A clear mind for writing

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was full of nonlinear faith.  It was literally saving his grace.  Rational thought would present literally 'no way out' of identifying with thought patterns which led nowhere and forever chewed itself.  Bastante would nonrationally inhale, and simply be aware of the following nonrational processes that proceeded from such a radically incarnate act.  It was fascinating to behold, and it's all there ever was to behold, so good thing it was fascinating.  And from the incarnate sensations of breath and posture arises awareness of awareness itself, empty and fascinating and always presently aware, unnameable by nature, uncontainable in thought or language by nature, alive as though the mind itself was made of water being poured into water, as content arises and passes within an empty, content-free awareness.

The Mind is Alive.  This is the paradoxical truth of all language and all religions which are born thereof.  Language arises from Mind.  Language cannot experience Mind. 

Religions are born of Language.  Religions point to, but cannot experience, Mind.

Somewhere in the Bible Jesus points out God is actually ever living, as in a Living God.  Better yet, God is Living.  Living experiences mind.  Breathing in and out experiences mind.  Breathing in and out experiences mind and doesn't give a shit one way or the other, the way elephants don't care about lions or hyenas.

Breathing in and out experiences mind, and breathing in and out is fully aware of itself as mind.

This is the mind experiencing mind as though water was being poured into water.

The endless train of thought. 

What Siva told Sati

Oh shit.  nobody ever talks about this ever.
Fuck.  I'm sorry.  He said.
I wish I could run away but I can't.
I wish I could fly away but I won't.
I'm sorry.  I wish I could leave you alone
but I too much desire
to relate and communicate.
I'm totally capable of renouncing my desires, said the Mountaintop to the Sky.  Yes I can do that.  I just don't want to anymore.  I want to love. 

I've conquered my desire to conquer the world.  And you know what happened while I was busy conquering my desires?  The world went a bit rudderless, if you ask me.  While I was off meditating and reincarnating in the subdepths of the bottomless water-dark worlds, the surface daytime of the Earth went to shit in a handbasket.  So now it's time to conquer the world.  Now its time to rise beyond the surface and begin a great wave of peace, and conquer conflict once again, the way it always happens. when it has to happen, every cyclical once-in-a-while.

I want to have fun in life, said the Bhakti Sadhu, I want to have a good time, and I know enough to know that for me to have a good time, everyone needs to have a good time.  It's all of us or none of us.  Because there's only one of us.  Which leaves no one to fear.


I don't want to avoid what I love anymore.

Krishna was the Godhead, and he was fun.  He liked to have fun.  He recognized the point of having fun:  Having fun was the point.  Love is the point.  The purpose of the created universe is love.  That's the point.  Everything else is fear, which is just getting in the way of the whole point and purpose of it all.


The timeless man screamed like a dragon into the empty void, knowing emptiness to be wise and loving and empty and death and deathless.

The Bhakti Sadhu knows there's only one of us, manifesting as all of us, and loves all of us as though there was only one of us and we're all related manifestations of the absolute divine.  This the play of lila, that 'life's a bitch but love is real' series we're always watching.

The Bhakti Sadhu was once merely a sadhu, and renounced the world in order to focus on the Sadhu aspect of things.  Then after a while he had a tremendous realization:  The world needed him. 

He had never realized he was needed.  It changed everything.  In that moment, that moment of realizing he was actually papa bear and the world needed loving, he fell in love with life, renounced asceticism itself, became a devoted tantric yogi householder, and never forsook her again.  He had a family, and everyone was a relative.

This is how the ancient Sadhu became the Bhakti Sadhu:
From the long road of asceticism
was born the realization of truth,
the recognition of ignorance everywhere,
and the value of useful service -
being the light of truth, illuminating curious and ignorant samsara.

We choose to descend from the angelic realms of the stars in order to experience life on Earth as English-speaking, literate, internet savvy People.  That's what we're doing here, relatives.  We've chosen to descend from the higher-vibrational realms of the stars, in order to experience human life on Earth.  It's an extraordinary thing.  We are to be extraordinarily honored and blessed