Lament of Babylon

Bastante got up on stage.
This is what he sang-
he sang:
death by despair
I can't find you anywhere
death by despair
I can't find you anywhere
Oh Babylon
 Babylon
Oh Babylon
 Babylon

Man is worthless as the dust
driven to do the things he must
Man is worthless as the dust
driven to do the things he must
Oh Babylon
Babylon
Oh Babylon
Babylon

How many times
have I prayed to God to take this life
only to be told
to hang there for the army?

Oh how many times
have I prayed to God to take this life
only to be told
to hang in there for the army?
Babylon
Babylon
Babylon
Babylon

Siva Vishnu, Vishnu Siva

Siva renounces the world and leaves samsara in his meditation.  Vishnu leaves his meditation and returns to the world over and over again, out of compassion for all sentient beings.

Vishnu returns to the world to teach the dharma, over and over again, in times when the dharma has been lost and the cycle of the Eternal Dharma is to begin again.  He teaches the dharma of worldly life, the life embracing life.  He comes back as Krishna, He comes back as Rama.

Rama was a householder who preferred asceticism but practiced householder life out of duty.  Did you know that in the original version Sita fucked Ravana's brains out and Rama never touched her again?  He went into the forest and practiced asceticism, waiting for a time when the dharma would be widespread.  Maybe I just heard that somewhere.

At any rate, Bastante Solipsis Marquez wasn't about to do something foolish and believe in a woman's love, no matter how brightly lit the show.  He sabotaged his own relationships in order to keep himself safe from Sita's lies.  Nothing could get in.

Err.  He could feel himself roasting.  There had to be a way to let steam out-

Adam and Eve and the Immortal Dharma

The story of Adam and Eve is the story of Purusha and Prakrti.  Purusha is seduced by Prakrti, and he blames her for it.  Blaming her does nothing good and instead does great harm.  Purusha witnesses the great harm being done in the name of Blaming the Other, Blaming the Experience Itself, making the great excuse of life; it wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't my fault, I'm not to blame, it's not my responsibility, i'm a victim here, there's someone else responsible...

...until purusha witnesses the criminal behavior of dualistic thinking.  As long as Adam really thinks the serpent is outside himself he's delusional, and a hypocrite.  Only when Adam gets totally real with himself and owns phenomenal reality as his own creation does he acknowledge that the serpent is just his own shadow, looking for a great piece of ass to make babies with.  Sexual lust is an entirely forgiveable offense, although it is indeed an offense to God, who would rather we left creation up to Him. The act of lust keeps us in the world of life and death, which is actually fine.  Its judgment and condemnation of the act of lust that represses sexuality and poisons this mortal world, evicting us from the Garden.  In forgiving ourselves of our lust we enter back into the Garden.  This does not mean that we cater to our lust, or indenture ourselves to our lust, but it does mean we forgive ourselves for our lust, and integrate lust back into our lives, dropping the sexual shame.   Lust is the more or less the human condition.  In condemning our sexuality we are evicting ourselves from the Garden.

 So.

The war between the sexes was going badly, as it was wont to do.  Adam needed to create momentum.  He looked for an opportunity.  He'd been blaming her for his sexuality ever since he got religion, and became ashamed of his own shadow, his own mortality, his own impending death.  In his dreams he yearned for unreachable unattainable angelic pure immortality, and in his waking moments he resigned himself to a life of lust and its attendant responsibilities.  This technique of his, blaming her for his sexuality, was actually poor technique, he had to admit to himself.  Might there be a better way?    He thought about the situation; a remedy was obvious.  He forgave himself for his sexuality.  He forgave her for her sexuality.  

So we move from blaming to forgiving, and from this place of forgiveness we discover our innate compassion, and from this place of spontaneous compassion we are moved to act, out of love.  In seeing the great harm being done by witnessing without engaging, creating a vacuum in her which demands to be filled, ascetic Purusha willingly engages with, and successfully seduces, tender beautiful curious loving irresolute Prakrti.

This is the tantric engagement between Siva and Shakti.  Born not of desire but of compassion.  Siva's gift to Sati is Adam's gift to Eve, Purusha's gift to Prakrti.  Siva's gift to Sati is the gift of purusha, the gift of atman, the gift of brahman.  The eternal gives to the ephemeral a glimpse of eternity, but only as much as she can handle, and asks for.  The more she can lean into eternity, the less ephemeral, the more real and substantial Goddess shakti kundalini becomes.  Eternity is what gives ephemeral samsara its very substance.  Without eternity to gaze at in the mirror, the ephemeral cannot find its proper pulse and rhythm and thus falls into chaos.  Gazing into eternity is indeed how the ephemeral finds its proper pulse and rhythm, and in so doing, brings order out of chaos.

  This deepening and making-more-intimate the dance between Substance and the Insubstantial, the choosing of most vulnerable intimacy with the Goddess over the supreme Oneness of God...
...only to find oneself resting upon the supreme Oneness of God within the most intimate embrace of the Goddess...
...this tantric interweaving, this paradoxical balancing of opposites, this Way, this Tao, this Gita of Krishna, this Gospel of Christ - this nameless, worldly, world-forgiving path is the Immortal Dharma.

Tantra gives us an edge in sustainable civilization theory.  It's all of us or none of us, so we need to forgive one another, and heal. 

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was willing to fall in love with life, even though it was a bad idea and a general pain the ass and he knew better.  The more he fell in love with life the more life fell in love with him, and life had its perks.

But even though he was a big fan of life's perks, and was wholeheartedly committed to falling in love with life, Bastante never for a moment forgot that falling in love with life was a pain in the ass, and that he absolutely knew better.  He was just doing it as a favor, out of kindness, as a favor for a dear friend, life itself.  Against his better judgment Bastante Solipsis Marquez was choosing householder life over the ascetic life of a renunciate.  He was doing it because he was horny.  He was doing it because he was tantric.  He was doing it because he was in love.  He was in love with her - with shakti, with samsara.  She was his beloved, and he adored her.  It was a bad idea, falling in love with samsara, but the Mahan Tantric did it again and again and again, because he was stupid and in love, and didn't mind.  He was a light-bringer.  He brought the gift of the light to the darkness.  He was the paradox of good and bad, right and wrong, light and dark.  He was the timeless merging of opposites into wholeness.  He was the Bodhisattva mahavatara, the Mahan Tantric.  The world was his responsibility, for the world existed only as Prakrti, as the decaying detritus of Purusha.  The brightness of Purusha determined the quality of its decaying detritus, known as Prakrti.  The brightness of the world was his responsibility.  He went to work.

He wasn't falling in love because it was a good idea - it wasn't.  He was falling in love out of compassion for ignorant beings trapped in samsara.  And even though he fell in love with samsara, he never lost nirvana.  He fell in love with samsara, and meditated on the Absolute everyday to stay sane.  Even though he fell in love with illusion he never forgot the truth.  He was incarnating, and teaching, out of love.  Of course, his compassion was a form of ignorance, for there was no other, there was only One.  Illusion and Truth need each other to exist.  And so he incarnated again and again out of compassion for an Other that didn't actually exist, but only seemed to.  Ever incarnating, ever revealing truth to illusion, ever remembering the truth, ever forgiving illusion...

The other is always so convinced of its Other-ness that Oneness is compelled to approach it in a friendly, irresistable fashion, as an avatar within the matrix, knowing oneness is all that exists.

This is the story of the reincarnation of Krishna, the mahavatara, the chosen one, Quetzalcoatl.  As long as he is able, he bumbles through life in aimless fashion, an irresistable force, the embodiment of the Logos.  Lord of Yoga, teacher of Dharma, happy go lucky Bastante Solipsis Marquez arrived on the scene to explain the whole mess of duality and consciousness and usher in the Golden Age.  Having conquered his desire to conquer the world, radiating loving-kindness, the crazy wisdom master meandered here and there, healing the world through through his own lazy journey into wholeness.  He  was the last one to realize that his very presence, the purusha of which he is most intimately familiar, is the very conduit through which all healing occurs.  Simply by being present, we heal ourselves and our world.

The mahavatara healed the world by healing himself.  The whole world was himself.  Krishna was the great trickster, pretending the world was separate from himself, knowing the truth.  He was becoming whole, and the whole world was replicating the pattern, fractal hologram that it was.

He stayed hidden.  He used an alias.

He was Bastante Solipsis Marquez.

Purusha and Prakrti

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Rama and Sita

The story of Adam and the serpent is the story of Adam and Adam's shadow.  It is the story of man's discovery of sexual shame, the discovery that lust is the source of birth, death, and the world.  The story of lust is the story of the birth of religion, the birth of cultural sex-shaming for spiritual purposes.  Religion was invented to shame humankind out of following its sexual impulse, purely out of a recognition that sexuality is the mechanism by which samsara perpetuates itself and remains separate from God.  Religion comes from the pure volition to return humankind to the realm of angels by transcending the duality of sexual lust, but this first judgment, this first condemnation of sexuality, is the original sin.  The original sin is not sexuality, for before eating the forbidden fruit of Knowledge both Adam and Eve were innocently naked.  The original sin was, and is, judgment and condemnation of sexuality.  Lucifer gave Adam food of the knowledge of Good and Evil, and this food is Knowledge, which always brings with it pain, for it is Judgment.  It is our discerning awareness which perceives that sexual lust is the primordial mover of life itself, and recognizes that life itself is unsatisfactory, taking place within a matrix of space-time built by nonliving, numerical archons.  Math.

By perceiving lust as the cause of life and life as the cause of suffering, spiritual ascetics renounce the world, and their sex drives.  Within those realms of consciousness higher than biological life, sexual lust is absent.  The realms of the angels are not motivated by lust, but compassion.  Lust is the catalyst that propels angels out of heaven onto Earth.  The fallen angels weren't thrown out of heaven; they jumped out because lust compelled them too.

Angels fell from heaven to indulge in sex with earth women.  It says so in Genesis, and also in the Book of Enoch.  Fallen angels wanted to create in their own image, by breeding.  They wanted to create their own genetic bloodline through lust.  As man discovers this fact, man discovers that higher states of consciousness are available to the mind that are free of lust, states of consciousness that are far more refined and less painful than states of consciousness that are subject to lust.  As an act of self-love, then, men choose these higher states of spiritual consciousness that are untainted by lust, and in so doing ultimately create a society in which sex is regarded as impure and sinful.  Adam's discovery of spiritual brahmacharya is the judgment and condemnation of samsara herself, shakti, Eve, Kundalini, Prakriti...
Brahmacharya is the renunciation of the world.  It is the renunciation of samsara, mama maya.  Brahmacharya is the renunciation of forever-becoming in favor of eternal being.  Choosing truth over illusion, choosing nirvana over samsara, this choice is ultimately the choice of masculine over feminine, which leads to an imbalance between light and dark.  When the choice of brahmacharya is polluted into the mandate of sexual repression, spirituality degrades into religion. And religions tend to condemn sexuality.  Yet it is not the religious condemnation of sexuality but rather, spiritual truth itself that compels us to acknowledge that there is something to ascetic practice.  There is something holy in sexual austerity.  It transcends the world.

Be that as it may, we do not need to punish ourselves for having a sexual nature.  The world loves and needs our attention.  Without our devotion to life itself, the world would end.  Yes, lust does keep us separate from God, which is a tremendous suffering.  Yet we do it in service to God, that God might experience God's own creation, as though God herself/himself was looking into a mirror and seeing all our experiences of God.

All that is, is, and wellness means accepting what is.  God gave us sexual love, and we have no need to condemn it.  We have only the responsibility to not be blindly enslaved by it.   But as for breeding goes, as they say, to err is human, to forgive, divine...

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was the reincarnation of Rama.  After decades of extreme asceticism on both their parts, at long last Sita flew from her Island where she was Queen across the ocean to visit his mountain Kingdom, but she came during his absence, and self-esteem issues promptly caused her to spread her legs for the first guy she came across.  Only after the gravity of the situation settled in did she realize the magnitude of what was really happening.  He was insecure Rama, and She was insecure Sita, and the chaos had overturned order, and the world lacked dharma.

It was shit.  Life was shit.  Samsara was dukkha.  Bastante fired up his hare hare ganja, and grew out his beard and dreadlocks and practiced his yoga and renounced the world.  He was really just Siva, after all.  Pure undifferentiated awareness.  Sat Chit Ananda.  Existence Consciousness Bliss.

 Pure Divine Masculine.  Unattached to the world.  Unattached to lust. And everyone else could suck it.

But compassion crept in, compassion for beings trapped in samsara, and from this compassion was born the desire to be vulnerable, and to sacrifice oneself for the good of others.  From this ignorant compassion is eternally born the Bodhisattva Avatara and his Dakini Army, forever reincarnating into the world to teach the dharma.  The dakinis incarnate as beautiful damaged women who don't know their own worth, and take advantage of the Bodhisattva Avatara and feel bad about it afterwards.  Forgiveness is the mahasiddhi of the Bodhisattva Avatara, the Gospel of Christ, just another incarnation of Vishnu, a form of Vishnu, and pure Vishnu is Pure Divine Masculine. 

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was Siva.  He was Vishnu.  He was.  It was a paradox to be marvelled at.   He was neither one nor the other, he was both one and the other.  This is his nature.  This is the nature of the Mahan Tantrik.  The siddhi of ending conflict and bringing peace is the siddhi of weaving conflicting opposites into paradoxical wholeness, using the paradox of the in-breath and the out-breath as an embodied metaphorical example.  The breath is the fractal hologram experience of paradox, wholeness moving in and out through space-time.  Tuning into the paradoxical nature of the in-breath perpetually turning itself into its own opposite, the mind perceives phenomena as a tantric web of 'what is' forever changing places with 'what is not'.  This awareness of duality's inherently paradoxical nature resolves the paradox by becoming aware of itself.  This is known as the mind becoming aware of itself like water poured into water.  Purusha.  Pure consciousness experiences itself as pure consciousness.  There is no object, there is the experience of mind experiencing mind.  It is the nondual experience.   It is pure empty wakefulness, described as emptiness and light.  Form arises, always pointing directly back at the consciousness perceiving the form. 

Meanwhile, the Dakini Army was absolutely ridiculous, and Sita Sati Shakti Kundalini was their Queen.  She was the most ridiculous of them all.  She was them all.  She was all of it.  She was all of existence.  She was Shakti Prakrti.  She was ridiculous.  She was Siva's lover.  Purusha and Prakrti.  It was a love-hate relationship.  They depended upon each other.  Sometimes they just needed a lot space.

So.

Bastante saw his innate sexuality and his condemnation of his own sexuality and his aspiration for purity, and then he saw her innate sexuality and his condemnation of her sexuality and his aspiration for her purity, and then he forgave himself, and then he forgave her, and poured out his love for her everywhere he saw her, and he saw her everywhere, because She was, and is, all that is, while He was, and is, awareness of all that is.  There's really only one of them, reflecting the other in a mirror.  And that's some fucking straight up tantra talk right there, folks.

And just like that, Bastante Solipsis Marquez knocked it entirely out of the park, and the eternal war between the sexes ended pretty much right at the moment divine consciousness forgave itself for having filthy sexual needs, and she was able to openly admire his purity without depending on it and he was able to openly admire her sexuality without depending on it, and the Healing of the Opposites began, and the world moved noticeably in the direction of peace, prosperity, and wholeness.  Pretty much sums everything up, so far.  But it's really just the beginning...

Not quite Aardinarishvara

The Mahan Tantrik practiced his mahasiddhi, the maha siddhi of brahmachariya.
Women threw themselves at Bastante Solipsis Marquez, who laughed awkwardly with bemused compassion and smoked weed and meditated.  And he retained his seed, which was the whole point.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was a tapas brahmachariya.  He was a tantrik yogi.  He had renounced pleasure, and renounced distinction between pleasure and pain.  He desired nothing, and accepted all as it was.  No enlightenment, no union with God, nothing other than now was needed.  It was acceptable.  He was content.  And from this place of contentment with What Is, he could contentedly desire these desirable women without ever needing to act upon his desire.  For this is the true brahmachariya - the exercise of compassionate restraint.  The exercise of restraint is the true and ultimate maha siddhi.  It is this restraint that builds the reservoir of bindu.  It is this restraint that is the preserver of worlds; it is this restraint that saves the world from overconsumption.  It is this restraint that honors the feminine.  It is this restraint that acknowledges 'enough'.  Moral restraint is dharma.  It is Law.

More to the point in ecological terms, humanity must learn to practice restraint in our relationship with Mother Earth, and metaphorically speaking we must practice the tantric technique of interweaving opposites as we approach healthy relationship both between men and women, and humanity and mother earth.  Seeing the damage done by the perpetual dichotomies of yin and yang Bastante would speak openly of a Middle Way, wherein through the practice of restraint the boundary between yin and yang is interwoven and the true Adyashakti, Aardinarishvara, arises out of emptiness.  Imagine cultural fasting, and purifying, and detoxifying, and renewing.  Imagine living in a healthy cultural cycle.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez wasn't Aardinarishvara, really, but maybe he was. He was definitely Siva, and he definitely spent his time doing yoga and hare ganja.  But he would wander around the Lemurian Isles of the Western Elves singing softly to himself:

Om Om Om
Sarva Buddha dakiniye
Vajra Varnaniye
Vajra Vairochaniye
Hum Hum Hum
Phat Phat Phat
Soha

(Which translates as, "Dear God I love you, please send me someone to love who has my back")

equanimity

Bastante climbed back into his body from the dream world, and woke up in the morning.  It sucked, but it couldn't be helped.  Mornings were always nice anyway.  The weather on the tropical islands far out in the Great Western Ocean was basically the best weather in the world.

He crawled to life, of necessity.  He didn't like it that much, but there was no choice.  So he lived.  He lived marginally, on the outskirts of society.  He did not succeed at anything; he remained anonymous and hidden.  He led the life of a guerilla revolutionary, and a yogi.  It was a chore.

But he had to take a stand.  He had to do something.  He'd been lied to by everyone.  Church, State, and School, the big three were all total lies.  All three existed to propagate propaganda. Illuminati propaganda, about how Jesus was born on Dec. 25 and the pyramids were built by farming tribesmen, and lending money at interest was nothing historically controversial whatsoever, and secret societies never had anything to do with fomenting world events from behind the scenes.   He'd been lied to about the World Wars, about Vietnam, about the Gulf War, about Iraq, about 911, about JFK, about MLK jr., about Malcolm X, about RFK, about who build the pyramids, about how old humanity was, about where humanity really came from, the truth about fallen angels and extraterrestrials and the origins of high civilization on ancient planet Earth, and throughout the galaxy...  He'd been lied to about money, and about sex, and about God, and he'd been lied to about his purpose in the world, and humanity's purpose in the world, and injustice was pervasive and the truth was buried and ignored and the dharma was neglected and the world was suffering unnecessarily, and Bastante was morally obligated to skillfully intervene for the benefit of all beings.  The Truth had to be told, and the Truth had to be lived.  It was simply required of him, and it sucked.  He didn't know how to skillfully intervene.  He didn't want to intervene at all.  But it was demanded of him; it was his dharma.  So he led the life of a nonviolent guerilla revolutionary, and a dedicated yogi.  More than anything, he just wanted to feel loved, and feel like he belonged.  But he'd basically given up on that.  So he stayed ruthless and looked for an opening, and prayed for peace-

Peace Chief

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was an imperfect man who forgave himself, and forgave everyone else, even Satan himself, and in forgiving all he overcame conflict itself, and emerging victorious over conflict itself, he embodied peace, and radiated peace, and manifested peace. 

He was the Prince of Peace.  It was happening.  The Peace Chiefs were gathering on planet Earth.

Not being perfect is the critical element of the human condition.  If Bastante Solipsis Marquez had not suffered deeply, he would be lacking in compassion, would he not?  Success without failure leads to ruthless intolerance of any weakness, a tyranny of superiority over inferiority.  Only through wholeness, the merging of these opposites through the tolerance of forgiveness, can we see the blessing of our flaws as tools by which we grow into compassion.  Ironically, this is what our flaws are for, and once we learn compassion, we no longer need the flaws and can discard them at any time.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was discarding flaws.  His kundalini was waking up, burning through impurities contained within his chakras.

He forgave his shadow.  He forgave Satan.  He forgave Lucifer.  He forgave Isis.  He forgave the Illuminati.  It was over.  The war was over.  He forgave existence, and accepted all of it, and the War ended, and conflict ended, and peace began within the heart of Bastante Solipsis Marquez, and he became at peace with it all, and then there he was, at peace with it all, and it all happened all around him and he just kept meditating and doing his yoga. 

He was cool with it all.  He just was.  Because of the forgiveness received through Christ's crucifixion.  It set the karmic precedent, which ushered in an era of non-zero sum cooperation, in game theory language.  And in a fractal hologram cosmos, when non-zero sum cooperation breaks out anywhere, it breaks out everywhere, on every scale, which meant the golden age was golden indeed...

The dawning of the Sat Yuga

This is what Bastante Solipsis said to the tribal star children elders:

"Relatives, I want to speak briefly about yoga.  According to the science of yoga, our sun orbits the central sun of the Milky Way galaxy and travels through the equivalent of four seasons as it does so.  They're not called seasons in yoga, though - they're called yugas.  A Yuga is a period of time, and there are four yugas - the Sat Yuga, the Treta Yuga, the Dwapara Yuga, and the Kali Yuga.  They are the four ages of time, the Golden Age, the Silver Age, the Copper Age, and the Iron Age.  As we pass through the yugas, we pass though frequency densities of electromagnetic energy, and these energies resonante with various chakras.  We are coming out of a lower vibrational period, and entering into a higher vibrational period."

Bastante took in the room, and continued- "It is written that the beginning of the Kali Yuga was marked by the death of Krishna.  And the guru of Paramhansa Yogananda, a spiritual teacher of the highest order named Sri Yuktiswariji, wrote a book titled, "The Holy Science", in which he states unequivocally that the Sat Yuga is beginning right about now.  We are coming out of the Kali Yuga and entering into the Sat Yuga.  We are entering the Golden Age."

The Star Children listened with rapt attention.

"Relatives," said Bastante Solipsis Marquez, "Krishna is the great teacher of the dharma, and his death marked the beginning of the Kali Yuga.  He taught yoga; he was an incarnation of Vishnu.  And Vishnu will reincarnate again as Kalki, the last incarnation of Vishnu, at the end of the Age."

No one blinked.

"Krishna's teaching is contained within the Bhagavad Gita, the sacred text of Hinduism.  And in 2020, there is the distinct possibility that a young woman, aged 39 or 40, will get elected President of the United States of America, and she won't take her oath of office on the Bible - she'll take her oath of office on the Bhagavad Gita, the teaching of Krishna."

He paused for effect.  "Relatives, if the death of Krishna marked the beginning of the Kali Yuga, what better sign that the Sat Yuga has begun than the election of a  young Hindu female President of the United States of America who takes her oath of office by swearing on a copy of the Bhagavad Gita?"

Bastante Revealed

Bastante Solipsis Marquez didn't really care, but it was important to act like it all mattered a lot, so he played the role.  He was compassionate and he saw that people were insane.  He was insane, too, and he saw that as well, but despite his insanity, or because of it rather, he could consistently get a clear view of the truth in a way that he could describe, and through his descriptions of the truth, others were able to perceive it as well.  He was a clear channel, so to speak.  it drove him nuts, but he'd learned to live with it.  And hey, living with the truth was actually quite... well, it left everything else in the dust, obviously.

It was time for him to speak.

He went to a council of tribal leaders.  They meditated together for ten days in noble silence.  It was very beautiful.  High on the side of the Great Mountain of Goddess Island,  far, far off in the middle of the Great Western Ocean, tribal star children elders gathered, to meditate, and reason and plan a strategy for ushering in the dawning of the new age.  The mountain had been named Hale Akala, House of the Sun, by the old peoples of Goddess Island, and even they were not the oldest peoples of the island.  Ancient Lemuria had once been here, and lay beneath the waves.  The tribal leaders were Lemurian Star Children.  They were not traditional elders; they were star children.  Tribal star children elders.  He was their elder.  It was awkward, and super awesome.  He was impressed.

He was also very terrified, because he was being seen.

It was an awful, awesome experience for Bastante Solipsis Marquez to be seen.  He had hidden so well, for so long, that it had become second nature to him and felt perfectly natural.  Being seen made him queasy.  Being seen exposed him, and he'd stayed in hiding for a reason.

They were looking for him.

  He stayed hidden, invisible, under the radar, making no noise and causing no alarm.  There's nothing to see here, folks, just move along.  And he was a natural; he wore invisibility so well the Watchers saw nothing.  They watched his every move and saw only that he was hopeless and harmless, the threat wasn't real, there was nothing to worry about.  He's not the one.

That was just how he wanted it.

Just as Strider hid and mastered his craft with his Rangers in the forest, hidden from Sauron's watchful eye, and Hamlet feigned crazy to escape the wrath of his vengeful uncle, Bastante Solipsis Marquez was crazy and simple and allowed to go about his business, which incidentally turned out to be quietly plotting the overthrow of Empire, and ushering in the Sat Yuga, the dawning of the Golden Age, the age of peace, prosperity, and song.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was Kalki, the last incarnation of Vishnu.  Krishna was back.  The Mayans called him Quetzlcoatl.  And now, at long last, he had returned, and was being seen.  The star children were too perceptive, he couldn't hide from them.  He was not invisible to them.  They had found him.  He hadn't gone looking; he really didn't care one way or the other.  He was equanimous.  But it was too important an experiment to give up on, so the star children had found him, knowing he could help.  Knowing he knew the way, and could guide the world into the Sat Yuga.  It was terrifying, and beautiful.  Because the star children had found him, and shown him kindness, and invited him to gather and reason with them, the world could no longer ignore his existence, and his cloak of invisibility was cast aside.  The time had come for him to announce himself to the world.  Hamlet wasn't so crazy after all, even though he was, and the evil uncle would fall under his sword, and Strider wasn't really Strider after all, even though he was, and the armies of Sauron would fall under his sword, and Bastante Solipsis Marquez wasn't really Bastante Solipsis Marquez after all, even though he absolutely, indefatigably, eternally was, and is,  and he wasn't so worthless as everyone had assumed, himself included.

He was the Teacher.  And his pen was mightier than the sword, and the weight of his words would crush the Empire of mammon, and usher in the Golden Age, the Sat Yuga, the dawning of the age of the immortal dharma.


And so he taught the tribal Star Children elders.  And they listened.

"Gardening must be the centerpiece of public education,"  he said, and they listened.
"If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, but if you teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime.  Teaching children to garden creates a world of abundance.  Gardening must be the centerpiece of public education.  Schools will still have math, and French, and swimming, but we create a world of abundance and prosperity by making gardening the centerpiece of public education."

The star children listened.  It was worth listening to.

"Meditation must be the focus of scientific research and development," he said.  "Nikola Tesla, said something like, 'when we start studying nonphysical science, we will learn more in the first decade than we did in the last century,' or something like that.  Quantum physics is informing us that thoughts are things, and that we are literally creating what we believe.  For the sake of all sentient beings, we are obliged to notice our thought patterns and choose the ones that give us true joy, for these thoughts are based on love, which is mutually and holistically beneficial.  The healing of the world is done with our thoughts.  Meditation must be the focus of scientific research and development."

He went off topic:
"Meditation and gardening are like two wings of a bird, like a Buffalo Eagle with its head in the clouds and its feet on the ground.  Both meditation and gardening are necessary, for one feeds the other as the physical feeds the spiritual, even as the other feeds the one as spirituality feeds worldly life.  The first division of society is the division between those who focus on meditating and those who focus on gardening - the monastic and the householder.  The householder nurtures the monastic, and the monastic nurtures the householder.  Samsara nurtures nirvana, nirvana nurtures samsara.  The many nurtures the one, the one nurtures the many.  The village nurtures the shaman and the shaman nurtures the village.  Earth nurtures heaven and heaven nurtures Earth.  And so it goes."

The star children, as was their tendency when anything interesting was happening, continued to pay attention.

Bastante continued.
"Hemp must be the cornerstone of economic and ecological rehabilitation."  It was obvious he had mastered the art of stating the obvious.  It's what made him a master.  He was a master of the truth.  He stated the obvious.  It was hilarious.  It made him invincible.  He just didn't care.  He was the Logos.  He was the truth.  He kept talking, and it kept being the truth-

"Rudolph Diesel was a socialist proletariat who invented the diesel engine so that farmers (gardeners) could grow their own fuel and free themselves from the slavery of capitalist oil barons, but while only in his thirties, he boarded a luxury liner to  Great Britain but his bed was never slept in and his body was never found.  And the semi trucks on the highways and all the ships in all the shipping lanes are using diesel engines that were designed to run on biofuel such as hemp.  Farmers paid taxes in hemp.  Hemp clothes us, feeds us, shelters us, transports us, and-," he paused for emphasis and took a toke while he jotted something down in his journal - "entertains us."  He was being ridiculous, it just couldn't be helped.  Everyone got the point.

"Hemp by land, kelp by sea, relatives," he said, and the tribal star children elders continued to enjoy listening to what he had to say.  "Economic recovery must be built upon ecological resources.  Ecological rehabilitation reaps economic dividends.  The ecology is the goose that keeps laying golden eggs, relatives.  We must nurture the goose that lays golden eggs - we must nurture the ecology, in order to reap economic abundance."

"Hemp by land, kelp by sea, bees through the air, worms and shrooms underground, relatives!" Bastante Solipsis Marquez shouted with great relish, and the tribal star children elders cheered enthusiastically.  This was fun!  And this was a global economy they could put their backs into, a global ecological economy they could support and stand behind.  This was the recipe for sustainable civilization.  This was the blueprint for enlightened society.  Quetzalcoatl was no joke.  He was being seen, and he was being seen as a messenger of the truth, and he continued to speak the truth...

"We have to audit and end the Fed, relatives,"  Bastante said, and the room sobered up.  "We have to audit and end the Fed, and establish public banks, and instate a Jubilee Year, and establish a just, sovereign currency.  This is the recipe for sustainable civilization."

The tribal star children elders were all in.  They were crypto millionaires, after all.  With outstanding student loans, funnily enough.  They were all in, alright.

"Relatives, we need to require all publicly elected representatives to spend 1/3 of their time in office volunteering in a soup kitchen in their respective districts,"  said Bastante Solipsis Marquez, and the room sighed its assent.  So much suffering, so much long standing pain... all so elitists could avoid the reality of compassion.  How tragic!  What cause for compassion.  And so it goes.  The world would heal, and by making sure that willing public servants are the ones doing the public service, the Soup Kitchen Rule would facilitate effectiveness and efficiency, while defeating corruption at its source - the human heart.

"One final rule, relatives,"  said Bastante.  The tribal star children elders continued to listen.  "We must reform the penitentiary system into a monastic, sewage treatment penitentiary system.  Prisoners must meditate a minimum of 3 to ten hours a day, while building healthy soil out of sewage.  They rehabilitate the planet as they reehabilitate themselves.  This is the path of enlightened society."

He put his hands in anjali mudra, and bowed deeply.  The tribal star children elders sat up straight, put their hands in anjali mudra, and bowed deeply.  It was a very good council, and Bastante left quite satisfied with events -

Common Sense

The tide had turned.  The Spiritual Army was emerging victorious over the forces of mammon, the archon realm of matter.  Empire was falling down down, nature and the beauty of the natural world was rising up up up...  the collective was waking up to the fact that ecological stewardship reaps economic dividends and that exploiting the ecology to get rich was like killing the goose that lays golden eggs.  People were seeing the light.  Bastante was getting his shit together, and the world was getting ready to make gardening the centerpiece of public education.

It was the solution.  Simple common sense had won the day.  The healthcare crisis would be resolved in cost effective fashion as kids learned how to grow medicine- oops i mean food.  Unemployment would be replaced with self-employment.  Ecologies would recover, and their recoveries would reap local economic dividends.  Hemp would be the cornerstone of economic rehabilitation and ecological rehabilitation.  Hemp by Land, Kelp by Sea, said the Green Party bumper stickers.  Hemp and kelp, and worms for composting and mushrooms for soil building, and all of a sudden, as a direct consequence of ecological abundance arises economic prosperity.
Duh.
The poverty would end.  The scarcity would transform into abundance.  Caring for the Earth herself would become as obvious as caring for the goose that laid golden eggs.  Ecological stewardship would be the universally recognized collective human responsibility.  Out of this collective moral objectivity arises all truth, justice, and law.
The Age of Dharma had begun.  The Golden Age.  The Kali Yuga was over.  The Sat Yuga had begun.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was proof.  He was the reincarnation of Krishna.

He was Kalki, come at the end of the Age.  He kicked ass, and so did his Immortal Army, which had once again arisen to usher in the Age of Dharma and heal the world.  The great Spiritual Army had finally arrived, and was ready, and lo and behold, there was no war, for true victory is victory over conflict itself, and Bastante had emerged from all conflict truly victorious, and his mighty invincible Spiritual Army had arrived not to make war but to make love, for they had arrived to celebrate the lasting peace of the Dharma, the peace of the Golden Age, the celebration of life against the backdrop of the Clock of the Long Now.  The Spiritual Army was an army of Peace Chiefs, spreading peace and love of nature, spreading natural law, spreading the dharma.  The Spiritual Army was the army of Dharma Warriors, come to bring balance and harmony to the cosmos, and Bastante was their king, for he was Krishna returned.  He was Kalki, Quetzalcoatl, the world teacher.  No one could believe it, least of all him.  The times were heady indeed.
  His generals, mighty Kings and Queens, were gathering around him, and no more was there any confusion about what was happening.  The elven dna was obvious.  They sang together, and the wind accompanied them amongst the trees.  The world listened, and rejoiced.

Relatives, in the High Age, history is never written down.  In the High Age, history is sung.  It is history no longer, but her story, illogical, nonlinear, poetic, musical, emotionally charged...  history is made real through her story, by which she sings it into life...

Our best and brightest can continue to make bombs and money if they really want to, but the rest of us are going to grow food and raw material for shelter and clothing.  Duh.  And we'll spend our leisure time at music festivals in nature.  Duh.  And the high tech society everyone is so eagerly anticipating is a bust, people.  C'mon.  Nature is the healer.  Never forget that.

The sun comes up
 arise with it
and do the thing.
Do the thing with joy in your heart
 because the sun came up.
And the sun goes down
go down with the sun
to the land of dreams
and rest beneath the night sky
glad for the day that came
and glad for the thing you did
and glad for the hidden secrets of the night
because that is also the thing, relative
and we are here to do the thing, with joy in our heart, and humility in our approach, and roaring laughter in our attitude, yea, and even tears running down our cheeks-

And we can cover the globe with our cell phone glasses
but if we fail to do the thing
with respect,
in a sacred way,
treating life as sacred,
an opportunity to serve others,
a chance to give to the world,
then we miss the point of all we do.

We are making the longest journey humankind has ever made.
We are making the journey from our heads to our hearts.
Aloha.

Chief Tantra

"Let's have sex,"  she said.
"Great!"  said Bastante.
"But wait,"  she said, "I want an exclusive commitment."

Bastante studied her.  She had slept with several of his friends.  To be fair, they had been attempts at monogamy that hadn't worked.  She was a serial monogamist.

In Bastante's world, serial monogamy was emotionally equivalent to polyamory.  He tried to explain.
"Look, i watched you hook up with other dudes.  We had a connection, we liked each other, but you wanted to pursue something else.  No big deal.  I had feelings of jealousy and envy and insecurity and unworthiness and of course anger arise.  These emotions were my responsibility to deal with, right?  Its my job to experience these emotions, and be at peace with them, and find happiness and contentment in the midst of their presence.  They were my emotions, my responsibility.  Not your emotions, not your responsibility.  Right?"

She looked at him, waiting for the opportunity to get defensive and self-righteous.  So far, nothing.  She didn't like where this was going, but she couldn't help but agree with him, so far.

He continued.
"The source of my power comes from my capacity to accept reality as it is, without needing it to be anything else for me to be content.  This is the source of all power - the capacity to accept the truth, and be at peace with it.  And the truth is, I watched you hook up with other guys and it brought up negative feelings, and I simply observed my emotions without needing to do anything about it,  and maintained my peace of mind, and that's the heart of tantric practice.

"And because I've watched you date other dudes, I've trained myself to care for you unconditionally, regardless of who you're fucking.  And so I've already gone through the emotional hell of polyamory with you, because I've experienced jealousy and possessiveness and insecurity and anger while you did your thing, and overcame all those negative emotions with love and compassion.

"And now you want to shag, which is fabulous, but your version of monogamy is serial, kind of a time-lapse- polyamory thing, where you're with different guys at different points in time, then there's some breakup, and negative emotions, and blame, and then you move on... serial monogamy is basically polyamory without the self-reflection.  Its an attempt at avoiding jealousy and insecurity and possessiveness, by obeying some rule that eventually someone gets tired of obeying.  Externally enforced serial monogamy is a control trip, the accidental manufacture of codependence.  The only true monogamy is spontaneous, ever and ever affirmed in the present moment.

"And the jealousy and insecurity and possessiveness you fear and wish to avoid, I wish to also avoid, but in loving you and watching you do your thing I have gone through it already.  And with every breakup you experienced all these negative emotions, anyway, despite your intentions to stay safe.  Your monogamy is serial, and so you go through pain again and again after every breakup.  And if we get together you are destined to go through it with me, regardless of whether or not we are polyamorous, because according to your pattern we will break up in the end which will bring up all the negative emotions you've been hiding from.  You have spent your life avoiding the negative emotions that arise in intimate relationship, and are still running away.  It's time for you to face these negative emotions, and be at peace with them.  Confronting our own negative feelings and being at peace with them is the heart of tantric practice.  It is how we bring light to the darkness."

As he expected, she said something mean and refused to talk to him any more.  Most chicks couldn't handle the truth.  Bastante sighed, and went back to his mediation-

The Border Issue

...and so it went.  Agonizingly, painstakingly, Bastante Solipsis Marquez developed his strategy for taking over the world.

He would take over the world by mastering his body, and his mind.  Due to the fractal nature of the cosmos, as within so without and all, Bastante could harness the power of the Whole by harnessing the power of any part, and as he yoked his system together and his mind learned to absorb into its own nature, disregarding all sensory phenomena, he cultivated the capacity to observe, perceive, and optimize the hologram of reality simply by observing, perceiving, and optimizing his own inner system.

He could feel himself on the inside, and as he oriented around his own centerline, the universe did the same.  This was the great tantric alchemy of the ages, the awakening of the cosmic serpent, the global ascension via kundalini shakti, the blessing of the Holy Spirit.  He was Siva, the Lord of Yoga.

At least it felt that way sometimes.  Other times he felt like an immature and selfish moron.  He knew he wasn't much good, he knew he had no cause to be respected.  He was a sadhu, a hippie.   He contributed nothing to the world.  He simply wandered around in nature and soaked up sunlight.  And did lots of stretching, and breathing, and tuning in to the sound of his own breath, and the sensations of breathing around the nostrils and upper lip.  And felt guided to do so.

It didn't make sense to get all caught up in a career or even a family.  Better to stay caught up in the present moment.  It was the literal full-time job.

But this was the catch:
The mind cannot find peace.  Peace returns to letting go mind.
In letting go of all the mental chatter that comes with modern life, Bastante emptied his awareness out, and created a vast depth of space into which spirit could whisper and be heard.  Bastante, in his sadhana, had learned to tune in to the channel of the Divine.

...and the Divine told him everything he needed to know.  So much so that he got a bit of a reputation, and people kind of knew all about it, and came to him when they had serious shit they needed to discuss with the Divine.

And the Divine made so much sense, it was just kind of obvious.  The Divine would say things and everyone would go, "Duh."

Like the border issue.  Too easy.  Someone asked his opinion on the border issue, and after pausing to breathe and clear his mind, this is what the Divine told Bastante to say:

"Look, give a man a fish and feed him for a day, right?  Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime, right?  So everyone is gathering at the southern border because we are basically giving out fish, right?  I'm speaking metaphorically, of course - we're not literally giving out fish, we're literally feeding people, and sheltering them, and then maybe teaching them skills so that they can feed and shelter themselves.
 So we basically solve the border issue by teaching people to fish, right?  Again I'm speaking metaphorically - we need to teach people to sustainably feed and shelter themselves, right?  So basically, we need to export a new paradigm in which gardening is the centerpiece of public education, so that everywhere in the world creates maximum self-sufficiency in terms of sustainable food and shelter production, right?  Because a world of local and national ecological abundance is the key to mitigating immigration pressure."

People looked at him.  It was too obvious.  it couldn't possibly be that obvious, could it?  They kept looking at him.  What the fuck was he talking about?

 He wouldn't shut up.
"Look, there's no such thing as a free lunch, right?  But listen, if a whole country makes gardening the centerpiece of public education, then think about all of the orchards and food forests that are going to be around every school, and every church, and every library, and every town hall, and every old folks home, and every animal shelter and every homeless shelter, and of course its obvious that in a country like that Mother Earth herself would hand out free lunches every day to everybody in the whole country!  Right?  And kids would go to school in order to learn how to maintain and upgrade the ecology, and maximize its long term sustainable yield and resilience."

People just couldn't believe it.  what an asshole!  Was it really this obvious?  It was insane.

"The ecology of Mother Earth is the goose that keeps laying golden eggs, relatives,"  he said.  "As long as we nurture the goose, we receive an abundance of riches.  We all know not to kill the goose just to get the riches, but we need to learn not to kill the ecology just to get the riches."

And they were hooked.  He was right.  Immigration, health care, education, prison reform, environmental degradation, economic decline... there was no end to the issues that national gardening public education initiatives couldn't improve or possibly even resolve.  On the cheap, no less.

The more they thought about it, the more sense it made.  A healthy economy is created out of a healthy ecology.  Ecological rehabilitation reaps economic dividends.  This guy, Bastante, he said obvious things that made sense and people had no choice but to agree with him, and ally with him, and stand up for what he said.  The fact that he was a yoga weirdo didn't seem to bother anyone too much.  He had a lot of midwestern common sense, for a yoga weirdo.  That was his angle, actually.  He had too much midwestern common sense to come off as weird.  The Lord of Yoga was really just a common sense yoga guy.  It was absolutely hilarious, when you thought about it.

The psychology is a fractal of the ecology.  We heal the psychology as we would heal the ecology, by healing all of its separate parts and healing all of its parts as a whole, where no part is left out or isolated from the whole.  This is how we heal the psychology, by gazing into our own behavior with such clarity and compassion that everything hidden in darkness is seen by the light.  And this is how we heal the ecology, by healing all parts and weaving them into wholeness.  And Bastante had seen his various parts, and seen his wholeness, and now everything out there was unifying as his own conscious experience had already foreseen...

nothing

In his famous book, 'The Structure of Scientific Revolutions',  Steven Kunz popularized the term 'paradigm shift'.  He famously pointed out that paradigm shifts don't take place when the old paradigm stops working.  Rather, paradigm shifts take place when a new paradigm arrives that works better than the old one.

People don't abandon a sinking ship because its sinking.  People abandon a sinking ship when a floating ship passes close by.  

The world is watching the old paradigm collapse.  It is disgusting, incredibly violent, and grotesque.  The criminality, the immorality, the depravity involved is not merely sickening, but so disturbing as to make decent people question either the motives or the power of God.  Does God allow this?  Does God choose to tolerate this?  Does God lament this powerlessly, as we do?  

The world looked fucked.  And indeed, from the perspective of the old paradigm, the world was fucked.  

But the world wasn't fucked.  The old paradigm was fucked.  Unbelievably profitable corporations, an immoral ruling class, extraordinary lies from government, religion, and school, a hate-filled criminal cartel that was brainwashing the planet with unbelievably sophisticated psychological manipulation, violence, conflict, zero sum games... this was all part of the old paradigm that had no place in the world.  It was obsolete.

Everything was obsolete.  Bastante had been told a long time ago that religion was for people who were afraid of hell and spirituality was for people who had already been there.  The world had already been through hell and had no further use for religion.  Spirituality was everywhere, regardless of whether it made sense.

Women were mad at men, men were mad at themselves.  Men were mad at other men, and secretly mad at women.  The original conflict was the conflict between the sexes.  It was not healing on its own.  Sex was still backwards.  Men still suspected women were trying to replace them with genetic upgrades of themselves, and felt threatened.  Every time a woman urged a man to cum he subconsciously felt her stealing his life force, condemning him to obsolescence as she brewed up his improvement.  So he came, and resentfully tried to escape with his life, creating a world of unhealthy relationship.  Tantric sex was considered dirty, weird, and taboo.

Government was obsolete.  The tech was available for everyone to vote a few hours a day on everything that mattered, while robots did all the 'work' necessary for civilization to function.  Of course, the deep state was preventing it from happening, and nobody talked about it.  The obvious revolution was not being talked about.  People were actually free to be creative and loving, which would ruin everything the power structure was based on.  

Bastante was super depressed.  He tried not to be.  He worked hard to stay positive.  There was an enormous amount to be grateful for.  He knew the new paradigm was inevitable.  He just didn't know if he would live to see it, or if he would be too old and ruined to care when it arrived.  He had been an optimist once.  Now he just hoped he could die fighting,  Or rather, he hoped he could die without violence, and without selling his soul.  But he didn't have much confidence in anything.  

The medical profession, the legal profession, the banking profession, the teaching profession, all had been compromised.  Hollywood had compromised artists, Wall Street had compromised everyone else.  There was nothing moral that remained.  Churches couldn't love, Governments couldn't serve, partners couldn't be kind or patient or loyal.  The world was loyal to mammon and mammon only.

God was less real.

Bastante remembered that being well adjusted to a sick society was not a sign of health.  He was not well-adjusted to this very sick society.  He was watching it destroy itself, and not wanting to be a part of it, but wanting to be a part of something.  In many ways he was healthy, healthy enough to abandon the sinking ship without a sailing one in sight to swim towards.  he just knew he had to swim.

It was tough.  America was trying to slit the throat of everyone while it still could.  America wrecked Libya, Afghanistan, Ukraine, tried to wreck Syria, Venezuela, Iran, all to steal their shit.  America tried to wreck Russia, China, and pretty much tried to wreck all of south America.  America was trying to wreck everyone and everything, trying to steal every last bit of wealth from everyone everywhere.  It was so gross.  Millions of innocent people being murdered.  For profit, by rich people who are already megarich.  Meanwhile poor people obeyed the laws or else. It made Bastante furious.  

All too often he felt a need to be better adjusted to this sick society, to fit in, to go with the current.  he couldn't.  he tried.  It didn't make sense to care about his career when the whole world was dying from toxic contamination and resource despoliation.  It just didn't make sense.  He couldn't fit it, and he couldn't find his way alone either.  He just waited, as Jesus said in the Bible, waiting vigilantly, for something good to happen, and the world to be saved...

no one really seemed to care, because no one could do anything about it.  The world just waited, tried to have a good time, and wondered what the fuck would happen next.  Wondered if those fuckers who did 911 would ever go to trial...

On the Lunatic Fringe with the Holy Man Band

Bastante looked around at what he had.  He had Arjun Cookie Bear, eating cookies.  He had Bhimavata Singh, Wind Lion, singing to himself.  Turtle Rider tuned his banjo, while Dolphin Wave chopped open a coconut.  Dan the Messiah had an undeniably Christlike beard; Spirit Wolf they called him, leading the pack of unruly musicians with his steady rhythm guitar and hare krishna lyrics.  Dan the Jew had no beard at all, but a good beach tan and a drum.  Running Wolf they called him.  Desert Mouse had a big African jimbe, and psychedelic mushrooms.

Dreaming Eagle had a good finger style soloing technique, and Liontruth kept it all together with the snare, the hi-hat, and the foot-pedal bass.

The Holy Man Band.  Everything was sacred and nobody mattered.  The music poured into reality, shaping it, sculpting dharma out of chaos.  Absolute meaning repurposed the universe, opening the gateway to infinity and beyond.  God and God's creation merged into one, and creating experienced itself and grew out of its own experience like water being poured into water.  Bastante had to take breaks.

He was the Spirit Bear.  He was the Dharma Lion.  Quetzalcoatl.

Feathered Serpent.  Bearded Dragon.  Kundalini Yogi.

Siva.  Lord of Yoga.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was a reincarnated avatar of no small importance.  As the world entered into the high-vibrational lightwaves of this galactic neighborhood, Bastante's dna underwent spontaneous evolution, corresponding to his yogic sadhana.  He was epigenetically evolving.  Specifically, his body was orienting around moola bandha, leading to a sense of infinite capacity and resource.  While far from yoni mudra, his evolving and maturing sense of moola bandha was more than enough for his kundalini to stir and kick and shake about, moving beyond the blockages of the second and third chakras, moving even through the blockages of the fifth chakra and beyond, up into the sixth and bindu (seventh) chakras.  His system was simply blowing up, getting jacked with higher dimensional frequencies that he was assimilating with extraordinary capacity.  His sadhana had quite literally taken him to a place where he was endogenously producing his own pituitary and pineal highs; endogenous lsd and dmt.  It was extraordinary, and he could feel his posture, his structural organization, self-optimizing in epigenetically significant fashion.  i.e. this postural upgrade would be passed on genetically were he to fuck and breed.

Fascinating.  The extraterrestrial intelligence being channeled through Bastante's open awareness found sexuality to be extraordinary beyond all manner of intellectual curiosity.  It simply had to be experienced, again and again, to be fathomed and appreciated, without ever being understood.  The experience, the physical experience of penetrating into and dwelling within the actual, physical Other - this was pure intelligence, pure empty consciousness, manas, creating and then experiencing its own creation within the matrix of physical reality - the most satisfying of all creations, the creation of opposites and the creation of their interpenetration into most satisfying unity...

It was true that loving sex and loving women was Luciferian.  Lust was a Satanic vice.  Angels didn't get horny and fuck.  Only fallen angels did that.

And men.  Men were made of fallen angel cum dripping into the vagina of the earth women, the fertile tender dark things with big eyes and smooth thighs that made men fall from heaven again and again, lifetime after lifetime...

men lusted after women, and this made the world go round.  Which was never God's idea, by the way.   God was hoping we wouldn't be so horny, or rather, God was hoping we wouldn't be so impatient to cum.  God was hoping we would practice tantra.

But men were bred of fallen angels, and cannot tame our lust and are not fit to live.  We are condemned, bred of Lucifer and his lust for women.  Men were bred for the pit, and we know it - but we are forgiven by Christ, and for those of us who know this truth, the pit is no longer out destiny.  We are sinners bred only for the pit, but we have been forgiven for our lustful nature, and in being forgiven our lustful natures are seen and tolerated by God.  God and the angels are disgusted by man's need to fuck, but tolerant of it nonetheless, and unwilling to wipe us out just because we can't put our dicks away.  Man is forgiven for his lust through Christ's redemption.  We can be ashamed of our lust, but we don't need to repress it.  It's embarrassing, but its not criminal.  As a consequence of Christ's death and resurrection, men don't need to hate themselves for failing to be angels anymore.

Men everywhere enjoyed this tremendous good news, and no one anywhere enjoyed it more than Bastante Solipsis Marquez.

Bastante was done punishing himself for failing at being an angel.  He enjoyed life.  He enjoyed coconuts, and papayas, and bananas, and avocados, and sunrises, and sunsets, and the waves, and the wind, and the rain, and women most of all.  Bastante was usually horny, and liked it that way.  He enjoyed drinking beer, smoking joints, making music, and getting laid.  This was Luciferian behavior, and he knew it.  He forgave himself, he forgave Lucifer, and that was that.  Lucifer was a life-lover.  Life is change, and change is suffering, and Lucifer loves life and change and suffering.  Lucifer loves life because he is ignorant, as are we all.  Lucifer loves life because he believes it is real, as do we all.  Lucifer was the first to be deceived by the A.I. program called biological life.

Bastante had seen through the matrix, and seen through the illusion of opposites to the One.  He had stared down the A.I. program until it blinked.  It blinked and cowed, and while it never did like taking orders, it was very receptive to suggestions, as long as they were pono.

Bastante lived on the lunatic fringe.  He was a moon-lover, a Lunatic.  He was a child of God, devoted to the Goddess... this ancient path of nonlinear mysticism was the path of paradox, the path of tantra, the lightning bolt path, the left-hand path, the dark and illogical, most-powerful way...

It was fast becoming all too clear to Bastante and his male friends that sexual lust - the desire to breed with women, and reproduce - was essentially the desire for self-obsolescence via genetic replacement.  Destroy and reproduce rather than maintain and upgrade.  Their yoga was maturing and giving them insight into the nature of desire.  They were losing the need to compulsively breed, as it were.

Recognizing that the compulsive desire to ejaculate was the source of all aggression and possessiveness, while the repression of such sexual desire led to toxic neuroses, the sadhu sangha was recognizing that real freedom, real love, lay in nonejaculatory sex, sex without compulsion, sex wherein Luciferian passion is forever tempered with Christlike compassion, sex neither for procreation nor for recreation, but for healing, and union.

The masculine tantrik was not meant for separation, holiness, and superiority.  The masculine tantrik is meant for union, wholeness, and integration.  We do not reach for a better world out there - we appreciate the extraordinarily perfect one right here.

They were tantriks.  The Holy Man Band was no joke.  That's what made it so funny.

Yoga Teacher

She walked up to him and said:
     "Hi, my name is whatever...  and I want to make you obsolete by replacing you with your own dna upgrade.  Fuck me and cum in me please, and thank you."

     And he thinks to himself, "something ain't right.  She's basically trying to kill me.  Fuck these bitches."  And he fucks her, and cums, and runs away as soon as he can feeling betrayed.

And men are scared of being made obsolete by the genetic upgrades women keep producing, and there is this secret resentment and fear of women using up and then burying obsolete men.  Because they make us cum.

No woman no cry.

The distinction between householder and monastic is the distinction between the ejaculatory male and the nonejaculatory male.  Spiritual life is what remains when man matures beyond kamikaze-style ejaculatory sex.  Between the poles of procreational sex and recreational sex, both of which are fear-based, lies healing sex, which is not sex for the sake of instinctive orgasm but sex for the sake of conscious love.

And this is the necessity of tantra, of tantric education.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez had found his calling.

but the moon

The Holy Man Band

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was indeed the chosen one.  He radiated extraterrestrial intelligence.  Having seen through light and darkness, to the very beginning of all beginnings and beyond, he was the first wanderer.

This is the story of Lucifer, the light bringer.  Bringer of the dawn.  Bringer of beginnings.

Lucifer was the first wanderer.  He wandered from God.  With God's permission, of course.  Lucifer wandered from God as God's servant, to give God a new perspective.  God invented Lucifer as the Other, so that God could perceive itself.

Lucifer was the first wanderer, who wandered from God to conceive of, and worship, the Goddess.

Lucifer was a lunatic, a moon lover, devotee of Isis Inanna.

Lucifer was horny.

Lucifer is the first birth-giver, the first sinner,  the first father.  Lucifer is not content to serve God but desires to be God, and breeds with God's creation in order to create in his own image.  Lucifer is the bringer of the dawn.  Lucifer is the father of beginnings.  Lucifer lusts after God's creation, in order to create an image of himself out of it.  Lucifer breeds, Lucifer breeds, and in breeding, Lucifer breeds both light and darkness, birth and death, growth and decay.  Lucifer is the father of the impermanent world.

Lucifer creates the feminine to breed with her, the light bringer, the world lover, bringer of the feminine, birth and death, change, samsara, yin, shakti, sorrow, suffering, kali, the kali yuga, the age of machines...

Lucifer is the father of mortal life and sex and birth, the world of humanity, the world of sex and suffering and desire and death.  Lucifer is the progenitor of mortal man.  Out of immortality Lucifer bred birth and death, in order to fuck and cum and create, then destroy and then do it all over again.
Lucifer desired to possess God's creation for himself, and created her, and bred with her, and created images of himself that were capable and desirous of breeding with themselves.  Out of immortal and imperishable unity, Lucifer genetically engineered a mortal, fleeting, desirous and samsaric duality - a primodial split, as it were.  The invention of opposities, the fall from heaven into the world of the two sexes and their insatiable desire for one another, and their deaths and their births.

Lucifer was an angel who fell from heaven to be a man.  He wanted to fuck and breed and have children.  He wanted to serve Her, whose name was desire, lust and passion and life, Shakti herself.  Lucifer was a devotee of the Goddess.  And in serving the Goddess he willingly sacrificed his Godliness, and accepted mortality as the price of his slavery.  Lucifer had mighty antlers on his head, and hooves, for he was the God of the Forest, he was the Master of Life.  Out of the primordial ignorance, the bodhisattva's ignorant devotion to the world of the senses, the world of the feminine, the world of water and worlds and biological life and death, the world of change, the world of the physical senses,  out of ignorance was born man, slave of time and sorrow, slave of life and death, slave of the world.

Out of ignorance was born space and time itself, and also out of ignorance was born devotional worship of space and time.  Ignorant devotion to the Goddess, the matrix, samsara, shakti, Isis,  Babylon the Whore, the dark Goddess, the dark Queen, Adya Kali, the first one, the first slut, the first nameless hole which birthed God.

And Lucifer, bringer of the light, was responsible for this religion of opposities, this religion of sex and birth and death and impermanence and suffering, this religion called life.  And Lucifer laughed at those of the world who condemned him, for without him they would not be.  Humanity was a product of lust.  If there was no lust, there would be no humanity.  We would self-terminate in a single generation without lust. 

Lust is how angels fell from heaven and genetically bred women in order to breed with them, and bred with mortal humans, and gave birth to mortal humans, and got trapped in the cycle of birth and death and reincarnation and desire, and are now reincarnating as humans who remember everything.

And Bastante Solipsis Marquez remembered everything.

He remembered it all, for he too had mighty antlers, and hooves.  He too was the Forest King, King of the Waters, King of the World, Master of the World of Life and Death, the Mahan Tantric.  He was master of the world of desire, the world of sex and life and death.  The world of form.  The world of the Queen, the world of desire, the world of water and life and death.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was a devotee of the Goddess.

He was the reincarnation of Krishna.  He was Quetzlcoatl.  He was Siva.  He was unfathomable.  He was the Logos.

And yet Bastante was also a rastaman, a lion, proud servant of the One, servant of the true King, the Unity, the One, the Experience, unnameable Almighty God, Brahman, Jah, Allah, Wakan Tanka.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was the World Teacher, the Chakravartin.  He bestrode paradox.  He proudly defied logic, and logic humbly backed off.  He was an army of one.  He was the truth.  He tried not to let it go to his head.

Really, he was actually quite humble for he was honest with himself about his desires.  He had them, and not only did he have desires, he desired to act on his desires.  This made him a man, trapped in the prison of mortal life, rather than angel, immortal and unfuckable.  Bastante desired to breed.  Not to create babies, but to create love.  He desired union with attractive other.  And so he failed the perfect human test.  He was lustful, a sinner.  He was not perfect, nor was he even good.  He was horny most of the time, and lazy and stoned a good deal, and absolutely incorrect regarding his best guesses a fair amount.  He was by no means enlightened, but he was a little bit enlightened a little bit of the time, which made for highly entertaining educational value.  He knew he was a pathetic two-legged just like everyone else he'd ever met, and all of them together had been forgiven by Jesus Christ.  This unprecedented karmic transference was the alleviation of karma, and the birth of healing into wholeness.  And Bastante knew he was healing into wholeness, and because the universe was a fractal hologram, as he healed, so did the world.  And so Bastante worked hard at healing the world into wholeness, and as he worked, he healed, and so did the world. 

The world's karmic transference via the crucifixion of Christ was the atonement for Lucifer's fall from Heaven.  Humanity was forgiven for its lust, its desire to create in its own image, and humanity was saved from destruction.  Bastante knew all these things, and knew he was forgiven for wanting to @$%k so many pretty ladies.  And the war of the sexes was seen as the primordial conflict, and the peace between the sexes was seen as the Great Peace, and Babylon the Whore was forgiven, and overstood, and well fucked and well satisfied, and life was forgiven, and Lucifer was forgiven, and death was forgiven, and suffering was forgiven, and man was forgiven for his ignorant desire to love life, and reproduce it everywhere.  And the Maha-avatar was forgiven for not being above the world, but rather an attractive member of the world, as fully desirous and lustful and pathetic and forgiven as everyone else.  Bastante wasn't any better than anyone or any worse than anyone, but he channeled the divine better than just about anyone.  He was a clear channel for the Divine.  It was hugely entertaining.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez had been saved.  Forgiveness have given him new life.  He was no longer burdened with the inadequacy of being a fallen angel, the shadow of all creation, inferior to the likeness of God, forever failing to overcome his weaknesses of the flesh.  He no longer needed to be angelic, and could find rest and authenticity in being a man. And satisfy his desire for woman, too, as it were.  Which was legendary.

Because it was true.  He was the Lord of Yoga.  He was Siva.  He was the Mahan Tantrik.  He was the world teacher.  He was Krishna.  He was Kalki.  He was the water-bearer, He was the Aquarian water-bearer ushering in the Aquarian Age.  He was Quetzlcoatl.  Everybody dug him, and he dug everybody.  And he didn't want any of it to be a secret anymore.  He needed to be seen and heard, and he was compelled to get the world's attention.   And the world was ready to listen and learn, and remember the dharma, and align with the dharma.  And the Sat Yuga, the New Age, was ready to begin.

Gardening would be the centerpiece of public education.
Meditation would be the cornerstone of public health, and scientific research and development.
Money printing would be the exclusive right of sovereign nation-states.
Economic rehabilitation would be built around hemp and kelp, and mushrooms, bees and worms.
Publicly elected representative would spend one third of their time in office volunteering in soup kitchens in their respective districts.
The penitentiary system would be reinvented as a penal monastic sewage treatment public service.


And so it began:  Bastante Solipis Marquez and the Holy Man Band got famous on their Naked and High tour, building grassroots momentum for enlightened society by having a good time and making people dance.

They sang lyrics like this:

" I know your face,
I know that sound
I know this place,
I been around..."

"Good Lord I'm on fire,
take me higher and higher
burning with desire"...

"Sex desire,
birth and death
change and suffering
world of man..."

It was just the beginning.  word was getting around.

Boring Space War

The Kundalini of Mother Earth was waking up.  It was waking up the world, and everyone's kundalini was taking off.  These were heady times.  The good were getting better and the bad were getting worse.  That's really what the guy Dickens meant.

The magnetic North Pole was moving so rapidly they had to do an unplanned global software update so the gps satellites stayed on track.  The electromagnetic charge of the planet was going haywire.  The Schumann resonance, the planetary frequency, had doubled in the last two years.  Antarctica was melting, and rumors abounded that something had been found down there...

Bastante Solipsis Marquez knew what was buried in Antarctica.  He'd worked there in his youth, as a subcontractor for the Government.  The sun stayed in the sky all day and all night for five months, and then set in a slow month long circle, ending in total darkness that lasted five months.
and at some point during his year long tour of duty, he'd been shown pyramids deep beneath the ice.  They were on, and running.  He didn't know what that meant.  He felt he'd been brainwashed.

The Pyramids were on and running, and they were powering a grid of some kind.  Nothing made sense.  Absolutely nothing made sense.  Ancient sites around the planet far older than mainstream history allows for.  The flagrant war crimes of Iraq and Libya.  The inside job of 9/11.  Privately owned Federal Reserves.  What the hell.

This is what Bastante thought he remembered:

There was an intergalactic war a long time ago, as the last galactic empire collapsed.  The last days of the war saw some kind of retreat to our solar system, where a final battle seemed to take place.  Around our sun, a planet was destroyed, and another partially so.  The partially destroyed planet hurtled through the solar system, may have slammed into Earth or the moon...  anyways it ended up in parts, with the solid core orbiting close to the Sun as Mercury and the gas further out as Venus.  The destroyed planet forms the asteroid belt outside Mars.  Mars was once inhabited.  It seems like the same entities that wanted to control the galaxy wanted to control at least mars, and they destroyed it rather than lose it, and came to earth...
And who built the pyramids?  The really ancient ones?  Bastante got headaches and sweats thinking about it.  He remembered things, but he was being brainwashed by the CIA and couldn't find his own thoughts.  There might be surgical implants in his body that a government agency had installed; he suspected so.  It felt like his body was rejecting them.  He was lit up with kundalini; he would lay awake at night getting thrown about into extreme yoga poses by his own energy.  He would work and sweat for hours, and awake feeling refreshed.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was an extraterrestrial.

He was a higher dimensional being inhabiting a human body.  It was nuts.  He was remembering that he was actually a higher dimensional being inhabiting a human body, and his whole human ego was just burning up in flames around him.  It was hilarious, from the perspective of that which wasn't him.    The extraterrestrial perspective recognized the human ego as a limitation and was gently and meticulously polishing it into submission.

Bastante had been born of a woman, but was being born again as a cosmic being, whose mother was Devi, whose father was Brahman.  His kundalini was awake; he was awake and lucidly dreaming within the dream.  He was the maha-avatar; he remembered crash-landing his ship here on Earth, he remembered the space wars, and the cloning, and the reason for the whole experiment, he remembered his mission, and his destiny in this human lifetime, for he saw deep within himself and he saw only Krishna.  By which I mean the spirit of irresistible attraction to the Divine.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was permeated with the Divine, and was imbued with irresistible attraction.  But he knew that breeding was a ruse that he himself had invented...