Pax Cybernetica

Babylon was cornered, and dying.  the Temple Banks desperately needed a war so they could steal sovereign assets.  No war was forthcoming, so wars were manufactured, as had always worked in the past.

But Babylon was losing as many wars as she won these days, and stealing other people's shit was getting so costly... of course there was no alternative really, as Babylon didn't really have any other strategy.  But the wars were turning into political suicide, which meant Babylon couldn't dictate  Imperial policy.  Congress resisted.

So did the people - the rebellion against Empire was finally, at long last, getting organized.  Defenders of the Republic waged guerrilla warfare against a vastly superior yet inflexible and uncreative Empire.  And all around the world, little fish gathered together in solidarity to give the big fish the finger...

Peace was breaking out.  It made Babylon tremble.  Peace would bring Justice, and that would bring down the house-

mahamudra

Bastante Solipsis Marquez wasn't trying to get high, he was trying to get work done, but he kept accidentally getting high.  He was an artist.  It was in the job description, and he couldn't quit.

So.

So he meditated a lot to make up for it.  As we do.

The kundalini of Mother Earth was waking up, and raising the kundalini of the two-leggeds who were along for the ride.  It was exhilarating.  Walking down the stairs was as eye-opening an experience as climbing Everest.  Every breath was too profoundly miraculous to put into words, and nobody bothered trying anymore, except for poets, who did alright now and then.  The streets were full of poets actually, amongst the wizards and elves and whatnot.

Like I said, it was exhilarating.

The good was getting better and the bad was getting worse.  That's what Dickens meant to say.  It was the best of times because the good just kept getting better, and it was the worst of times because the bad just kept getting worse.  This is kundalini - whatever is not in alignment gets purified through burning fire, so the good feels great and the bad feels terrible.  The divergence of extremes intensifies, as a dichotomous polarity, until there is a quantum leap, a valence shell transfer, and the polarity is unified in a higher dimensional perspective.

Quantum evolution.  The shift.  Everyone was just waiting around, growing food, catching rainwater, waiting for the currency to collapse and the government to fall, waiting for the aliens to come and the dna strands to activate and the past-life memories to come flooding back.

Bastante did lots of yoga, and plotted a comeback.

He'd sat in the temple for days and meditated and healed.  Patanjalin had come to him in a vision.
Patanjalin was Bastante's yoga teacher, and gazed at him kindly.

"What's the best yoga?"  asked Patanjalin.
Bastante contemplated the question.  "The best yoga is the yoga that makes you feel the most wonderful,"  answered Bastante, totally guessing.

Patanjalin seemed to accept the answer.  "What yoga makes you feel the most wonderful?"  he asked Bastante.

Again Bastante feigned confidence.  "It's different for everyone, but sex and laughter and food probably in that order."

They shared a laugh.  They were tantriks, after all.