The Modern Man

Bastante Solipsis Marquez had fully arrived as a dmt/aloha, permaculture/meditation consciousness.  He rode the wave, and sang the song, and the people were stoked.  He didn't seem to mind the pressure, and they didn't seem to mind the intrusion.

At long last, the Sat Yuga!  The new Golden Age!  Hare Hare Krishna!  Om Nama Shivaya!  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was the Maitreya dharmakaya, the very embodiment of the post-modern, information-age Quetzalcoatl, practicing and teaching the ancient secret yoga of happiness, the true art of living, the scientifically mystical craft of generally having a good time.  He was very precise, and absolutely with the dharma, but he surfed the wave of dharma so precisely and so effortlessly that the wave became visible and surfable to everyone, and so everyone together surfed the wave of dharma.  It was an extraordinary wave of collective consciousness, one consciousness seeing itself as 'all of us', riding the wave of dharma into the infinite experience of peace.

This story is pure wonky fiction,
an unreal fantasy,
utterly make-believe,
and imaginary.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was a character in a dream, and he knew it, and so woke up in the dream, and became lucid, and within the dream he asked to be seen by the Dreamer, and so came to be seen by the Dreamer, who in the act of seeing, became seen, as the mere emptiness and phenomenal light of the Dreamtime.

Through this tantric act of interweaving dualistic opposites into healing relationship, Bastante Solipsis Marquez manifested as the Dreamer within the Dream, and incarnated as an avatar of the Dreamtime.


His siddhi was being cool with it all.  Seriously.  Nobody could believe it was that easy.  He just made it look easy, but he made it look so easy, nobody could believe it.  Being really cool about everything made him so cool, it could be hard for people to handle sometimes.  But he was cool with it, even that, so it stopped being such a big deal after a while.  And before long everybody else starting being pretty cool, and after while everyone was just really cool with all of it.  And the world got peaceful, and chill, and everyone danced a lot and there was always some good music happening somewhere, and people stayed outside most of the time because it was always so incredible to be alive on planet Earth, experiencing whatever was going on in the world of nature.

The Sat Yuga.  Its a very good time, people.

Of course there was always a ton of stuff to do, it never ended and it never would, but people were committed to the well-being of the spaceship planet they lived on, because everyone was counting on them to, and ecological stewardship was the new standard by which countries, civilizations, and governments were evaluated.  It was the one thing that mattered more than anything else:  Are we cleaning up our mess?  Everything else was pretty much a secondary question.

Satisfactorily and definitively solving the problem of how to clean up our mess was what pushed Bastante to fame.  He got famous promoting hemp, kelp, mushrooms, bees, and worms as ecological rehabilitators, and spreading the now-accepted axiom that for enlightened society to maintain itself for any reasonable length of time, gardening must be center of public education.  It was Bastante's Ecological theory of Economics that propelled into consciousness the hypothesis that ecological rehabilitation reaps economic dividends.  The people dug it, and dug into it, and dug into themselves, and out of all this digging grew a truly vibrant public education system built around gardening as the centerpiece of public education.  And this led civilization down the path to infinite peace.  Everything was nurtured, all life had its place, healthy boundaries were cultivated, abundance was everywhere, all beings felt wealthy and prosperous, grateful and loving.

When he made love, planet Earth herself couldn't take his weight, and dropped through space shamelessly, endlessly, a petite and delicate planet dropping infinitely through the vastness of space, pinned helplessly under the weight of Shiva's lingam.  It was awesome.  He was famous, but he didn't take it too seriously, because that would have ruined it.  So he played it cool, and everyone else followed his lead, and the times were generally pretty radical and groovy.

He was good with words.  Vac.  Speech.  Language is the matrix through which light perceives itself. Pure light categorizes itself into language, which it can then communicate to itself with via thought.  Yes you read that correctly.  Bastante was the incarnation of pure intelligence, light which saw itself with perfect imperishable clarity, and passed easily through the matrix of consciousness and language without losing any of its truth.  He was the Logos, the Truth, the Speech, the Word, the spoken Sound of the Way of the Truth.  He embodied the Logos, like no one could.  It's what made him pono, and because laughter really is the best medicine, its also what made him lighthearted.  He fucked up regularly, and usually apologized and promptly forgave himself.  He embodied the Dharma.  He was Dharmakaya Good Time.

Nobody could believe it, but he didn't blame them.  He didn't believe it himself most days.  Was this real?  Nope, its not, he would remember - its just a dream.  No ego trip needed.  So it was all good.  He refused to allow it to be a big deal.  This relieved everyone, and it was a big relief to him as well.