Wow! in every language.

the Cukoo of Presence

The nature of phenomena is non-dual,
but each one, its own state, is beyond the limits of the mind.
there is no concept that can describe the condition of what is,
but vision nevertheless manifests: all is good
everthing has already been accomplished, and so, having overcome the sickness of effort,
One finds oneself in the self perfected state:
this is contemplation.

supreme celestial ultimatelessness

iN FORMATION?

Do you gnow the spiritpower of existing in potential as a conscious entity?
it's a capacity for gnowingness and instantaneous recognition regarding the nature of a particular reality and the ability of information to project itself out of energy to enter void.

She is every goddess, ERIS DISCORDIA.

From the East, House of Light,

may wisdom dawn in us so we may see all things in clarity.

From the North, House of Night,

may wisdom ripen in us so we may know all from within.

From the West, House of Transformation,

may wisdom be transformed into right action, so we may do what must be done.

From the South, House of the Eternal Sun,

may right action reap the harvest so we may enjoy the fruits of planetary being.

From Above, House of Heaven,

may star people and ancestors be with us now.

From Below, House of Earth,

may the heartbeat of her crystal core bless us with harmonies to transform all war into frith(peaceful competition).

From the Center, Galactic Source,

which is everywhere at once, may everything be known as the light of mutual love.

*Oh Yum, Hunab Ku, Evam Maya E Ma Ho!

Oh Yum, Hunab Ku, Evam Maya E Ma Ho!

Oh Yum, Hunab Ku, Evam Maya E Ma Ho!

*this means "Oh mother, source - the harmony of mind and nature - isn't it wonderful?

This phrase combines Mayan and Tibetan language.

dream dream dream

Reentry visions. Ottawa area from space.

All who know, we will tell!
However, If you don't know im not telling.

May the mysteries guide you to our t.a.z., we love us.

The great work for all those with a union card!

Practise dying by imagining every doorway is the doorway from life to death. As you pass the portal make it real in your mind that you are now dying and passing through the veil.
enter death as if you are a godgoddess re-entering paradise. Gently blend with the clear light.

all phenomena is illusion
neither attracted nor repelled
not making any sudden moves
my habits will carry me through.

eris discordia is the ultimate grandmother of all!

praise raw!

You recall the story of the Golden Apple, in the exoteric and expurgated version at least? The true version is the same, up to a point. Zeus, a terrible old bore by the way, did throw a bash on Olympus, and he did slight Our Lady by not inviting Her. She did make an apple, but it was Acapulco Gold, not metallic gold. She wrote Korhhisti, on it, to the prettiest one, and rolled it into the banquet hall. Everybody -- not just the goddesses; that's a male chauvanist myth -- started fighting over who had the right to smoke it. Paris was never called in to pass judgement; that's all some poet's fancy. The Trojan War was just another imperialistic rumble and had no connection with these events at all.

What really happened was that everyone was squabbling over the apple and working up a sweat and pushing one another around and pretty soon their vibrations -- Gods have very high vibration, exactly at the speed of light, in fact -- heated up the apple enough to unleash some heavy fumes. In a word, the Olympians all got stoned.

And they saw a Vision, or a series of Visions.

In the first Vision, they saw Yahweh, a neighboring god with a world of his own which overlapped theirs in some places. He was clearing the set to change its valence and start a new show. His method struck them as rather barbarous. He was, in fact, drowning everybody -- except one family that he allowed to escape in an Ark.

"This is Chaos," said Hermes. "That Yahweh is a mean mother', even for a god."

And they looked at the Vision more closely, and because they could see into the future and were all (like every intelligent entity) rabid Laurel and Hardy fans and because they were zonked on the weed, they saw that Yahweh bore the face of Oliver Hardy. All around him, below the mountain on which he lived (his world was flat), the waters rose and rose. They saw drowning men, drowning women, innocent babes sinking beneath the waves. They were ready to vomit. And then Another came and stood beside Yahweh, looking at the panorama of horrors below, and he was Yahweh's Adversary, and, stoned as they were, he looked like Stanley Laurel to them. And then Yahweh spoke, in the eternal words of Oliver Hardy: "Now look what you made me do," he said.

And that was the first Vision.

They looked again, and they saw Lee Harvey Oswald perched in the window of the Texas School Book Depository; and he, again, wore the face of Stanley Laurel. And, because this world had been created by a great god named Earl Warren, Oswald fired the only shots that day, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy was, as the Salvation Army charmingly expresses it, "promoted to glory."

"This is Confusion," said Athena with her owl-eyes flashing, for she was more familiar with the world created by the god Mark Lane.

Then they saw a hallway, and Oswald-Laurel was led out by two policemen. Suddenly Jack Ruby, with the face of Oliver Hardy, stepped forward and fired a pistol right into that frail little body. And then Ruby spoke the eternal words, to the corpse at his feet: "Now look what you made me do," he said.

And that was the second Vision.

Next, they saw a city of 550,000 men, women, and children, and in an instant the city vanished; shadows remained where the men were gone, a firestorm raged, burning pimps and infants and an old statue of a happy Buddha and mice and dogs and old men and lovers; and a mushroom cloud arose above it all. This was in a world created by the cruellest of all gods, Realpolitik.

"This is Discord," said Apollo, disturbed, laying down his lute.

Harry Truman, a servant of Realpolitik, wearing the face of Oliver Hardy, looked upon his work and saw that it was good. But beside him, Albert Einstein, a servant of that most elusive and gnomic of gods, Truth, burst into tears, the familiar tears of Stanley Laurel facing the consequences of his own karma. For a brief instant, Truman remembered the eternal words: "Now look what you made me do," he said.

And that was the third Vision.

Now they saw trains, many trains, all of them running on time, and the trains criss-crossed Europe and ran 24 hours a day, and they all came to a few destinations that were alike. There, the human cargo was stamped, catalogued, processed, executed with gas, tabulated, recorded, stamped again, cremated and disposed.

"This is Bureaucracy," said Dionysus, and he smashed his wine jug in anger; beside him, his lynx glared balefully.

And then they saw the man who ordered this, Adolf Hitler, wearing still the mask of Oliver Hardy, and he turned to a certain rich man, Baron Rothschild, wearing the mask of Stanley Laurel, and they knew this was the world created by the god Hegel and the angel Thesis was meeting the demon Antithesis. Then Hitler spoke the eternal words: "Now look what you made me do," he said.

And that was the fourth Vision.

They did then look further and, lo, high as they were they saw the founding of a great republic and proclamations hailing the new gods named Due Process and Equal Rights for All. And they saw many in high places in the republic form a separate cult and worship Mammon and Power. And the Republic became an Empire, and soon Due Process and Equal Rights for All were not worshipped, and even Mammon and Power were given only lip-service, for the true god of all was now the impotent What Can I Do and his dull brother What We Did Yesterday and his ugly and vicious sister Get Them Before They Get Us.

"This is Aftermath," said Hera, and her bosom shook with tears for the fate of the children of that nation.

And they saw many bombings, many riots, many rooftop snipers, many Molotov cocktails. And they saw the capital city in ruins, and the leader, wearing the face of Stanely Laurel, taken prisoner amid the rubble of his palace. And they saw the chief of the revolutionaries look about at the rubble and the streets full of corpses, and they heard him sigh, and then he addressed the leader and he spoke the immortal words: "Now look what you made me do," he said.

And that was the fifth Vision.

And now the Olympians were coming down and they looked at each other in uncertainty and dismay. Zeus himself spoke first.

"Man," he said, "that was some Heavy Grass."

"Far fuckin out," Hermes agreed solemnly.

"Tree fuckin mendous," added Dionysus, petting his lynx.

"We were really fuckin into it," Hera summed up, for all.

And they turned their eyes again on the Golden Apple and read the word Our Lady Eris had written upon it, that most multiordinal of all words, Korhhisti. And they knew that each god and goddess, and each man and woman, was in the privacy of the heart, the prettiest one, the fairest; the most innocent, the Best. And they repented themselves for not having invited Our Lady Eris to their party, and they summoned her forth and asked her, "Why did you never tell us before that all categories are false and all Good and Evil a delusion of limited perspective?"

And Eris said, "As men and women are actors on a stage of our devising, so are we actors on the stage devised by the Five Fates. You had to believe in Good and Evil and pass judgements on your creatures, the men and women below. It was a curse the Fates put upon you! But now you have come to the Great Doubt and you are free."

The Olympians thereupon lost interest in the god-game and soon were forgotten by humanity. For She had shown them a great Light, and a great Light destroys shadows; and we are all, gods and mortals, nothing else but gliding shadows.

Do you believe that?

ODD# ivii(w)/BBC,27062864;56Cfn3171

open sez me

A FABLE OF FIVE
Once, Someone decided to do Something. Instantly, three Others appeared.
"Who are you? asked Someone.
"I am Church, " said Church.
"I am State, " said State.
"I am Self, " said Self.
"Oh, " said Someone. "Well, why are you here?"
"We heard you had decided to do Something. We've come to appeal to your principles, and determine whether
you should actually do it, " said the three Others.
Someone frowned. "I don't understand. Why is it your business?"
Church replied first, "I stand for those principles highest to you: what you believe is right and wrong, your
morality, so to speak. I appeal to purposes and guiding principles in your life beyond mere personal desires--"
Here Self winced. "--and societal cares. " Here State winced.
State replied second, "I stand for the guiding principles behind civilized man, and behind the government to
which you have pledged obedience, allegiance and cooperation. My principles are the protective and collective,
standing well apart from religion--" Here Church sighed. "--and providing a needed order to the often harmful
whims of Self. " Here Self sighed.
Self replied third, "I stand for the rights of you, the individual. The principles I urge you to consider are your
rights and freedoms, which nobody, not the deluded religious establishment--" Here Church groaned. "--nor the
idiotic governmental bureaucracy--" Here State groaned. "--should strive to suppress. "
But I just want to do Something, " said Someone, "and you all are making it so complicated!"
"You have responsibilities, " said the Others.
"To your God, " said Church.
"To your society, " said State.
"To yourself, " said Self.
"To heck with this!" said Eris, entering from a dark corner where she had been hiding, unseen. She reached
inside her dark robes, letting them part just enough to give Someone a fascinating look at the Goddess-flesh
beneath, and produced a golden apple.
"I've got sumpin' ummy!" she said, holding the apple by the stem and dangling it in front of the three Others.
"And I want to give it to the one of you that most deserves to have Someone listen to what you say. "
She then tossed the apple into the midst of the Others, who fought after it in a comic cloud-of-smoke arms-andlegs-
akimbo fashion. She laughed loudly.
"Now, what was it you wanted to do?" she asked Someone.
"Something, " said Someone.
"I know that!" Eris snapped. "WHAT WAS IT?"
Someone recoiled from the fire in Eris' eyes. "I--I wanted to go eat a hot dog. Without any bun. "
Slowly, Eris smiled. "Hey, you know, you just might be *my* kind of someone. "
The two of them then went to the Zen Hotdog Stand at the corner of Yin Street and Yang Avenue (next to the
HodgePodge Lodge, you know?). There, without a thought to Church, or State, or even Self, they asked the
vendor to make them One With Everything.

Don't read this!

A man who had studied much in the schools of wisdom
finally died in the fullness of time and found himself
at the Gates of Eternity.
An angel of light approached him and said, "Go no further,
O mortal, until you have proven to me your worthiness
to enter into Paradise!"
But the man answered, "Just a minute now. First of all, can
you prove to me this is a real Heaven, and not just
the wild fantasy of my disordered mind undergoing death?"
Before the angel could reply, a voice from inside the gates
shouted:
"Let him in - he's one of us!"

MANTRA
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is Goddess.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is your Goddess.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is real.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is imaginary.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is all the Gods and Goddesses.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is everything.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and she is nothing.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and She is Love.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and She is Chaos.
There is no Goddess but Goddess, and She is ERIS.

jedi knight sunjye, at your service.

balancing rocks with yoda?
Where does the kinetic energy go?
down into the earth?

is this why people feel relaxed and centered from observing a stone balance assembly?

does this earth connecting heal then?

the observers of stone balancing seem to make it easier or more difficult, depending on their beliefs and intentions.

Anarch or sadomasochist or insane

Remember friends, doing the same things repetitively could be modeled as a type of senile dementia. How many times do you do the same things, day in day out , without being deeply present? Many sunjye meets , within and without, are going in definite little circles behaviour wise.
On this planet the walking wounded seem to outnumber the enlightened active citizens. Perhaps if one is deliberately self owned and responsible to all life not just herding around the material feeding frenzy trough, one may come to similar conclusions.That is, of course, if one is aligned with earth and heaven and one doesn't need or want to be part of the horizontal feeding frenzy which is at best zany and ironic and at worst anti-human.
Watch! one may be an unknowing dupe for that which one is philosophically opposed.
if you don't want war, don't support it, be impeccable.
if you are disgusted by the greed that destroys, don't support it in any way.
if you think famous people are irresponsible egomaniacs, don't support or watch them.
Stop watching tv entirely if only because it seem to much like mind control propaganda. Use the internet(wisely) for info. The intelligence difference after one year tv free is most shocking!
If you are just raising a family the greedy ones may have you conditioned to work and consume and the war mongers want to use your offspring to obtain glory(its alway seems empty in the end, historically) . The fame junkies want your worship to fuel their ego's (and bank accounts) so this formerly neutral game has been co-opted by greedy or famous or warmonger people to suit their ends and this game is now played in many ways, not just neutrally.


Some additional data:
There is a 600 mercenary deputy army in new orleans authorized to use deadly force. This is because all national guard etc are in iraq. These mercenaries are hired by a corporation with a contract to the bush administration. Careful in how we undo things or this is what greedy and warmonger will try to do if our artificial cage shopping mall society breaks down negatively- mccontrol things(us) with violence. We have to move to a higher level in a way that allows out evolved forms to become naturally irrelevant. This is an information war! Take no prisoners!

Break free every day into metanoia, aim to become impeccably free and original. The main weapon against conscious evolution-those who would be empowered to own themselves perfectly- is isolation, therefore the best counter attack would be to have fun in public with other people. Do it every day!

modern shamanism

The contemporary shaman has been on the edges, in between, waiting to perform its function for those brave enough or desperate enough to ask this definitely not normal being to help.
The shaman is a soul guide/healer. If one doesnt have a soul the shaman knows how to build one.
Grok?

Haunted by greater self awareness?
Having trouble ignoring coincidences, synchronicity luck and destiny?
Need rudimentary D.I.Y. shamanism guidance? (a shaman without the gift is nothing, but the gift is nothing without the work)
Just bury 203$ in a jar in your back(or side) yard, one of our underground agents will jetisson your cabbage. hail eris all hail discordia. OM