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We are the Ones We’ve Been Waiting For

You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered…

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?

Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for your leader.

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.

And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word ’struggle’ from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

–Hopi Elders’ Prophecy, June 8, 2000

Out of the blue waters of life

you’ve been gifted —

Already a Buddha in a loving home

thyme and nutmeg

You grow for the love of growing

and marvel at the birds

Laughing will be your guardian angel

as the world grows with you

Barefoot baby notice the grass

and you are loved just for being

“May I view myself as the lowest amongst all,
And, from the very depths of my heart,
Respectfully hold others as superior.”

Tibetan Training

A spiritual aspirant aligns themselves counter to to the ego world of success and attainments. They should aspire to lift up the whole universe above them.

Not only is the nirvanic nature of reality completely free but the mind is inherently free too. Each moment arises in its own distinction free of all past and future. It is the activity of clinging to past and future that causes dukkha or suffering. Inherently the mind is freely active though.

Life is suffering — letting go of fixed thinking we let go of the shore and flow in the flux of samsara-nirvana. Letting go of definitions, merging with God and the devil, our original nature dawns. The Way has no preferences, teach the ancestors. The Way is who we already are, teach the elders. Meditation becomes the most important thing. The nature of distinctions is one vastness. Smaller than the smallest, larger than the largest. I understand this as a map, this is my faith in Mind. Actualized? No. But a bow.

Can you return with all beings to The universal essence? Are we even aware there is a deeper source consciousness?

Zen words, blah!

All beings are within and without

Drowning in joyous suffering

The wept out laughterings of

Like primordial rivulets

And the cauterization of the trees

In a skizoed out dory of

The round language of the rain

And its plastic clouds

Insect orchestra alight

On the ontological waves

Of bittersweet myrrhings

And chasms of the fleurs

Like a refuge of ghee

On a rogue nirvanic way

The panopticon of a cricket

A seeker of the seekerless

Jeff Mangum in a dystopia

The leftists of ocher thoughts

And their post leftist apogees

In hyus7 the hyacinths

Dig it, says the hieroglyphical

https://youtu.be/DKz060qngUs

And the fleurs of, the magi of

And the moving grainaries

A blessing of groundlessnesses

Like apples for the ox

And self portraits of the poplars

A blissfulness of radio static

And cilantro films

In a marring of clouds

And forehead warriors

The calculus of the rain

On interim leavenings

Our chapter of the illuminations

A coterie of deserts

The styles of the magnolias

Along a causeway of glyphs

And liberating the forest

With ambrosias of this and that

Onto the variant sky

With berry thoughts

And a looting of daffodils

“The sacred freedom of art

Its sacred carelessness.

I have got to take a piss.”

https://youtu.be/pgRUHIeaKOk

“I believe music can awaken the same truths we find in our ancient texts.”

Kari Hohne

Known as “The Sound”

Don’t really have the courage
To stand where I must stand
Don’t really have the temperament
To lend a helping hand

Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day

I don’t know why I’ve come here
Knowing as I do
What you really think of me
What I really think of you

For the millions in the prison
That wealth has set apart –
For the Christ who has not risen
From the caverns of the heart –

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey –
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
May the light in The Land of Plenty
May the light in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day

“Consider the tree outside the door. It makes no effort to call the birds who rest in its branches and it is indifferent when they fly away, making no effort to call them back.”

paraphrased from Lung-ya, student of Rinzai

I have nowhere to go
I have no need to go anywhere
Since I am one with the universe

Sasaki Rōshi

“I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre.”

The Seventh Seal

“And yes, you are King David’s star
And the crescent moon, and the crescent moon
You must sweep the Bodhi tree
I sit beneath, I sit beneath”

Conor Oberst

“I woke up early once again that’s four days straight
I didn’t wake you baby, I just watched you lay
In the radiation of the city sun
I am in love with you, it is my only grace”

El-P

“The great events of world history are at bottom, profoundly unimportant. In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life of the individual.”
Carl Jung

“Chaos should be regarded as extremely good news.”
Chogyam Trungpa

“Music at its best … is the grand archeology into and transfiguration of our guttaral cry, the great human effort to grasp in time our deepest passions and yearnings as prisoners of time. Profound music leads us—beyond language—to the dark roots of our scream and the celestial heights of our silence.”
Cornel West

“Putting the pox

in apocalypse

the pudding in the skull

has a lemony taste”
Ron Silliman

“An old five and dimer is all I really meant to be.”
Billy Joe Shaver

All of my pranayama is yoked

By an interior bronzing of

The queen of ox pines

And ceilings that abide in ceilings

The root is essenceless

And the seric arts heroine

In a forest of subject and object

The manifestation of gold villages

And a winged rust that sings

It strikes like a god

And is transelemental

On the path of now

The breaths of ambrosia

Lostness in each aisle

Bivouacked in my marrow

Inscribed on starlight

A thinking activity of forsythias

And doors in each cloud

The purling of a nacreous light

As we traipse through Valhalla

And wondrous kidney thoughts

Ghee warriors convene

On a flowering bridge

For the eye of the viburnum

My treacle communiques

With bread from the gulags

A holy and ancient illumination

Like plums from the birches

In these frabjous whirlings

Gestate the mind stream

And heyoka the kidneys
In buttermilk laughter

A pigeon of grace
The gone, gone alabaster

And opalescence in the air
Like a dory in the taiga

Gossamer thoughts, gossamer wings
The panoramic eyelessness

Before crustaceans the archetype
And wild dogs on the steppes

Like smashed yolks
Because of forehead midnights

The dusty vinyl man
A cricket in the trash

Like a white pine in the mind
That is silt through the fingers

Like the torpor of August rains
And beatific abdomens

The archetype of the coastline

A tallness walks in the aspens
and ceases in the rain

This defenestration of thyme

in a marketplace of right and wrong
Pianos alight on the silt and Basque in the apogee 

Streams of light, streams of light

that billow and are borderless
Become the architectures

Salinate the constellations
This is my eye oeuvre

A dollop of violence in the grasses
From the wisdom of a coma

And the memories of coriander
In the plazas of the sentient

Who stir in the last dawn
Plucked with the longest arms

In the stones of camaraderie
And the potraits of a grotesquerie

In the wildness of lost foreheads

Like the heron’s red heart

You are my beautiful cornerstone

Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.

John 12:24 – 25

Suffering helps us find the eternal.

Zen is a transformation of the self. A waking up to our true awareness. In “existence” everything is dependent on the subject and object distinction. In true awareness there is a unification of subject and object. Ultimately this is a manifestation of our highest wisdom and compassion. No self or other, no world or time and no life or death. It is the awareness we are born with and gradually layer over with our conceptual minds.

Subject is the mind’s background contrast to an object of awareness. If we are aware of the day it is in counterdistinction to the night. If we are suffering it is in distinction to a prior happiness. In the formless awareness the two distinctions unify and the observing self dissolves. The relativity of subject and object are ultimately formless. This is experienced as a fundamental liberation from existence.

Meditation is a tool for cultivation of this liberating insight. It is often a lifetime practice and not realized without many, many years of commitment. Our true awareness is always functioning as the bedrock of existence. It is right here, right now — inseparable. Reality IS nirvana. Wake up!

I recently discovered that every line of every hexagram has a causing line within every opposite causing hexagram. We will look at that first. I also found that every line has an opposite line within each hexagram when a single line changes to another. We will look at that second. It helps tremendously to know the hexagrams and lines somatically and to study them as a mind mirror. This is how you can get inside the meanings of the hexagrams and their lines.

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1. Causing Lines

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Every hexagram has a causing hexagram. This is its pure opposite. So the opposite of the hexagram Grace is the hexagram Oppression. Opposite means trading each yin line into a yang line and each yang line into a yin line. Grace’s bottom trigram is fire, so its opposite is water, hence the bottom trigram of Oppression. The top trigram of Grace is mountain and its opposite is lake, hence the top trigram of Oppression. Oppression causes Grace and Grace causes Oppression. A clear dialectic.

In the first line of Grace we have this seed of augury:

Nine at the beginning means:

He lends grace to his toes, leaves the carriage, and walks.

A beginner in subordinate place must take upon himself the labor of advancing. There might be an opportunity of surreptitiously easing the way-symbolized by the carriage-but a self-contained man scorns help gained in a dubious fashion. He thinks it more graceful to go on foot than to drive in a carriage under false pretenses.

This is a yang line and in its causing hexagram of Oppression it is a yin line.

The causing line in Oppression reads as follows:

Six at the beginning means:

One sits oppressed under a bare tree
And strays into a gloomy valley.
For three years one sees nothing.

When adversity befalls a man, it is important above all things for him to be strong and to overcome the trouble inwardly. If he is weak, the trouble overwhelms him. Instead of proceeding on his way, he remains sitting under a bare tree and falls ever more deeply into gloom and melancholy. This makes the situation only more and more hopeless. Such an attitude comes from an inner delusion that he must by all means overcome.

Both these lines cause each other. As do line 2 of Grace to line 2 of Oppression and vice versa and onwards through lines 3, 4, 5, 6.

The diy nobility of Graces line is caused by internal gloom. A transformation occurs. And if you cast line 1 of Oppression the depressive state is caused by the grace of a diy nobility.

This will make the most sense in your own readings of the I Ching applied to your own hexagrams and changing lines.

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2. Opposite Lines

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When a single line changes in a hexagram, the line it changes to in the next hexagram is its fundamental opposite.

As the Cauldrons top yang line changes to Duration, the top yin line of Duration is its opposite. And vice versa. The bottom yin line of the Cauldron changes to Posession in Great Measure and Possession’s bottom yang line is the fundamental opposite of the Cauldrons bottom yin line. And vice versa.

Lets look at the Cauldrons top yang line:

Nine at the top means:

The ting has rings of jade.
Great good fortune.

Nothing that would not act to further.

In the preceding line the carrying rings are described as golden, to denote their strength; here they are said to be of jade. Jade is notable for its combination of hartdness with soft luster. This counsel, in relation to the man who is open to it, works greatly to his advantage. Here the counsel is described in relation to the sage who imparts it. In imparting it, he will be mild and pure, like precious jade. Thus the work finds favor in the eyes of the Deity, who dispenses great good fortune, and becomes pleasing to men, wherefore all goes well.

Now lets look at Duration’s top yin line:

Six at the top means:

Restlessness as an enduring condition brings misfortune.

There are people who live in a state of perpetual hurry without ever attaining inner composure. Restlessness not only prevents all thoroughness but actually becomes a danger if it is dominant in places of authority.

The lasting sage wisdom of the Cauldron is the opposite condition to the highly placed authority of restlessness within Duration. One is meaningful and one is trifling but both are highly placed. They are exactly yin and yang opposites. This pattern applies universally to all other lines in the I Ching as well.

I feel gratitude for our summer days

And our practicings of serenity

I am bowing to your smile

You taught me Tai Chi, friend

We who parisamsara miss you

The dharma road is empty now

I am walking to you in this poem

With all beings who are no beings

You have flowed on

This is everyone’s destiny

Now in the center of a timeless presence

You are truly home

Returning to the world egg

Lower the blessed

As he becomes pure luminosity

From world to world-seed

Eternity is your house now

I am with you in my zazen

Like the winds of the changeless

And gratitude in this lunar hour

You were unshelled

From your dory here

Now you are an ancient

Your birds are all free

No self birth, no self death

I saw you once in an old forest

And you were just about to unify

The two worlds into one

Shepherd the vastness

Amor fati

An eternal tear

moving seed

This neu deluge

A pearl in your heart

Find the messiah

in the jugular enclave

A theater of kindfulness

Neti neti, la maison

Her voyage

Anarchism is a field of potentialities; both ideals and praxis. It is heresy, chaos and self-determination. Anarchokultur is ever-renewing. You minister to it, you/enflux it. Let the riders of normalcy stray into their own obsolescence. Rewild the mind. Be shamanistic about the futures. Engage the rhyzomes. Non-violence is spiritually superior to violence even sacred violence. Meditate on the great perfection. In the reeds and rushes, let go of the sepia toned spectacle. Undebecome a separate self being and see others as yourself. These axions are the seeds of everyone. Now in the eternal moment find completion. Either way the prognosis is blessed. Peace disjointed whirls. Take the gun out of your heart as it turns to fleurs and buttermilk. Cascade in the evergreen void. Be the enjeweled gutter. One Mind. And the hexagrams will losar!

The Thai monk walked beside me at once speaking and lapsing into dream. His head was a knob of curling wood. And when he spoke of happiness it was there to shut me up and yet also congratulatory. We spent the afternoon like this on gravel roads that turned sandy until the tar returned. He rode a bicycle in the morning and then walked with me as the sun intensified. And then as though I was understanding him I began to speak and lapse into dream. “This is the wall where the leprous ones gather,” we said, anticipating each other’s pausing. “Then promise is at hand,” we promised one another. The dreams roiled as we walked or rather as the dreams walked ahead of us in the distance and then coming into focus between each syllable. We dreamed separately of course, anticipating only the language and shared nuances of meaning. –

            The dreams began as forces of language underlying the content and subconscious of our import. Though nothing could be sure, I began to suspect that he didn’t dream. In fact as we were nearing the foot of the monastery we both spoke “I do not dream, I do not dream, I dream,” and as the ghoulish and heaven like suspended itself in the dream sequences I could see out of the edge of my eyes that he was still talking and that I wasn’t. “You are talking,” I told him. “No, no – I am spitting on the ground,” he answered. It was then I stopped dreaming and the sun bathed around us, no longer so florid with heat.

            “I want to meet your master,” I spoke as we arrived in the foyer. “He passed on some time ago,” the monk said. “Then let me meet your students who are like so many lucky hyenas.” “They are yet to be born,” he answered again. As he hit me I felt a wave of truth in these statements. Under the knob of his head his robes became tattered and patched. One of us grew leprous, one of us became a stone.