, the blessed few, it is even 'exactly and approximately'[grin] Sat-Chit-Ananda (truth-consciousness-bliss) - what eventually became my sole, final request and entreaty to the Mother some years ago. There really wasn't anything else worth desiring, and even the asking felt embarassingly moronic. But, like, what do you do when She presents Herself and you're young and in inner turmoil? Now, the boon of Her presence in a kind mood is quite enough, 1008 pranams.

Our humble spiral garden is exploding with veggies and blooms, in thanks partly to the frequent application of "Effective Microorganisms" (EM)TM, the billions-of-years-old critters that live in volcanic magma, of many uses, and available through EMERALD EARTH. We've also had a perfect monsoon season so far, sometimes even limited just to our mountain-surrounded village. Flowers, bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds all in abundance, looking stunning. There are 4 or 5 delightfully excellent and prosperous farmers markets on various days within 1/2 hour drive, all organic and one specifically 'native pueblo grown'.
We deal with the various animal and bird tribes, both here in the village and down the road at the wildlife rehab center. Their impeccable continuity of natural ways in the face of sometimes small, sometimes massive, changes is our major source of strength. They are continuously pouring out Her Shakti upon us as we try to serve Her - through them - and are giving us the 'demonstration' of Her power, limitless in quantity, unceasing, accessible to all who choose to follow the local galactic and planetary Laws. There is no real separation between the realities of the lives of our non-human personal 'friends' and the lives of their relatives across the planet. The state of their being and welfare is always in our conscious awareness, and it's just another opportunity to share and refresh the deeper levels of communication with those we have contact with - to acknowledge in the presence of the animals our clear, visceral feeling and awareness of  their own instinctual knowing. The clearer we can get in our own minds about what it is exactly that we want to communicate, and even why we're karmically here getting in their faces, the clearer they'll comprehend the essence no matter what 'words' we use. (Or more exactly, whatever expression is used - music, dance, art, poetry, gesture - all the things that make up true human culture, what we are meant to be offering always to Life, what our ancestors remembered via their Original Instructions.) They'll take it in, and continue on with their own creature-business. It's all about the focus. It takes some people years to learn to focus. I guess that's why we were born a long time ago (heh).

The Goddess is also known as Mahatripurasundari, Beautiful One of the Three Worlds (gross, subtle, cosmic?) [represented by the Shri Yantra*], and we are well aware of the three wars going on, or rather the one war going on in the three realms. Many of us see the 'subtle' and 'cosmic' levels playing out in our personal lives. Losses, victories, and transformations within our own Beingness and around us. I savor the victories, small as they may be, because I know about the level of courage required in these times to even pull off a small monkey-wrenching operation against the predator matrix. I savor them for the significance of the 'demonstration purposes' that can be shared with our local tribe of all our relations. A demonstration of beauty, cooperation, and stewardship - what the committed troops are engaging in the 'theatre of conflict' for. [*My bro and I are currently engaged in constructing large Shri Yantras on anyone's land who requests the installation of such earth-medicine, as it seems to result in demonstrably positive effects from our initial experiments.]

There's at least 12 bears, mostly cubs, in the rehab. Their stories are not so pleasant, but for some there is a future of freedom, others not, but at least they are being lovingly stewarded. I met the new 'education bird' yesterday: a one-eyed bald eagle rescued in Indian Country. Coyote pups there too. It's actually been drought weather for most of the area, except our little valley, so bears and others are all lookin' real skinny and weak, I'm told. 

It's been reported that ALFers in China last week (my birthday 7/24) rescued 600 [SIX HUNDRED] cats headed to a major city and its RESTAURANTS! Thanks and praises!

And last week a 1-year-old mountain gorilla was rescued from poachers in Rwanda. The Chinese AR activists blocked a truck, notified authorities, un-crated the cats, hurriedly constructed a huge shelter building, brought in food and supplies, and photos of the whole thing are up on Chinese websites. Anyway, the point is that there's a lot of true human beings who've made a lot of spiritual progress over the years, and sometimes quickly, to give them the complex skill sets to warrior on this way. I honor them all. 

WorldWildlifeFund

Why are these types of people on the top of the 'Merkin terrist list? Oh, right....same reason why we build walls to keep out 'Messikins (which actually destroy the habitats and life-cycles of wildlife) while the country next door has somebody smart enough to design and fund wildlife overpasses on the Trans-Canada Hwy.

amerikan border wall

wildlife overpass

We reached the point some time ago where all politicians, administrators, authorities, experts, commons-'protectors', and such are nothing but useless eaters. Humanity didn't grasp the 'charm' of psychopathy soon enough, and all sanity, social-contract, and Earth-environment-stewardship is non-existent except for the marginalized warrior/anarchists who stem the tide of the death-cult in small, unrecognized acts of 'sabotage' to the Matrix control. And they don't even do what they do to appear 'heroic', rather they just see a situation that calls for action, and act, do what's called for. That's the way it is from here on out: cooperation with Mother Gaia, all day long - our assignment.
This is a perfect example: (spectacular demonstration/show of love in the last 2 min.!)



Being that I put in 3 years as kennel manager in the local shelter, this piece found recently resonated deeply and is worthy of sharing:

I RESCUED A HUMAN TODAY by Janine Allen

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.
I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the overworked shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms.
I would promise to keep her safe.
I would promise to always be by her side.
I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.
I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.
 
http://rescuemedog.org/dog-blog/i-rescued-a-human-today-by-janine-allen/
Written by Janine Allen CPDT, Rescue Me Dog's professional dog trainer.  Copyright 2011 Rescue Me Dog; www.rescuemedog.org
 

Reflections In The Troubled Waters

Desperation is being enacted out on so many levels, in so many arenas, it's pretty much impossible for a singular fragile human mind to track it all, contain the immensity, and come to any coherent comprehension, some kind of overstanding, a grasp of the trajectory to which we are heading. Despair alternates with elation, a sort of cosmic bi-polar syndrome with tragedy and miracles witnessed and noted but not integrated. Our personal lives as well as collective events are filled with accelerated maximized emotional impacts, one closely folllowing the previous. How is this riding the 'novelty' wave workin' for you?

Our small town is reeling from three youth suicides in the past week. Two were bridge-jumpers in the Rio Grande gorge, the third involved a gun. Tomorrow a (hopefully well attended) walk/pilgrimage and ceremony to the bridge will be held in an attempt at healing and awareness-raising. Though I didn't personally know the youths, I know from my sources that the apocalypse wasn't working out for them on many levels in this particular dimension. I just know that that's a pretty intense decision process to go through, too. Believe me, I've been there. Maybe the difference was that I was specifically imploring the Goddess/God to allow my turning over the question completely into Her hands. That the situation contained too many unknowns for me to make any kind of judgment on 'my' destiny. Obviously, I did not go over that particular railing.

Part of what's happening is the 'panic' state prevailing, referred to recently, with a large quantity being manufactured, and animal instinct doing the rest. The wetiko predator's mind-fuck machine is turned all the way up and all the stops have been pulled out. Of course this exposes the twistedness, degeneracy, and soullessness of the cannibalistas. Recent examples include the Monster Bill to Kill Our Environment, the "worst attack on the environment Congress has ever launched", including 50 insane riders to "kill every major safeguard protecting our air, water, land, and wildlife". Well, it's 'monstrous' all right. 

Again, closer to home, Game and Fish Department Colludes With Industry Groups. Seems the Trappers Association, the Cattlegrowers (sic) Association, Livestock Bureau, Sheep Foundation, Council of Outfitters and similar groups did some hangin out with the 'higher-ups' of the GFD boys before they had their little state-wide "public hearings" in some out-of-the-way boondock town of 3000 regarding the future of trapping in New Mexico and set the stage for expanded trapping on public lands. The psycho governor is pleased to see the war on Life proceeding as she campaigned for. Her "special commission" also just lifted the previous governor's ban on trapping the MEXICAN LOBO "under a veil of secrecy". Yeah, there's as many as possibly 50 (FIFTY!) left in the state. Panic opportunity alert.

Wetikos rule! And they seem to have about as much self-control as the severely consciousness-impaired bloviating voices in much of the media, including the web. All shall be revealed...at least we can bank on that. As for the 'alternative/conspiracy' sector of the net, it's so informative to read things like how Al Martin describes the victims of the ['regrettable'] Norway event: "weak-kneed, limp-wristed, faint-hearted, and spineless". Niiiice. He forgot 'hippies' [who stand up for Palestine]. Does anyone get that? A guy like that will print an article by John Lash, then say shit like that. Of course all these type sites are a mixed bag. The litmus test for me is: do they sell "investment advice"? If so, it's idiotville; I will not be sitting around their campfire when that day comes. Desperately defending capitalism [and 'consevatism', whatever the hell that is] with their last breath. Where do things like the following (as enumerated by Steven Lendman recently) legacies of the last 30 years come from?: disdain for working folk, contempt for rule of law and human rights, support for concentrated wealth, power and militarism, sweeping deregulation, 'free trade', offshoring, war on drugs and other nonviolent "crimes", tax cuts for 'elites', social program cuts, support for global despots, death squads and star wars, contempt for gays and coloreds and poor....we could go on. I mean, its bad enough that the so-called "liberals" play along, contribute, and enable, and never ID the naked emperors, but for human beings to actually take seriously the ideology that this program enhances their or any lifeform's existence, ahh it's all so '14th/15th Century'.  In a way, it makes perfect sense. I've said it before and I'll say it again: check out Caliban And The Witch. That is, unless you reeealy reealy liked the '50s, and it was the 'time of your life' - the disneyland facade of the grand illusion. It's common knowledge that it's a big problem for the Wetikos when there's too much respect for the Sacred Feminine goin on anywhere. That's always been the first pronouncement to the newly-conquered 'savages'. A big piece of our way out of here is in that 'witch' thing. In a 21st Century kind of way. Dispensing with the ancient upside-down narrative.

The sicko animal-abusers from Texas' E6 Cattle Co. (calf farm) got off with probation and small fines for their misdemeanor charges, at least the owner did, following the Mercy For Animals exposé. The absconded 'employees' are charged with felonies, natch. The just-us shitstem works! 

SeaShepherd.org

In case anyone didn't know, Namibia is now ground-zero for the global seal-skin slaughter 'market'. Canada's practically out of the picture (but not completely). And one dude, who was shown previously on this site, is basically pulling the strings from Istanbul. Sea Shepherd people have barely escaped with their lives documenting the atrocities now taking place, including the bulldozing of the bloody mess under the sand immediately after so tourists can come oooh and aaah while they snap home videos at the 'cute' seal colony. Norway does differently - they sell 'tours' for a few hundred bucks to go and shoot a baby seal, or watch the 'professionals' club them. These and other strange articles can be found at the SeaShepherd.org website.

How's the Mercury-Neptune-Chiron combo-with-added-retro-Uranus-Pluto/Ninth Wave/Pole-Shift/Signs-and-Portents-Vibe looking like it's shaping up to you? Stalemated polarization - is that where we are? My trusted sources tell me the Devic Realm is pretty distressed at the bleakness. That would be us included; we are not separate.
Onward to the next flower-covered mourning shrine....we will find the strength to stand tall together and artfully uphold the positive vibrations, as we have risen to it in the past, as our ancestors and lineages have done for countless generations. Definitely powerful medicine is being invoked in private, as well as publicly, together and solo. Our only 'plan' can be: exercising, fully activating, the nurturing medicine ways within us in ever more powerfully focussed creativity in resonance with our ever-evolving mayashakti and prakritishakti of our Earth Mother. And preserve in memory and share all the miracles that happen in each of our lives, like the precious oral teachings to our grandchildren that they are. I personally admit I don't have much energy for anything else. 



 

Forces of Nature & Subject of Subjects cont. - Edited

Lord Surya   exoticindia.com

Hope everyone is having a great Guru Purnima (full moon). Jai Guru! Victory to inner-teacher, true Guru; and the outer-teachers and their many great transmissions.

Ok,....Happy Bastille Day too!

A short sample of two of the Indian drumming traditions covering the 14-beat repertoire was just posted by yours truly, in video format and audio file. Electric guitars accompaniment by my illegal co-conspirator, Señor Erich.

This is the video link for "Pakhawaj - The 14's: N. Indian & Odissi"

This is the audio link for listening and/or downloading: "NewDham - The 14's"

Links can also be found on the "Music Page" of this blog.

News updates:

Jellyfish have been responsible for the shutting down of at least 4 nuclear plants in recent months. Yessss!

Criminalization of home gardens is up on both sides of the Atlantic.

Keith McHenry (Food-Not-Bombs founder) spent another 17 days in Florida jail for feeding children and homeless. Sympathetic hackers are taking down Orlando's websites (heh).

Housing, food and water are now "entitlements", "on the [craps] table", as the high-rollers gather around with fists full of starving child sex-slaves. From where you are, can you hear the piercing tumultuous cries from the 'religious/spiritual' mouthpieces? Oh. Not really?

On another front, the orbit of the Moon is no longer circular, it's elliptical - see HERE. In related news, it seems the Earth, which has kept to Her Ecliptic Plane for thousands of years, is wobbling above and below its proscribed parameters. If true, that will kinda blow astrological calculations all to hell. Try not to panic.

Maybe you might want to give a listen to that 'terrible demagogue' Louis Farrakhan [gasp, a BLACK MUSLIM] as he, and Ramsey Clarke and Cynthia McKinney, spoke a few weeks back across the street from the UN: "Farrakhan Blasts the Coalition of Demons" (1:25hr), addressing the subject of Libya. Not kind to the West, Russia, China, Mecca, or the UN. "[This] will be dealt with by God Himself and His USE OF THE FORCES OF NATURE...." We can only hope. "...The period of Grace is over"....Yeah, it's lookin' that way.

Curiously, it seems no Libyan is homeless, living under bridges. Unlike in certain 'advanced' civilizations. Ghaddafi's own tent-dwelling parents were not housed till every family in Libya was first provided for, as promised and delivered. Women have full access to education and personal income. Aspiring farmers have free land, tools, seeds, etc. No national debt. More gold than any country except China. Obviously, another in a long line of "evil dictators" - is the only possible conclusion one can come to from the evidence, right?. Brave heroic Wetiko soldiers of the 'empire' had to bravely and heroically take out his son and 3 grandchildren. The innocence-destruction addiction, again, as always.

None of this is new. Same old story: politicians, priests, scientists, businessmen - copyright alert! - none of them know what any of it is worth.

No guillotine unveilings yet seen on the streets, let alone general strikes. However, prisoners around the country, in the hundreds, are two weeks into a solidarity FAST, though. HEY!...Not THIS world, but the NEXT. Wake up, get with the program! Keep looking 'forward'. Lemon pie is my favorite. 'Forward' apparently looks like: Dickensian packs of waifs pick-pocketting and committing petty theft in the streets across the empire, or selling matchsticks and body-parts. "Growth" is all important, as if the prison-indust-complex is not No.1, No.1, yay!

So, that's how it goes. Is this the Kali Yuga or just the End of Time?

Recently a great artist and writer has brought up the subject of "panic" in her writings. The demons Farrakhan refers to [embodied and un-embodied Wetikos] just love panic. Panic in others, mostly. But...what goes around comes around. Panic is fast becoming epidemic...or 'Widespread' (heh). Unfortunately, innocents are susceptible, like the 28-yr-old who jumped the Gorge Bridge last night down the road. Getting outta 'here' is on the minds of many.

Or is the future bright? I've been checking out some essays by a certain bloviator featured prominently on rense.com, named "Dr. Chiapallone". He has been publishing since the 80's extensively regarding Archons, demons, false gods/religions, aliens and other classes of beings present in our Matrix, viewed by him as a preordained doomed Virtual Reality. He says there's nothing here worth saving, that what's going on is a "Consciousness Evacuation" leading to "Dimensional Liberation", which will in effect leave this planet a dead zone similar to Mars. But it's all perfect because this world and all its life forms were originally doomed and slated for complete 'clearing' (from its creation) since that's the only way to end what was the inevitable reign of Evil. Everything going on on Earth is shit, and he cites endless examples, notably all of them on a materialistic level, while at the same time claiming to be a spiritual authority. The good Doctor also claims much of his information came from aliens he met, and if you don't believe him, you're an idiot 'cause he's practically the only one here who knows what's what. After subjecting myself to a mountainous steaming pile of his ego-spew, I've moved on to better things. Sure glad I'm not in his body or head.

Kiko, the Pigmy Angorra kid - 4mo.

Better things being more recent writings by John Lamb Lash, author of "Not In His Image", on his extensive website metahistory.org. I highly recommend a recent article entitled "The True Anarchy of Life on Earth", but it might also help to have a bit of background on the Gaia/Sophia story which can be found HERE. Further articles entitled "Open Season on Predators" are pretty relevant, and have been quoted previously here. The "True Anarchy" essay relates to the necessary human participation required in the spiritual 'correction' being undertaken by the Earth Goddess Gaia/Sophia. The Gnostic take just resonates with me, much more than the Earth-must-end scenarios (very similar to the fundie whacko James Watt, Ronnie Raygun's Interior Sec. who claimed Jesus was waiting for all the trees to be felled), and the "Jesus Speaks" channeling recently thrown up on blogs.

With regard to the subject of our attitudes toward Earth's VALUE and Gnostic tradition, Lash writes: "Unless we can bring the practice of Gnosis into our emergent connection with Gaia, the subject is not worth the bother. Gnosticism dissociated from the Sophianic vision of the Earth only serves to reinforce religious beliefs that keep the world under an evil spell of dissociation."

The Boys

[Basically, for the record, my value system is: unreserved reverence toward the immense Grace and assistance received from my many human and non-human/more-than-human Teachers and Allies, including especially the Mother Goddess of infinite names. Jai Guru! 108x]

Further, on the subject of Predators ("the subject of subjects"), he writes in the "True Anarchy" essay:

" Observation of dates and numbers by the Authorities are not proof of their mastery of globally spellbinding black magic, but evidence of their "routinary minds," as Castaneda noted, concerning the flyers. They repeat these agendas to keep themselves on track as they have no guiding autonomy, having abdicated that aspect of our divine endowment in favor of the Archontic illusion of power, enacted through arcane games of deception and domination. Is that clear enough, Snoopy?

A psychotic serial killer works compulsively in strict routines, often using repetitive patterns preserved in codes, ciphers, and symbols. But given this is so, can you say that such a murderous, deceiving person is performing true and efficacious magic? I think that would be over-attribution. He or she is merely acting out the rigid, fear-driven behavioral compulsions inherent to the Archon plexus of the "psyched-up,"over-worked backbrain. This distinction is imperative.

Lovely Red-girl

To fall under the spell of the Authorities is to concede power to their false magic: under the power of deception, we deceive ourselves about what power really is and lose all sense of our own power. Our power inheres in the unique opportunity of our role in the divine experiment of Sophia, interactive magic with the wisdom goddess. Claiming this power is the only sure and direct way, and the ultimate way, to detect and defeat the illusional power of the Authorities."

Long-eared Owl, "Radar"

Food for thought/meditations. I like this guy; maybe not for everyone. At least the story is open-ended....

Edited 7/17 - adding the following to the above quoted material, because it zeroes in on the heart of the matter:

"'On the Origin of the World' informs us that the defeat of the Archons is a last-minute affair that depends on their reaching the full extension of their phantom powers over humanity. The outcome depends on the intervention of humanity at the eleventh hour. The myth clearly indicates a sudden, drastic turnabout. Sophia warns the Lord Archon: "There is an immortal luminous child, the Anthropos, who came into existence before you and who will appear among your modeled forms (plasmata). This luminous child will trample you in scorn just as a potter's clay is pounded (into a lump)." Instead of molding humankind in their image, the Archons will be reduced to pulp, like the discard from a juicer.

"If you cannot profile a psychopath, you are not a responsible member of human society. If you cannot detect and defeat psychopathic behavior as it presents itself in your immediate personal reality, you are not qualified to live in a free world. Freedom ain't a free lunch. Such is the humble view of a warrior in Kali's Band.
 
"We cannot realize our true humanity without beating the Authorities. There is more than one way to do so, but the central and decisive way is to choose anarchy in defiance of any authority that does not demonstrate benevolence toward life in all forms.
The Authorities only have the power ceded to them through ignorance and denial of our divine potential, our endowment from the planetary animal mother and the Aeons."
-from "The True Anarchy of Life on Earth", John Lamb Lash

All Species Share Love and Suffering

Pictures are so much better than words sometimes, especially in my case [age diminishes vocabulary?]. So, this is what I'm talkin' bout...No Speciesism Here. And that's precisely what the particular page is entitled on the Animal Liberation Front website. Links to more than 400 photos and videos..."photos in this section show relationships between two different species. Such relationships are not unusual. Animals don't have the emotional and cultural hang-ups that humans do, and they let pure heavenly love happen."
Being of the Love Tribe, I still use the words 'hate' and 'despise' for things hateful and despicable. Just sayin'. So these photo samples are posted to offset or balance contrasting sentiments from previous posts. The ALF photo-posters are, of course, considered by the PTW to be 'hateful', 'violent', 'terrorist',..etc., cough, puke...But these pics below, as "cute" as they are, are illustrations of the root source of our sentient emotional universe - the knowledge of how the world really is. They are from the wild, from wildlife rescues, from zoos, and from personal collections.

All photos published by AnimalLiberationFront.com

Monkey in India serving water to the blind

You know, all commonly accepted history is one big long depressing series of hoaxes. You already know that. All accepted-as-"normal" humans have always been insane...most notably 'experts' of practically every stripe, political and religious 'leaders' and 'spokespersons', official 'scientists', doctors, degreed 'therapists', most 'journalists' and editors, 'philosophers', 'businessmen'/entrepreneurs', self-styled 'educators', 'entertainers', and just about every other category of human endeavor taken oh so seriously by the collectivity of 'top of the food chain' species. It has always been this way...because, unlike all other species on the planet, humans have never really taken seriously the miracle of their embodied existence, their reason for being, their embeddedness within the interconnected web of (infinite) living consciousness. I don't know why that is, it just is. Maybe because we were genetically engineered from the earliest beginnings as gold-mining slaves of the Annunaki...but, I really don't know. It would perhaps be helpful to know, but nevertheless we are way past the breaking point leading to the assured demise of our own, as well as most other, species of living things in this corner of the galaxy.

This day in this particular corner of planet Earth the forest is burning 60 miles away at the edge of the demonic "premier national treasure" laboratory of the death cult; the very place where the death of the planet and all Life has been being concocted for the last 7 decades. We are enveloped in an unknown toxic blanket of smoke, the sun is obscured and eclipse-like and the light in the air is surreal; the lab has been dumping whatever the hell they feel like for the last 70-odd years in the surrounding forest and creeks. Everyone talks about the 'strange', 'unnatural', 'driven with a harmful intent' quality of the recent and ongoing fires, energies not experienced before, not in the previous close-call a decade ago when the fires spread the dumped toxins around with the monitoring of the air by various agencies lying out their asses. Around here the word is: "Veils? What fucking veils?".  'They' have turned the volume up to 11 and left the building. 'They' being the demonic entities, referred to by various names and designations throughout history, seldom believed to be 'real' by most or 'mythological' at best, by various religious belief systems, finally being noticed seriously only in the present century.
"Pole-shift is a bitch."

We need to be activating all our connectivity to the Devic realm, calling in all of whatever karmic 'notes' we might be having to request/invoke aid in bringing in a final disempowerment of all the machinations of the dark forces' omnicidal agendas, from weather and elemental catastrophes to the wars on Mother Earth's children everywhere. The Devic realm is just as fed-fucking-up as humans at this point. There is much power there. We have just forgotten to spend due time on that relationship, wandering traumatized through centuries in a materialist dream-scape. Entice the Devas to arise and see our determination and commitment to join in alliance, and assess our worthiness to stand with them in the great circle and net of protection needed to be bound stronger than ever now. Our companion-species, as well as local wild-species friends, are the perfect messengers and representatives of the Devic world. Tell them everything, all your thoughts and desires. Mantra, dance, sing, drum, mudra...it all works.
Right now I guarantee that all the Pueblos, Navajos, Apaches and their neighbors are doing this very thing with maximum power, since I've received emails and I-mails to that effect.
Wildlife is taking a monstrously huge hit right now, as they did in the Gulf of Mexico. Bird young are just hatching or have not fledged. Many parents are reluctant to abandon their young.

Situation is: there is an area at Los Alamos where they blew up over 100 tons (or was it 200?) of DU in the woods; there are tons of dioxin and PCBs also in the forest. Nice. And the fed "monitors" aren't monitoring these pollutants. Can't trust anything they say anyway.
My attitude is that, since the Santa Fe, Española, and Albuquerque economies are intimately tied to the Los Alamos, Sandia labs and peripheral industries, basically the whole damn state and most businesses, except the tourism sector, is guilty of participation in this demonic agenda, and there is gonna be karmic hell to pay. I despise the ignorant humans everywhere here who happily go about blindly living out their "freedom" and "merkin way of life" in their Range Rovers and Lexuses and Hummers while spitting and shitting on our Mother . The air and the light is totally surreal. Animals are agitated; my cat doesn't want to go outside. Many friends have packed up their kids and headed off to Colorado.We hear strange bombers flying overhead above the smoke at night - not 'tankers' - and we wonder about our gardens...
We of course are deeply disturbed at what the demonic militarist evil empire is doing from Mexico to Afghanistan to Gaza to Libya and everywhere in between, but dealing with the land and wildlife here is about all we can handle. At least the fucking death-cult Labs are shut down, even though it's now the largest fire in New Mexico history at 103,000 acres and still 3% containment.

My final question is: IF THEY CAN STEER RAIN INTO NEBRASKA AND SOUTH DAKOTA (see the radar signatures), CAN THEY STEER RAIN AWAY (AND INCREASE WIND) IN NEW MEXICO AND ARIZONA???? Locals, btw, say they've never experienced continuous winds for so long in their lifetimes.