Bastante Solipsis Marquez triumphed over the Wasteland, and it rained on him frequently, and women seemed to come from nowhere, and the hero to the Dark Tower came and the Dark Tower crumbled but it landed in a big pile of vines and no one really cared or minded because everyone seemed to be hooking up or at least making moves and this is how the world ends, relatives, not with a bang but an orgasm, and the waters rushed in as the Age of Aquarius began and everywhere Bastante went the dawning of the new age was beginning and the Age of the Wasteland was over, and the journey from our heads to our hearts had begun.
Gaaaak the Eskimo Shaman told Bastante, "we are making the longest journey humankind has ever made. We are making the journey from our heads to our hearts."
This is the journey out of our rational thinking minds, our dead-end, logical philosophies and our imprisoned, categorical existences, into our feeling, breathing, unthinking, knowing, unconscious and infinite bodies, the reawakening of our divine intuition, the reawakening of the divine feminine, the dawning of the Aquarian Age.
Mind cannot find peace. Peace returns to letting-go mind. As long as the mind seeks peace, or anything else for that matter, the mind wanders in the endless, timeless desert of the Wasteland on the ancient journey to the Dark Tower, the prison of the ego. Only when the ego is consumed does the Dark Tower collapse, and out of the ruin lies only death, beyond which lies life itself, of course.
Letting-go mind is the mind of meditation. Letting-go mind is the empty mind aware only of breath, posture, and sensation. This is the experience of mahamudra. Western tantric traditions have reinvented the wheel according to context, as tantra is wont to do - and so we have skateboarding, snowboarding, kitesurfing, rock climbing, and the thousand other contemporary western tantras handed down by example from teacher to student. These tantras are merely ritualistic excuses to get out of the mind and into the body, embracing (rather than renouncing, which is yoga) the world of the senses.
Tantra is life. Bastante did yoga and renounced the senses, and then he did tantra and embraced the senses, and it was all the same to him because it was all empty, and he acted without anyone acting, there was only embodied, spontaneous, ritual, in context. It was beautiful to behold, and like I said, man was it beautiful to behold...
