The Rainbow King

Physical reality was manufactured by a consortium of vested interests:  namely, the four elements of earth, air, fire, and water.  These four elements cooperatively created physical reality, and all therein.  The four elements then incarnated as two-legged avatars:

The water element came into the world from the East, from the beginning, a flowing river, the Yellow tribes, the tribes of Knowledge and Wisdom, the simple and impossible Way;

The fire element came from the West, ancient, fearsome, warlike, the Red tribes, the Thunderbirds, the tribes of Song and Prayer;

The earth element arose from the depths, as the world all other beings came into; a fecund, rich and egolessly sensual world, which all others merged into and out of, into and fed from, the tribes of the South, the Black tribes of the Night, the Forest, and the Womb;

The air element came into the world from the North, the clouds and the wind came over the mountains, burning white, the tribes of Power and Truth, the White tribes of Shining Light, consuming everything before them...

these four elementals, having warred eternally with no victory, determined to create healthy relationship and ultimately incarnated as the various directions and then again as the various peoples inhabiting the various directions, and so on, the universe being a multidimensional, mind-made fractal of itself and so on.

The point of the evolutionary experiment was the noble aim of breeding a species composed of all four elements, a conscious living breathing being composed of all four elements.  It worked, and the World of the Four Directions came into being, and the Rainbow Warriors of the Light moved in and made themselves at home...

...and after what seemed like a very long time, long after the Dark Lords of Materialism had overthrown the Dharma, and the Empire of Mammon had reigned for what seemed cosmically like forever, the armies of the Rainbow Warriors of the Light began once again to gather together, and pray together, and smoke the peace pipe, and practice the art of noble silence, and the vibration of aum, and the sharing of prasad.  And the tantriks and tantrikas danced and sang, and the true aghoris amongst them got drunk and got laid.  And through the passion of the senses, genetic hybrids were bred, and continue to enthusiastically breed, with such tremendous success and enthusiasm that in the end, nothing can stop it, as it were.  It can't be stopped, it can only be contained.  Containing the passion of the senses is yoga.

 The ancient order of warrior sannyasins who chose to enter this "human" dimensional matrix out of compassion, in order to benefit sentient beings, pretty much knew they would forget their true nature, get addicted to the world, and might never come back.  pretty much everyone who voluntarily goes back into samsara gets sucked into the desire realm; that's its nature, after all.  You might graduate once out of ten chances, or maybe once out of a hundred, or a thousand.  Sexual desire was that seductive.

So, before being born into the human world of desire, these warrior sannyasins gathered together before birth in the vast wilderness spaces of nature, celebrating spiritual life, and out of these enormous spiritual gatherings evolved a consensus, which eventually cohered into a simple plan of action that was effortlessly set into motion by the Rainbow King.

The plan was this:  Reincarnate as humans, get born out of a human womb, take over the physical world and its entire plane of existence, and reintroduce the dharma.  And do so nonviolently, by competing for attention in the open market.  They would win market share by giving the customer what the customer really wants:  an awesome, magical, healthy world, and a good time to be had by all.

Capturing people's attention through entertainment.  We don't teach anyone by forcing them to pay attention.  Or rather, we teach them what we ourselves need to learn.  Pedagogy - the study of how people learn - tells us that meeting people where they are at is the key principle in effectively communicating instructions in such a way as to be heard, and gratefully understood.  Just as in conflict, making friends with the other is the prerequisite for conflict resolution.   If you're telling the truth but you're being pushy, then its not the whole truth.  If it doesn't make them dance then its not the whole truth.  The full truth is here now and no where else, and its unbelievable.  Just gently show people the truth, and they will see it for precisely what it is.  This is the superiority of the Tao over the Logos, for in language one must build a tower of words, whereas in poetry one may build a picture with colors and sounds.  So thought the Rainbow King, who through intense tapas, his spiritual sadhana, had made quite a notorious mystic of himself.  His sadhana had first convinced him of the necessity of inspiring people by having a good time with life, and then provided him with the tools by which he felt inspired and capable of inspiration.  He was the Logos, after all - the sound of the Truth.  He didn't teach the truth, he embodied it, in such a way that people were inspired to be present and experience his embodiment.

From a teacher's perspective, the learning must be first and foremost a good time.  It must be enjoyable; the kind of thing one looks forward to.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was selling the Dharma; He was out there selling a civilization built on meditation, a true sustainable civilization, and he didn't need to be pushy, for he knew that sustainable civilization was destined to sell itself, it didn't really need his help.  And if the dharma was square, something you couldn't laugh at and take your clothes off in front of, then it wasn't any good for people.  People needed the real Dharma, the one you could taste that made your belly feel light and full and your heart strong and your mind clear, so you could take the next step on the path...

Meeting the 'you' where the 'you' is at, not where the 'i' wants the 'you' to be.  This is tantra.  This is the non dual experience, continually emptying mental contents into the contextual background of former mental contents...

 By allowing opposites to be healed by the very differences that distinguish them, we re-open the obvious, ancient, new, way through the fabric of conscious reality.  This is the accelerated path, the 'backwards' way to wholeness - by starting with opposites and bonding them with a mutual paradox, we encounter non dual wholeness.

We literally kill opposition with kindness.  We annihilate our enemies by making allies out of them.  Cooperation outcompetes competition itself.  Over the long term, love is stronger than fear.  When there is no defense, there is no attack.  Where there is no attack, there is no defense.  True victory is victory over conflict itself.  This is the superior relationship between self and other,  between small self and the witness, between subject and object, between yin and yang, ego and atman...

As we begin to meditate, we observe the mind wandering away, and then we observe the witness that notices the mind has wandered away.  And here is the root of all conflict:  the paradoxical duality of the mind observing the mind wandering away.  This is the fundamental neurosis of the ego:  the ego is a feedback loop and cannot be identified by the ego.  In meditation, the meditator observes the mind wandering away and observes the witness of the mind wandering away,  and an infinite feedback loop of minds is observed by an infinite feedback loop of minds... and rather than a confrontational, schizophrenic attitude, the mind learns to forgive itself, and have compassion for itself, and ultimately enjoy itself - "Hello, old friend, I see you've come to visit me again," the mind says to itself as it catches itself in the mirror...
The mind observing the mind is the primordial war between opposites.  The mind observes the mind wandering away.  The mind wandering away is Lucifer.  The mind observing is God.  God observes Lucifer wandering away.  How does God respond?  God is wrathful, at first, and judgmental, but over time God becomes more tolerant, and compassionate, and ultimately forgiving... until ultimately God's relationship with Lucifer is like that of the Prodigal Son, and God patiently waits for Lucifer to return home, and out of this patient waiting is born a benevolent sense of humor.  Lucifer wanders away, and God laughs gently, calling out his name, "Hello, old friend, I see you wandered away again..."  and the mind observing the mind becomes nonjudgmental, and compassionate, and loving.

And two things happen:  First, God becomes more loving and tolerant, and second, Lucifer stops turning his back to God and wandering away.  The mind observing the mind becomes a continuous, healing, self-fulfilling feedback loop of open and accepting consciousness coming into contact with open and accepting consciousness, which is none other than itself.  The mind observing the mind then becomes like pouring water into water, the sacred non dual act of mahamudra, the pinnacle of Dzogchen.  

"Hello, old friend, I see you've come to visit me again,"  Bastante would say in the mirror every chance he got, just to remind himself of his own dualistic nature.  He said it to himself constantly while he meditated.  A thought would arise, and the mind would look for its cause and see... only mind!  It would see itself staring right back at him.  And rather than trying to be both of them at the same time, which was headachey and impossible, he simply let go and followed the breath out of the mind into the body, The breath was the paradoxical expansion and contraction.  The breath was path out of the dualistic logic of the psyche into the non dual experience of the soma.

The body.  The living Temple.  The manifestation of Truth.  The soma allowed Bastante to merge into himself, like water being poured into water.  He knew enough at this point in the game to abandon looking for himself, and was deeply satisfied with pouring himself into himself, like pouring water into water, which is simply poured into water, which finds itself poured into water...  It was the state of non duality.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez found in this non dual state true happiness, relief from the suffering that is thinking.  Bastante found relief from the suffering of the thinking mind in the Dzogchen practice of non duality, and stepped on the clutch in his mind, and shifted out of gear into neutral, and simply stayed there, suspending the citta vrittis, the mental chatter, the fluctuations of the mind... Bastante was awake, with an empty mind perpetually filling itself and emptying itself back out again, like a tide coming in and going out with every breath...

Bastante Solipsis Marquez spontaneously entered into the state of Maha Mudra, and stayed there.

And now that he was empty, he remembered everything.

Krishna was back.

He had reincarnated.

Thus began the new Sat Yuga.  They called him Quetzalcoatl, they called him the mahan tantrik, they said he was the reincarnated Maharaji.  He had ptsd from the stress of it all, and encouraged everyone to chill out and avoid caffeine and alcohol.  Once and a while he showed up at an open mic, but mostly he just kept to himself and posted online.
But the art of love always attracts attention, and people were starting to notice...