Thursday, January 06, 2005

Why Do You Think They Call it 'The Big Bang'?

All the young college beauties matriculate into the minds bedchamber. Why don’t we pick up a six pack’s worth and drink them on the way home? The variations on a theme are legion; each one comes in singing a new song, or so it seems; another ship of dreams laden with spices and exotic materials from the Orient side of the equation. You may call it nouvelle cuisine. Sometimes it looks to me like pastry in a bakers display window. Sometimes it looks like an amusement park ride called The Washing Machine. Yes, as someone once said, “and the beat goes on”.

The power of Mars is not only sexual energy but volition as well. Venus is not only Love but the creative imagination. A twist at the waist and a catch in the throat and you may consider yourself headed home. It’s at a point like this that more penetrating minds begin looking for code at work.

A lot of people, most everyone really, do not know that the Hebrew Alphabet came from the Chaldean Flame Alphabet.... Hmmmm, Aleph, Beth, Alpha, Beta; look what I found and I wasn’t even thinking about it. Anyway, that assumption about primary origin of the Hebrew alphabet looks like a form of deep politicking over protracted time.. You lift up one thing and you find another and another and another.

Susanne tells me that last night she woke up and thought the TV was on. She couldn’t figure it out for a bit and then she realized I was talking in my sleep; a rare thing for one who is ordinarily during sleep as quiet as a mouse overdosed on Seconal. She said it seemed that I was speaking in Latin and having some sort of reciprocal conversation. Whatever the language may have been, I was fluent in it. Lately I’ve been getting emails from someone who writes from an address that can’t be replied to. I know this because I tried. The letter is just one word. The first one was ‘ehben’. So I responded with Chokmah; which seemed appropriate, though some might argue for Tiphereth. The next was ‘handrail’ and I replied with “get a grip.” But I didn’t reply did I. It was a tree falling in the forest with no one to hear it. Is that a message too?

Ahebah which is Love and Achad which is Unity, share a common association with the number 13. Maybe you can see that they have a lot in common. Elohim gets translated as The Lord God, but it is a feminine noun with a masculine plural ending, actually meaning ‘the joined male and female spirit of God.’ Supposedly they said, “Let us bring forth.” Or ‘beget’. So you see how the Lord God is just what someone wanted the interpretation to read. This should make you think about your King James Bible. Now, you put the letter Peh at the beginning of Achad (Love) and Presto! You get Pachad= Fear. Do you think when your mind gets challenged or do you just glaze over like a baked good? Do you wander away? Do you get annoyed? We don’t really want to know do we?

Sex and Death anyone?

Most of the world’s problems are caused by a misunderstanding of the sex force. Of course a misunderstanding of something leads to a misapplication, which leads to undesired results. Why not take a moment to check out the graffiti scrawled on the tunnel walls of your sub-conscious mind. Sexual energy is sacred. When it isn’t treated as such you will have problems. Luddites and Fundies of all stripes have problems with this. They got a repression problem. Repression as you should know, always leads to guilt and then Presto! again, now you got the gas that feeds the industry that is forever building the inmate city. Yes, the imprisoning force is the liberating force. The serpent in the garden and the messiah are the same. Understanding is the true determinant of prisoner or free status.

There are few more profitable actions than to see the sex act taking place in everything, at all levels, at all times. Is this a dirty thing? Murder and War are sex acts; rather more forceful than the recipients might wish. Rape is probably more directly associative. Dying on the cross; seeming to die on the cross, or perhaps transiting death- experiencing it as it is thought to be known and then unveiling the eternal for the salvation of the human race is... a sex act; man, talk about your climaxes. But then, Jesus isn’t on the cross, you are. Let me take this moment to offer a toast followed by the imbibing of mysterious wine; “May the Roses Bloom on Your Cross.” May the green leaves glisten with that cosmic dew.

Most sex doesn’t create Unity. It creates separation; hence guilt. Maybe it’s just a sense of wasted effort, or like badly digested food. Consider the refinements and ironies of the sex act. It comes up from the brutish animal spiraling into intercourse with angels. Consider the mating of Black Widows and The Praying Mantis. While studying a form of Praying Mantis Kung Fu, I was able to travel back into an actual yoga that involved a spiritual equivalent of this. I should point out that only the mad may safely venture there. It’s kind of like meeting Smashin Tara in the graveyard; I can’t tell you how many times I saw Kali waving her arms at me in a meadow basin while working on preliminary Tandava.

I realized some time ago that I could not make love individually to all of the beautiful reflections that abound. Around the same time I realized that I could make love to all of them simultaneously; as consistently and as often as my intention went to it.

It’s not that sex is wrong, not by a long shot. It’s what we are expecting and what we feed that causes us grief. Children aren’t just human forms emergent into the phenomenal. You have all kinds of children. You are raising many children and they can be just as much a problem when they grow up as any of the ill-raised people you encounter. It might be wise to kill some of them; better to never give them birth. But cleanup may be all we have sometimes. It’s a simple matter of not feeding them. Of course they are going to cry out for food. You did feed them before. We fail to see analogies. We fail to understand. And we often think that by keeping out of sight we remain undiscovered.

I love sex. I love the idea of sex more than anything. So few people know where you can go riding the sex force. You can ride the sex force as if it were a mythical beast across Heavens that the ordinary mind cannot imagine. Why not have the greatest possible sex? Why not take every experience to its highest possible point?

Breathing is sex. Eating is sex. Talking is sex; verbal intercourse? Everything is a sexual act. This is the real message of Tantra. I suppose you could go take some tantric lessons course from a former Reichi practitioner who doubles as a re-birthing consultant and who is going to put you in touch with your feelings to the degree that they understand what that means but... but... wouldn’t it be more pleasant to be able to say, the next time someone tells you to “go fuck yourself”... wouldn’t it be nice to say, “I’ll get right on it.”? It gives, “been there, done that.” a whole new meaning.

A slow, profound, attentive enjoyment of everything you do is the key to an entirely new world. I really shouldn’t have to say any more about how unfortunate it is to wander through the kingdom dressed in rags while surrounded by wealth beyond measure.


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