Adam and Eve and the Immortal Dharma

The story of Adam and Eve is the story of Purusha and Prakrti.  Purusha is seduced by Prakrti, and he blames her for it.  Blaming her does nothing good and instead does great harm.  Purusha witnesses the great harm being done in the name of Blaming the Other, Blaming the Experience Itself, making the great excuse of life; it wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't my fault, I'm not to blame, it's not my responsibility, i'm a victim here, there's someone else responsible...

...until purusha witnesses the criminal behavior of dualistic thinking.  As long as Adam really thinks the serpent is outside himself he's delusional, and a hypocrite.  Only when Adam gets totally real with himself and owns phenomenal reality as his own creation does he acknowledge that the serpent is just his own shadow, looking for a great piece of ass to make babies with.  Sexual lust is an entirely forgiveable offense, although it is indeed an offense to God, who would rather we left creation up to Him. The act of lust keeps us in the world of life and death, which is actually fine.  Its judgment and condemnation of the act of lust that represses sexuality and poisons this mortal world, evicting us from the Garden.  In forgiving ourselves of our lust we enter back into the Garden.  This does not mean that we cater to our lust, or indenture ourselves to our lust, but it does mean we forgive ourselves for our lust, and integrate lust back into our lives, dropping the sexual shame.   Lust is the more or less the human condition.  In condemning our sexuality we are evicting ourselves from the Garden.

 So.

The war between the sexes was going badly, as it was wont to do.  Adam needed to create momentum.  He looked for an opportunity.  He'd been blaming her for his sexuality ever since he got religion, and became ashamed of his own shadow, his own mortality, his own impending death.  In his dreams he yearned for unreachable unattainable angelic pure immortality, and in his waking moments he resigned himself to a life of lust and its attendant responsibilities.  This technique of his, blaming her for his sexuality, was actually poor technique, he had to admit to himself.  Might there be a better way?    He thought about the situation; a remedy was obvious.  He forgave himself for his sexuality.  He forgave her for her sexuality.  

So we move from blaming to forgiving, and from this place of forgiveness we discover our innate compassion, and from this place of spontaneous compassion we are moved to act, out of love.  In seeing the great harm being done by witnessing without engaging, creating a vacuum in her which demands to be filled, ascetic Purusha willingly engages with, and successfully seduces, tender beautiful curious loving irresolute Prakrti.

This is the tantric engagement between Siva and Shakti.  Born not of desire but of compassion.  Siva's gift to Sati is Adam's gift to Eve, Purusha's gift to Prakrti.  Siva's gift to Sati is the gift of purusha, the gift of atman, the gift of brahman.  The eternal gives to the ephemeral a glimpse of eternity, but only as much as she can handle, and asks for.  The more she can lean into eternity, the less ephemeral, the more real and substantial Goddess shakti kundalini becomes.  Eternity is what gives ephemeral samsara its very substance.  Without eternity to gaze at in the mirror, the ephemeral cannot find its proper pulse and rhythm and thus falls into chaos.  Gazing into eternity is indeed how the ephemeral finds its proper pulse and rhythm, and in so doing, brings order out of chaos.

  This deepening and making-more-intimate the dance between Substance and the Insubstantial, the choosing of most vulnerable intimacy with the Goddess over the supreme Oneness of God...
...only to find oneself resting upon the supreme Oneness of God within the most intimate embrace of the Goddess...
...this tantric interweaving, this paradoxical balancing of opposites, this Way, this Tao, this Gita of Krishna, this Gospel of Christ - this nameless, worldly, world-forgiving path is the Immortal Dharma.

Tantra gives us an edge in sustainable civilization theory.  It's all of us or none of us, so we need to forgive one another, and heal. 

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was willing to fall in love with life, even though it was a bad idea and a general pain the ass and he knew better.  The more he fell in love with life the more life fell in love with him, and life had its perks.

But even though he was a big fan of life's perks, and was wholeheartedly committed to falling in love with life, Bastante never for a moment forgot that falling in love with life was a pain in the ass, and that he absolutely knew better.  He was just doing it as a favor, out of kindness, as a favor for a dear friend, life itself.  Against his better judgment Bastante Solipsis Marquez was choosing householder life over the ascetic life of a renunciate.  He was doing it because he was horny.  He was doing it because he was tantric.  He was doing it because he was in love.  He was in love with her - with shakti, with samsara.  She was his beloved, and he adored her.  It was a bad idea, falling in love with samsara, but the Mahan Tantric did it again and again and again, because he was stupid and in love, and didn't mind.  He was a light-bringer.  He brought the gift of the light to the darkness.  He was the paradox of good and bad, right and wrong, light and dark.  He was the timeless merging of opposites into wholeness.  He was the Bodhisattva mahavatara, the Mahan Tantric.  The world was his responsibility, for the world existed only as Prakrti, as the decaying detritus of Purusha.  The brightness of Purusha determined the quality of its decaying detritus, known as Prakrti.  The brightness of the world was his responsibility.  He went to work.

He wasn't falling in love because it was a good idea - it wasn't.  He was falling in love out of compassion for ignorant beings trapped in samsara.  And even though he fell in love with samsara, he never lost nirvana.  He fell in love with samsara, and meditated on the Absolute everyday to stay sane.  Even though he fell in love with illusion he never forgot the truth.  He was incarnating, and teaching, out of love.  Of course, his compassion was a form of ignorance, for there was no other, there was only One.  Illusion and Truth need each other to exist.  And so he incarnated again and again out of compassion for an Other that didn't actually exist, but only seemed to.  Ever incarnating, ever revealing truth to illusion, ever remembering the truth, ever forgiving illusion...

The other is always so convinced of its Other-ness that Oneness is compelled to approach it in a friendly, irresistable fashion, as an avatar within the matrix, knowing oneness is all that exists.

This is the story of the reincarnation of Krishna, the mahavatara, the chosen one, Quetzalcoatl.  As long as he is able, he bumbles through life in aimless fashion, an irresistable force, the embodiment of the Logos.  Lord of Yoga, teacher of Dharma, happy go lucky Bastante Solipsis Marquez arrived on the scene to explain the whole mess of duality and consciousness and usher in the Golden Age.  Having conquered his desire to conquer the world, radiating loving-kindness, the crazy wisdom master meandered here and there, healing the world through through his own lazy journey into wholeness.  He  was the last one to realize that his very presence, the purusha of which he is most intimately familiar, is the very conduit through which all healing occurs.  Simply by being present, we heal ourselves and our world.

The mahavatara healed the world by healing himself.  The whole world was himself.  Krishna was the great trickster, pretending the world was separate from himself, knowing the truth.  He was becoming whole, and the whole world was replicating the pattern, fractal hologram that it was.

He stayed hidden.  He used an alias.

He was Bastante Solipsis Marquez.