"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-
Saturday, March 30, 2019
Friday, March 29, 2019
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...
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...
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
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...
Saturday, March 23, 2019
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.
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.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
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.
"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.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
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.
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.
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