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.
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