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...
Monday, April 29, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
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?"
"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?"
Friday, April 26, 2019
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 -
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 -
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
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.
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.
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