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 -