Bastante Solipsis Marquez sat with Chief Niwot beside a church not far from the creek which came out of the mountains.
"Tell me about the DMT," said Chief Niwot. He packed a bowl of herb.
"My first time smoking DMT I was by the creek with Rasta Daniel, " said Bastante. He lit the bowl.
" I took a big rip as a dreadlock fell down in front of my face. It caught fire, and I witnessed a flame shoot out of my third eye as ego dissolved."
He passed the bowl. "Rasta Daniel said, what's it like? and I said, its beginners mind. Like the book, you know? And He said, what's that? And I pointed to a guy floating down the creek on an inner tube, and I pointed to the inner tube and I said, look. And right as I pointed to the inner tube, it popped."
Chief Niwot raised an eyebrow as he puffed on the bowl.
"what's beginner's mind?" he asked.
Bastante nodded. "Perceivable phenomena, or reality, is perceived by the senses and collated, as it were, by the self-referencing ego. The ego collates and integrates sensory input for assessment and response purposes, arbitrarily inventing an individual 'self'.
He continued: "This is consciousness, or self-consciousness. this is our thinking mind. Far, far deeper within the subconscious lies an awareness that does not think, nor perceive, nor collate nor integrate. This awareness is preconceptual, and may only be described as a wakeful emptiness."
"This empty wakefulness is the nature of all reality: plants, trees, stars, machines, people, mind, wind, and inner tubes. The origin of all phenomena is emptiness, but not just that: the origin of all phenomena is the same emptiness. Deep within the heart of unconscious mind lies a nonlinear zero-point from which all coordinates in space-time are related, readily accessible, and perceived as not-other-than-self."
"We just can't think about it or know it, right?" laughed Chief Niwot.
"Or even talk about it accurately," agreed Bastante. It bummed him out.
"Beginner's mind is the mind which dreams reality," said Chief Niwot, who was no fool.
"Exactly," said Bastante. "Beginner's mind is empty mind, empty of all phenomena or bias and thus nonlocal. Beginner's mind is everywhere at once, because beginner's mind is the cause of the very space-time which maps 'everywhere'.
"So you smoked DMT and merged into union with the dreamer of reality, wherein all perceivable reality was a facet of your consciousness," said Chief Niwot. he was impressed.
'yup," said Bastante. "I popped the inner tube with my mind, because the inner tube existed within my mind, because all reality is mind-made."
"yup," said Chief Niwot.
"yup," said Bastante.
they smoked in silence.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
When Claudius Maximus was 17 he was arrested crossing the border with some Mexicans running heroin.
he got beat up by the highway patrol and thrown in a cell for five days.
the only cop he ever saw that five days - a huge man, filling the tiny doorway to a small solitary cell with a toilet that didn't work - told him that if the d.a. pressed charges they cold hold him for 90 days before his trial even, but if the d.a let him go they'd find a way to get him home.
After five days the huge cop filled the doorway and said, "guess what?"
"we got you for three months."
and the cop laughed and laughed, and Claudius got vertigo, and wept, and the cop spun and laughed, and said, "i'm kidding man, you're goin home."
And so, in an outdoor garden of a local herb shop in a small city nestled amongst the foothills of the great mountains of the West, Claudius Maximus sat and shared a pipe and reminisced with Bastante Solipsis Marquez.
"it was a terrible and savage moment, I was so broken, and then so uplifted, it was both bad and good and transcended opposites, and I saw how each and every moment was terrible and beautiful and that human life was deliberately intended to bridge the gap between heaven and hell."
"The Tao rests within the heart of yin and yang," commented Bastante.
"Reality is totally empty," agreed Claudius.
"I am reminded of Zen," said Bastante. "There is a story I heard once. a great general went to see a Zen master. He came within the presence of the Zen master and told him he had a problem.
"I had a little baby duck and a big glass jar. When the duck was very little, I oiled it and slipped it through the neck of a glass jar. I fed it daily with a long straw, and now it is far too big to escape and is trapped. How do I get the duck of the glass jar?"
the Zen master replied, "General! its out!"
the general was satisfied, and so was Claudius Maximus, and so was Bastante Solipsis Marquez.
They settled back, content with the emptiness of nonconceptual awareness.
"So how goes the war," inquired Claudius.
Bastante nodded. "It's killing me. But I've got an idea."
They hatched a plan.
he got beat up by the highway patrol and thrown in a cell for five days.
the only cop he ever saw that five days - a huge man, filling the tiny doorway to a small solitary cell with a toilet that didn't work - told him that if the d.a. pressed charges they cold hold him for 90 days before his trial even, but if the d.a let him go they'd find a way to get him home.
After five days the huge cop filled the doorway and said, "guess what?"
"we got you for three months."
and the cop laughed and laughed, and Claudius got vertigo, and wept, and the cop spun and laughed, and said, "i'm kidding man, you're goin home."
And so, in an outdoor garden of a local herb shop in a small city nestled amongst the foothills of the great mountains of the West, Claudius Maximus sat and shared a pipe and reminisced with Bastante Solipsis Marquez.
"it was a terrible and savage moment, I was so broken, and then so uplifted, it was both bad and good and transcended opposites, and I saw how each and every moment was terrible and beautiful and that human life was deliberately intended to bridge the gap between heaven and hell."
"The Tao rests within the heart of yin and yang," commented Bastante.
"Reality is totally empty," agreed Claudius.
"I am reminded of Zen," said Bastante. "There is a story I heard once. a great general went to see a Zen master. He came within the presence of the Zen master and told him he had a problem.
"I had a little baby duck and a big glass jar. When the duck was very little, I oiled it and slipped it through the neck of a glass jar. I fed it daily with a long straw, and now it is far too big to escape and is trapped. How do I get the duck of the glass jar?"
the Zen master replied, "General! its out!"
the general was satisfied, and so was Claudius Maximus, and so was Bastante Solipsis Marquez.
They settled back, content with the emptiness of nonconceptual awareness.
"So how goes the war," inquired Claudius.
Bastante nodded. "It's killing me. But I've got an idea."
They hatched a plan.
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