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okeanoem
old raver dropout vinyl
the mold smiling in the dust
rotting away is living;
a good song
none of it exists
its all totally fake
vibrations of psyches in deli’s
ingeppi
the universe slipping through these visions
mushroom teachers teaching
eternity, the wanti sages
its not like a uniform
it was just metaphors for the uniform
the psychedelic spirits, are the mythological shamans
immortal bodhissatva spirits
appearing eternally in the tao
to heal and awaken consciousness forever
through the entheogenic heart intelligence of forever
in a non linear way we can never know
yet we are all part of that river…
manifesting far out to bring it together, in all languages
jimi hendrix was someone like us, understanding
this life, it has its time, and it fades away
this is not the only existence
they came crashing together there, this is not the patriarchy
this is another dharma, they don’t understand it
we are those same spirits, coming back again and again
because life is good, and we are grateful for life and for the beats
and those who want to die can die,
we can’t look down on them for that, their spirit is somewhere else
they return to the one, but we are all the mushrooms, it doesnt stop
a vibration deep in the earth like that,
connecting back to wanti, all the stories,
they came from the same place, psychedelic music has no origin and no end
raving inside of wierd acid freak outs, we come together through the
musical notes
of some bodhisattva shaman, somewhere in some room, who was able to hear it
and suddenly it lives again, suddenly it comes back
and the foundation of this very plane of existence is changed
we don’t have to keep inventing the medicine wheel over and over again
the way into the karmaless celestial rainbow wierdness is deep
and marked by those who came before
some of us have just never done that, but others have and our way
blends in with the way of the square world enough
because it is tao, but the square world it is too rigid, it never
truly breaks down… it seems to always remain static
perhaps thats a fact of life, but perhaps it only seems that way, and
everyone truly finds their awakening
in their own language their own method, and we just all can’t understand it
they call it something else, to us its as comprehensible as we are to them
funny that its actually the same thing, but itll never meet except in
the egoless place
i realized it was in this way, for whatever reason, that i was
different from those who came before me in the linear way, that was
the status quo world, and i had to leave it, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t
my true people
and the notes of the songs would then be coming to be
our tribe had existed long before that, somehow i’de been captured but
now i was free, it was fading away, the tribe of peace and love, who
understood, both in technology and organic ways, because the
technology and organic was within eachother, the more detail you saw
the organic in, you realized it was the true spiritual technology, the
technology of the ancients, seasoned and thus deep, it was like
speaking to stonehenge.
and they would appear, it was like gaining a new sense, seeing new
colors, slowly breaking out of the shell, i knew then i was safe, and
there were times where it was frightening but in the end it would be
okay, but i would have to be myself too, throughout it, and do my
best. be sincere authentic, real.
these were real people, the real world, it was so comforting to see
spirits, all kinds of spirits appearing in this magical way, in the
world of fairies, and spirit, and magic, and us all together and
speaking and having a true communion not being cut off from
everything, dying.
it was like emerging from the cave, this is such a deep moment. all
the philosophers spoke of it, of finally finding this world, this
world you always knew existed and them explaining how and why, as you
were able to understand. it happened in all times, each time in a bit
different way but basically it was the same. and we were part of
something that really meant something, and it didn’t really have a
name or a set language, it was just miraculous, it was like becoming
one with the tree, becoming rooted in the universe itself, at the same
time becoming like water. the dryad self awake.
consciousness, really seeing, left glasses behind, but everything is
so beautiful, so real. with wisdom the magic can return to everything,
the materia, the realness, but it can’t be forced too fast, the
psychedelic bands showed the way and they would rise again, they all
floated now shamanically scattered like planets, like mushrooms upon
meteors, there was something new too coming to this planet, green
taoist beings, our connection point was tao, really it was closer than
that which was supposedly physically close to us here.
we had been noticing that things were fractally connected, there
seemed to be strange portals, having to do with name vibration, and
yet we could never be totally sucked into it, somehow though they said
it was fate, it was never exactly like that, the oracles, all of it
was wise enough, never to truly give it away, we all spontaneously
knew, that was not possible, it must just be deep mystery, this is the
greatest happiness as well.
but now, we danced again, not knowingly, but intuitively, between the
worlds. we walked the planes, in the faery way, and beautiful webs
were spun and came back, we found our true sources. much of it was
lost, but it rose again, all of it made a difference, our spirits
remembered. things began to change, it wasn’t the same, it wasn’t
things we had always known, it wasn’t any discernable pattern. though
the myths had a truth to them, a universal pattern, there was like a
deeper level of even that tree, that none of us had seen before, and
this was the elder spirit returning, and gathering it, sharing with
us, even deeper connections of universality that yielded
individuality, not destroyed it. we did not have to fear that, it was
not a discernable path, or pattern, yet it allowed everything to exist
in it copacetically, so many dreams, the ness.
this was different, these were new dreams, yet they were even older,
but things we had no way to explain, would we try to translate them
into the magic we knew, or would we just keep it to exist as it had
always been? perhaps over time its inevitable that they mix together
more, as they always do and recede, just as the tide rises and falls,
but for now, they can just be what they are, we all must learn at our
own rate.
but there is a world even beyond the fairies, even beyond the glowing
lights, and even beyond that, there is no end to it
everything was a huge fractal, and i realized, i had been a part of it
all, it learned from me, but i didn’t control it, it came through from
many, in many places, shiva and danu, it was like a buddha existence,
it was all heart mind, it was all wanti, it was all this magic, this
magic which creates the experience, the soul experience of life.
the aquarius, was the ink the writings the teachings which came
through which were alive, the spirit of the words which helped us,
which were not dead, not programming, but spirits which could be
arranged to allow the lifestream to flow through and grow, it happened
in so many places, not just this place, but in this meditation, we had
all fades away to silence, now we were coming together again, it was a
reunion, among the universe, the multiverse, the spirits kindred
spirits aligning, thats what it was all an epic metaphor for. all of
it was alive, the love, the love was so deep.
we love the universe… everything so endless, so beautiful, so alive,
and we lived through all times, we meditated ourselves there to help
ourselves, and we were there, and this is the revolution, and it
happens in all time and in no time, it can’t be tracked, Goddess
travels incognito, we are all part of it, the wise one knows this and
the wise one is all.
there was no more division, symbols, the past, none of it had any
effect, it was just what it was, there was no huge organization just
simplicity, things were simply like rafts being used only for that one
moment, but all in all we know just at the shore of every cognized
moment was boundless endless evershifting chaos and love, and we
played and danced with the way it interspersed in each cognition,
creating what we percieved, and showed us that anything was possible,
all the essence of all those spirits together, spirits of the
beginning, spirits of it, in a selfless way, it is inside of us.
and we must dance with it, because this is the way of wanti, we must
be and be changing, and we must fall away making no sense, raving,
digging the ecstasy, letting it grow the world, everything alive
everything blossoming.
such deep and sacred beings of eternity, so happy, this was it, this
was the rave, it was always happening it was not technology it was
vibrations of the universe, inherent in everything, spirit, spirits
speaking, paganism, it was so beautiful, forever, and we met, and the
ways of druids lived on. and we became part of it all, and helped
eachother out, as a huge mandala huge peace, divine love. sulos.
though of many kinds, it was amazing, trip through the timeless
crystals, the psychedelic shaman village, that was all things,
everything so awake so beautiful rituals of life, but they weren’t
rituals. this is what it was truly about, the sickness was gone, but
every element of life was there, it was whole. it was the way it must
be, we were all in a circle but not in a circle, we all felt
eachother, and we felt whole. and we dreamed and kept dreaming. words
cannot explain, and don’t need to.
I didn’t understand what it meant, but wasn’t supposed to it wasn’t
about strategy, the greatest wisdom in hedonism, just let them fall as
they will, totally naturally, do what you feel, and it will be, it
will be what it will be and there will be mistakes, but it will all be
alright, all the mistakes all of it is natural and later yields the
greatest beauty we could never plan or do with intention, only with
the earnest striving to be who we really are, and live within what
really is…
nom myoho renge ko.