Your calling

We must do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of earning a living. We keep inventing jobs because of this false idea that everybody has to be employed at some kind of drudgery because, according to classical economic theory, he must justify his right to exist. living.

— Bucky Fuller was born this day in 1905

The Things to do are: the things that need doing, that you see need to be done, and that no one else seems to see need to be done. Then you will conceive your own way of doing that which needs to be done — that no one else has told you to do or how to do it. This will bring out the real you that often gets buried inside a character that has acquired a superficial array of behaviors induced or imposed by others on the individual.

Mom’s Work is Done

A ma mère

Je te souhaite un jour de velours,
d’iris, de lis et de pervenches,
un jour de feuilles et de branches,
un jour et puis un autre jour,

un jour de blés, un jour de vignes,
un jour de figues, de muscats,
un jour de raisins délicats,
un jour de colombes, de cygnes.

Je te souhaite un jour de diamant,
de saphir et de porcelaine,
un jour de lilas et de laine,
un jour de soie, ô ma maman,

et puis un autre jour encore,
léger, léger, un autre jour
jusqu’à la fin de mon amour,
une aurore et puis une aurore,

car mon amour pour toi, ma mère,
ne pourra se finir jamais
comme le frisson des ramées
comme le ciel, comme la mer…

Pierre GAMARRA est né ce jour il y a 100 ans

For Mom, for Anyone

I wish for you a velvet day,
soft irises, and periwinks,
a day of mischief and high jinks,
one day and then another day,

A day of wheat, a day of vines,
a day of figs and muscat grapes,
a day of soft, voluptuous shapes,
a day of cypresses and pines.

I wish for you a diamond day,
with gleaming gems and easy wealth,
full animate with blooming health,
a day of silk, for you, I pray.

As long as I have love to lend
light, effortless, another day
with time to wander, space to stray
erupting sunrise without end.

Like flowered meadows, summer’s calm,
spelunking never-ending caves
or years of rowing o’er the waves
this is my wish for you, my Mom.

— Pierre GAMARRA was born 100 years ago today
free translation by JJM

Agastache species

Aperture & Intimacy

If you want to wake up, and that’s not up to you so don’t stress about it too much, you must discover either through meticulous exploration or dumb luck what aperture and intimacy really imply as concerns the nature of presence and phenomenality.

I’m quick with advice so let me give it a try.

Aperture is simply a gauge of open.

If you’re open, you are prepared to abandon everything you think you think about everything you think about.

This is where you discover just how uncomfortable it is to relinquish all previously held beliefs and bias unconsciously relied upon to tell (or approximate) truths about the mystery of perception and being.

In simple language, you are absolutely undefended and quite prepared to be the fool.

If you still harbor the slightest presumption or causal confidence then you know way too much to be of use to anyone, especially yourself.

Intimacy is the capacity to pierce the veil of an ever abundant misdirect that has you reeling, generally unconsciously, from the shock and awe of presently appearing phenomena, about which you think you can derive and put to use reliable data that says and projects something of value about your past, present, and future conditions.

If you have an intimacy disorder (we all do), it has little or nothing to do with getting the love you want or attracting some other hell realm to rescue you from the one you’re in. It has more to do with your unrepentant greed for personal security and continuity.

These two factors are really one and the same,

open is intimacy and intimacy is open.

Similarly the dearth of either portends that you will likely ask some spiritual teacher to guide you from the condition that you’re not really in to some other condition that you can never actualize — and that’s the carrot-on-a-stick conundrum that permits some teachers to become wealthy while you become poorer.

If, by some strange twist of fatelessness, you empty out the old camp trunk of all the moldy and fetid contents of your clever mind, you may be confronted with an immeasurable aperture of speechless intimacy and all the seeking ends right there and then, right here and now.

Night Sky Sangha

Ghost Cypress Rising: Wayne Freitag


Ignorance is bliss

“A man’s life would become intolerable, if he knew what was going to happen to him. He would be made aware of future evils, and would suffer their agonies in advance, while he would get no joy of present blessings since he would know how they would end. Ignorance is the necessary condition of human happiness, and it has to be admitted that on the whole mankind observes that condition well. We are almost entirely ignorant of ourselves; absolutely of others. In ignorance, we find our bliss; in illusions, our happiness.”

― Anatole France, (The Gods Are Athirst)

To each his suff’rings: all are men,
         Condemn’d alike to groan,
The tender for another’s pain;
         Th’ unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
         And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
      ’Tis folly to be wise.
― Thomas Gray
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You can’t push it out of your mind, but you can accept it.

“Paradoxically, the more we focus on trying to get rid of painful thoughts or feelings, the more those things become the center of our lives.”

…a form of therapy inspired by Buddhist meditation.  Develop a different relationship to your thoughts.  Know your own mind.  Watch your thoughts, but don’t necessarily believe them.

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There is no way to laughter. Laughter IS the way.

Humor can only exist when people are still capable of recognizing some border between the important and the unimportant. Nowadays, this border has become unrecognizable…

If we cannot accept the importance of the world, which considers itself important, if in the midst of that world our laughter can find no echo, we have but one choice: to take the world as a whole and make it the object of our game, to turn it into a toy…

The age of tragedy can be ended only with a revolt of frivolity.  Tragedy will be driven from the world like a ludicrous old actress, clutching her heart and declaiming in a hoarse voice.

— Milan KunderaImage result for gods laughing

Nothing is more beautiful than when someone who isn’t mad goes into the unknown, led by a mad voice…

Why are we pessimistic? Is it real?

We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.

— W. H. Auden, born this day in 1907

Many of us—perhaps most well-educated Westerners—are aware of a pall that hangs over our thoughts and moods.  Maybe it is not diagnosed as depression because of its ubiquity, but part of us is sometimes aware a sense that we were not meant to live this way.

Those of us who try to analyze why we feel this way find two ready explanations.
(1) I’m going to die someday, so it all comes to nothing in the end.
(2) Humanity seems to be hellbent on destroying the global ecosystem, and will probably go down with Gaia.

But perhaps we deceive ourselves.  Perhaps we are seeking intellectual justification for a despair that has quite a different provenance.

Since the 19th Century, the predominant intellectual world-view which purports to derive from science posits that the Universe is a huge collection of particles interacting according to arbitrary laws, that it doesn’t mean anything, that life is an accident and that human life is an accident built on an accident, that our consciousness—the thing we know first and best—is a weird thing that happens when the computer inside our head becomes sufficiently powerful to model itself, and that each of us is utterly alone and disconnected.

Terrence McKenna, in his inimitable style, leads us to question all these premises that form the backstory behind all that we read and hear and watch, and have become lodged so deeply in our subconscious and in our thought patterns that they are never articulated.

The Universe was born in a state of undifferentiated uniformity.  Dullsville.  First came atoms, then clouds of gases then galaxies with stars in them.  The universe kept getting more interesting, more complex.  Chemistry was invented later in the game, and life later still.  Then came ecosystems and social structures.  Each layer of complexity formed a substrate for the next layer that was built on top of it.  Curiouser and curiouser.

The most complex structure in the known universe is the human brain. As far as we know it is the pinnacle of material complexity at this point in spacetime. If what we know about this ongoing trend from plasma giving rise to particles giving rise to stars giving rise to elements giving rise to life giving rise to humanity giving rise to to increasingly complex cultural and societal structures is as reliable as it appears to be, does it make sense to believe the human brain would suddenly disappear from the equation and revert back to the lesser complexity of an earth without humans, or without life altogether?

(Thanks to Caitlin Johnstone for pointing me to this video.)

Maybe we really are all along for the ride in the universe’s playful expansion into greater and greater complexity, a transitional phase between simpler animal life and whatever vastly more complex thing we’ll give rise to in the future.