Morning Glory

                                                                    Epilogue

Don't go qwraazee with this Meditation Thing.  Ruining your knees by pretzel-ing your legs into a Perfect Lotus ISN'T the way to begin ANY Study.  Simple Mull and Raw Contemplation is how those of us from the Street enter the Buddha Fields.  After you perform morning rituals grab a cup of joe and try and find a quiet place where you can be alone with your Thoughts.  Your Thoughts ARE NOT YOUR ENEMY.   Simply sit and sip your brew--allow the morning minutes to unfold UNTO THEMSELVES.  This NOW is as Valuable as Any Other.  Enter your Work Day CONSCIOUSLY.  Be Alert Be Aware and this will eventually lead to Just BE.

Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....

Man of La Mantra

 Disabling the Thinking Mechanism also removes the various 'filters' of Consciousness, the filters through which Sensory Input is categorized.  These filters (along with Consciousness itself) prevents the IMMEDIATE and INSTANTANEOUS Experience of Reality AS IT TRULY IS.  Thinking is Mind MOVEMENT, while Not Thinking is Mind STILLNESS.  This is what you want, to be Still.  Is it not written "Stillness is Bliss" ?  Indeed Yes.

Above and Beyond All Else Stillness affords REST.  When Stillness is achieved the Mind is at REST.

There is SUBSTANCE to this Rest, which MAY confound this, (for lack of anything Better), Appreciation.  Zen Master's Agree, "When Stillness is achieved 'Wisdom Surfaces' ".  I NEED you to try and understand that Wisdom is a Form of   >> Energy << , it is Transcendent Energy and is referred to and Spoken of as 'Transcendent Wisdom' and you will encounter this THIS as "Prajna".   One of the BEST 'Things About Prajna' is that it can be accessed through Mantra and Chant.  How great is that ?

Chalk-Dust Clouds

 Disabling the Thinking Mechanism (or Machine) is as EZ and as Difficult as as it can be.  You gotta laugh when folks advise, "Don't Think about Thinking".  I was at an AA Meeting and Sum Genius confessed, "...but know what happened ?,,  I started to Think about Not Thinking"  ~~~ the room of us drunks burst into Full-Bellied Laughter.  Yup---that was IT rite there ~~~ Thinking About Not Thinking.   Perfect.

Zen Masters use various Tropes to describe Aspects of Mechanical Disruption.  One such is to Perceive Mind as a Sky and Thoughts as Clouds.  An-Other is to perceive Mind as a chalk board upon which Thoughts are scribbled, scrawled, or scribe-d.  Personally I never had any success with these, I am a Day Dreamer by Nature, perceiving Mind as Sky sends me into Fantasy Realm, as far as the chalk board goes--When my Thoughts appear and I'm SUPPOSE-TA erase them, I find myself EXAMINING these Thoughts thereby EXACERBATING the Thinking Condition.  So far------------no good.  HOWEVER, either one MAY `work` for YOU.  You won't know until you Try.

Meditation Mediation

 There's Walking Meditation, Lying-down Meditation, Motion Meditation and Seated Meditation of course.  Positioning IS important but NOT Paramount to a successful Session.  What IS Important is that the Thinking Mechanism is Disabled.  Our Consciousness uses the Thinking Mechanism as our Body USES Breathing, indeed, Thinking is the Mind's Breathing as I have stipulated Elsewhere.  Here, Thinking is NATURAL, it is the Natural Activity of the Conscious Mind -- and surely, Human Kind has been Dependent upon Thinking to perform Person-to-Person Communication as well as Problem Solving that first requires Recognition, then Identification.  Thinking is the Mechanism of "Oh yeah, its THAT".  We are said to "Turn our mind toward" a something--which translates to "turn our Attention toward" a Something in order to correctly perceive that Something's primary and secondary characteristics.  This superficiality is, for the most part, all we need to ascertain the "whole".  However, Thinking has only a small probability of penetrating to an object's Essence.  This is where Meditation enters.  "Turning" one's Attention is the object phrase of "FOCUS".  The initial Struggle of Beginners is to summon internal Focus.  This THIS is why instructors take the Simple route and advise, "Just count your breaths."  It's a GOOD first step.

Meditation Medication

                                                                                     Prologue

I awoke sense-ing a 'download' in progress.  My mind cleared. Yup.  I focused------------Meditation.  There would be no return to Sleep.

The Physics of Meditation is fairly straight forward.  Disable the Thinking Mechanism by specific Means in order to achieve a Mental Realm of RELATIVE Stillness.  Thoughts are-gonna surface as they MUST--BUT-- the Quantity of these thoughts MUST BE restricted if Stillness is to be attained.

Stillness is, check that, SHOULD-BE the Primary Goal of Meditation, Seated Meditation that is.  Stillness Heals---as does Silence.  I will reserve the Discussion of the Benefits for Sometime In The Future.  Today's Effort is simply the Physics.

Zen and the Art of Art

                                                                       Epilogue

I've gotta do a `hard-target` search for my climbing ropes.  I put them where I wouldn't forget them--prahbly why I can't find them.  I need them for the 2nd half of the tree work I began yesterday.  I figure it will take me an entire Day to locate them---a Day I will use to REST and work on the Bridge.  

There's  the Thing About Pirsig and his New Metaphysics ---------it's not AS IF Science Gize and Smart Folks FLOCKED to him and started a CULT.  The Thing was BEAUTY,  a NEW Way of Perceiving Reality in which even the Dirty-Grimey Grease Ridden CHORE of MC Maintenance NOW "takes on" Artistry.  You aint no mechanic    you ARE an ARTIST     a ZEN Artist no less.  

The POWER of Beauty.

Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....

"There's GOLD in them-there ILLS"

 I'm just BEGINNING to understand the True Nature of this Under and Over Taking.  After my Guy and HERO Robert Pirsig got his Enlightenment and Wrote Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance he had an "aftershock" of Realization.  He wasn't finished.  It WASN'T "Enough" to describe the Art and to PROCLAIM a brand New Metaphysics, no and FUCK NO---- he had to go BACK and delineate its Form, Structure and Physics which resulted in the [Closure] Volume  Lila.  So it is and thus will it be with Marc's Enlightenment.  Oddly, if not fabricationally WEIRD-LY, this THIS has True Zen Authenticity.  After Zen Master Seung Sahn got his ORIGINAL Enlightenment his Master presented a Question that SHOULD have been easily answerable had Seung Sahn been adept at what I will tag `Zen Speak` which is a Form of Dharma Communication most often RESERVED for [to] the Zen 'Upper Echelon'.  Seung Sahn had NO RECOURSE save to do ANOTHER 100 Day Retreat.  I know rite ?   You gotta be fucking kidding me.  At its Completion Seung Sahn emerged FULLY Enlightentened.  The Question was re-asked and Seung Sahn's Answer is now Zen Classic    "Out of the tree a crow  CAW CAW CAW".                   His Master was ELATED evidenced by his tears of Joy.  He said,  "You are the Flower, I am the Bee."

[to] Rope a Dope

 It's `As If` Marc had thrown a rope from one Precipice to An-Other in order to secure Access.  Thing is the Chasm Beneath was Dead-Entry to HELL and at this point only MARC was able to "hand-over-hand" his way to the Other Side.  Just because HE Can doesn't mean WE Can.  Technically, my Job is to use the THREAD He calls a Dock Rope, to build a BRIDGE---not just ANY Bridge neither, but a Gilded WALKWAY resplendent with every sort and manner of Celestial Diamonds, Rubies, Sapphires and even RHINESTONES that are to Adorn American Steel tempered to withstand a NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON.  You Gize know anyone who can do that ?   Well------------------- me neither.

My Am I Vise

 You reach these 'Uh Oh' points where you KNOW Complications are going to be `innumerable` unless you fathom the depth of the Complexities to reach the Source of their Production AND Origin.  This Particular I've already described = = = there's no Sword in Kwan Um Do Kwang ~~~  how the fuck was I gonna manage THAT ?  Plus ( + )  Marc was giving me BIIIIG Money to get his shit DONE.  I'd given my Word to give him some Words.  When you add that I FEEL a 'Time Constraint', because Death is All Around and in my instance, looking over my left shoulder,, there is a REAL Imaginary Reality that, sure-as-shit ACTS upon me as suffocating VISE and  `crushes` me all the way to ALMOST 'Completely Stupit'.

Getting to 100% COMPLETELY STUPIT is where I needed to be.  You think that would be a SHORT "Skip & a Hop" for one such as myself,  >> RONG <<   I remind you what Zen Master Seung Sahn told me--                 "Too much understanding CANNOT help you."     I mean       there's THAT.

Stephen's Latter

                                                                            Prologue

I did some tree work yesterday, it was tree work of the worst sort, the sort where you gotta use an extension ladder.  Trust me, I did all I could from the ground using the pole-saw extensions one is best, two is good,, but three means 18 feet.   Your entire body must be cabled-in in order to wield the length with ANY dexterity.  

The Maple had bi-furcated --  --  growing with 2 tops-----------they had to go because of leaf production, too much shade on a really old Conifer that looks the world to be a variety of Cypress.  I'm no good at Identification, despite my work with a tree surgeon.  

I was-doin' tree world to escape the Realm of Desk Devotion.  I mean shit ~~~~~~~~~~~that work wasn't goin' anywhere ------but--------I was stuck on a Simplistic from which I couldn't budge.  Sorta like not having any gas to fire an engine and keep it runnin'.  

It was tree work or `just sittin' ` ,  like,,  for hours.  You can see it wasn't REALLY a choice at all.

S.A.D. Ism

                                                                              Epilogue

I'm-gonna fry a couple of eggs, adorn them with Muenster Cheese and put the whole `Shihbang` on top of a bed of Rice.  Then >>>>>>>>  I'm gonna eat 'till I puke.

I'm NOT-gonna alert Marc to the presence of these blogs---I don't-wanna `hear his mouth`.  We've gotten into IT before, FANG AND CLAW with no CLEAR Winner -- only the Ravages of Blood-Soaked Shredded Flesh, the results of SADISTIC if not LAWFUL Inflict-tions of Reason, Common Sense and Higher Order Reasoning   ALL of which Apply to THIS Realm but NOT the Realm of the Celestial.  2 words  ==    So Be It.

I'm off to be the Wizard

Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....

Bow WOW

 The title of the Book is   Sword and The Arts  ---  Utilizing the Power of Zen Beauty.    As I stared into Perfect Space MYYYYY  >`Apparent`<  presented itself.    NOT Sword, but Marc's Zen Gardens came into Focus as PROMINENT and PRO-FOUND.   I settled back into Chairy-Chair's Muse Embrace.  I knew WHY the Universe had `Iron Wall` stalled me.   The "Light" of  KUDK  had blinded me.

I have only a "sense" of why Zen Masters resort to Expressions of Poetry to encapsulate their  Experience of Enlightenment.  These Expression are RAMPANT throughout the History of Zen.  I REVEL in these Expressions, Their Works ADORN my shelves.  Zen Master Seung Sahn is no different.  His Bone Of Space transmits the Energies of the Universe in such a manner that SNARES one's attention with GAPING Vacuity, a Vacuity of Receptivity REQUIRED if Conscious-Ness is to be e---x---p---a---n---d---e---d enough to ACCEPT Universal Operations.

Here, you know, it AINT   JUST   Poetry that is the `SOUL` ASPECT of Mind to Mind Transmission >>> No and FUCK NO.  Here, the Results of Sword Training MANIFESTS as Zen Gardening, Design and Manufacture.  Here, Master Fortin's  Breath-Taking BEAUTY is such that Celestial Beings BOW.

Yup            It's THAT.

 

"If 6 were 9"

Initially Marc had WANTED me to `flesh out` a Skeleton that he had created as "A Manual For KUDK Instructors".  The Pages he presented were Zen Bones.  I mean it this way ::  Marc BELIEVED that what he had written was in fact and in DEED a Live Body of OBVIOUS >Self-Evidentiary<.  I took the Work despite morbid Reluctance.  IT was as I had suspected.

There's a Beautiful Confession in the Opening paragraphs of  De Santillana's and Von Dechend's Hamlet's Mill that I will pervert into Steve-Speak.  "We read all this Shit, all the Myths, Stories,, Tales and Rhymes that permeate Western Consciousness as Fantastical Mentalities and were then FORCED to admit <  that not only did we NOT know WTF was going on >>> WE HAD NO FUCKING CLUE".   

After reading Marc's Cozmic Shit,,, I echoed their Distress.

Temper Meant

                                                                                Prologue

I returned to the 'Scene of the Crime', plopped into Chairy-Chair and tried to Settle,, the Writing Table littered with page after Page on notes and references,,, signaling a Venture into Clusterfuck Chaos.  It was SOOOOO Bad I covered the Entirety with one of my favorite Blue Sheets.  The Effect was Pro-Found---.

The Thought Wall had been erased.  I stared anyway    (                     )      .  

While staring into Emptiness I  >Real-Eyes-d<  that there was no Sword in KUDK because there COULDN'T BE.

According to THIS Temper-Meant The Perception of Sound and Light DID NOT APPLY to Sword.  If it DIDN'T 'Apply' to Sword, to what DID it Apply ?

I waited in the Wisdom Stillness of "Don't Know".

...murderous Relief .

                                                                              Epilogue 

I suspended yesterday's Efforts because of Iron Wall.  I couldn't find Sword in KUDK and `it` literally sickened me.  I was at FULL Power----still---- the Iron Wall stopped me, dead in my tracks, dead in the water,, dead in the air.  As usual, I gripped my own mental throat with a vise-like grip, in an effort to wring Words, or ANY Something that would pen-netrate Iron-ocity.  Nothin'-----------------and this Nothin' was as Pure as Nothin' could be.  I `tapped out` admitting Failure.  2 words~~~ I HATE FAILURE~~~ thing is, I'm not just Good at it, I'm fucking TERRIFIC.  Woe IS me.

I got outdoors and decided to Mow.  I had to lower the deck to achieve Fall Height, the height that allows fallen leaves to whisk about and `end-up` in manageable piles in easily accessible locations.  Capitol M Mowing means Zen Mowing =  Using Kwan Seum Bosal Mantra with each step, and proceeding at a Walking Meditation slug.  I listened to the Engine -- its drone soothing--Healing almost.  The morning's efforts evaporated.  It was murderous Relief.

Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....

Opi Dumb

 Recently I've been harassed by a New Voice that sterns, "Ya got some Plan do ya?"  It's an ancient Senex of Unknown Origin.  I have yet to respond, check that, I have been UNABLE to respond.  Yeah I got a Plan and NO THERE AINT NO FUCKING PLAN.     The fucking Plan is   OBVIOUS   by being COMPLETELY OBSCURE.  I don't question this Obscurity because I want to Believe THAT'S how the Universe 'Works'.  All Knowledge by way of "Don't Know".  With respect to KUDK the Truth is RIDDLED by Truth.      Here's the Riddle :          Where is Sword in KUDK ?  

It gets worse.  How does Perceiving Sound and Perceiving Light produce Sword Mastery and its Experience of Enlightenment ?  What is the DIRECT Effect of Sound and Light ??  

The Deal is this :  Just DOING Sword IS the Experience of Enlightenment ---- so to with JUST SITTING.  How great would it be if Marc accepted THAT !!!  

Wishful Thinking calls for Opium Deliberations.   

Shit Fit

 In the Shambhala Dictionary of Buddhism and Zen, under Manjushri,, there is this :   "He [Manjushri] is thus the experience of enlightenment as manifested in intellectual exposition."  I have taken this THIS to be MYYY Writing Enlightenment Salvation.  Here it is that Writing IS my Zen.  I scrawled those words onto the Thought Wall, then poured myself into Chairy-Chair and just Stared.  

This surfaced, >>>>  `KUDK is the experienced of Enlightenment through the Motion Meditation of Sword and the Seated Meditation of Mind Sword.`

I could hear Marc BELLOW.  Indeed  ,,,   he had every Right to do so.

Where the fuck do "Perceive Sound" and "Perceive Light"  `fit in` ?

No clue-----------------------------------   no         fucking           Clue.

Quantum Quandary

 Marc and I have been embroiled in SUPER-Heated Discussions that SOUNDED like a combo of Lion versus Tiger ROARS and Dragon Heaven-and-Earth-Splitting THUNDER.   Technically >>  You are NOT suppose-ta Fuck with another Man's Art.  I'm gonna GIVE him THAT -----------But I MUST Consider MYYY Art to be JUST AS Considerable and The Art of Writing imposes the STRICTEST of Academic Impositions not only upon sentence structure but upon rhetorical Delivery.  `Shit` MUST-BE Readable---there MUST be a Harmonic Aesthetic that ensures Reader Resonance with the Written Word:  but Here there exists a "What-it-is-in-Realty" that opposes a "What-it-REALLY-Means".  I mean it SHOULDN'T but it DOES.

Shit--------------what am I gonna do about that ?   What am I SUPPOSE-TA do about it ?

Invisible Sword

 Problems arise when Simplicity is aggravated by Conditional Reality.  Even "Name and Form" can suffer as the Expense of Appellation manu-FACT-ures high quality WTF.  So it is with Kwan Um Do Kwang = Perceive Sound and Light.  If anyone chances upon this it would be difficult to 'see' Sword unlike Shim Gum Do which has in its title >> Sword [Mind Sword Path].  KUDK is a Sword Discipline---something you'd never know from its title.  'Kwan Um' itself is the name of the School that Zen Master Seung Sahn founded.  Here, Kwan Um was altered slightly with the addition of 'World' which makes it "Perceive World Sound".  The Practice for School Members is straight forward.  Seated Meditation has as its Focus the Perception of Sound.  Just Hearing is the Experience of Enlightenment, or so we are meant to Believe.  I most DEFINITELY Believe.  'Just Hearing' is deployed in one of SS's Teaching Letters in Dropping Ashes On The Buddha.  Here he notes that Just Hearing IS "Clear Mind" and that this "Clear Mind" IS Enlightenment.  

You can see MYYY  Problem -----------Nowhere is Sword to be Found in KUDK.   

"Uhhh    Houston ?         We have a Problem."

"...they got earphone heads..."

                                                                                  Prologue

I awoke into the first word of the 1st sentence of this morning's Session.  I turned to see the clock >>> 2.  Phuck.  I got up to relieve myself and when I returned I was in Full Conscious-Ness.  I shifted to my side for a few seconds, then got prone--------------nothin'.  The Universe was calling, calling,, calling.

Yesterday was a HUGE Day.  Storage Problems were answered by a delivery of Items I had "Sent Out" for in Earnest Desire----it was the RAW Desire of Lust sans ANY Humility WHATSOEVER.  I've been figurin' that because I'm in my 70th Year, that, I shouldn't haf-ta wait for Material Items that I can afford WITHOUT Shame or Guilt.   Still --------------------it's SOOOOOOO much BETTER if the Universe supplies these items in a form of Blessing-  A Cozmic Blessing that assures me I'm on the RIGHT (Write) Path, my Orientation is Correct and the Trajectory is True.  

I told myself I NEEDED new Head-Phones and I was-gonna get them whatever the Cost.  On a road nearby Some Folks had laid out items with the sign "FREE".  In their garage I spied Headphones.  You giving up these headphones ? "Yes".  I was shaking in Disbelief.  These were Kenwood's KH-51's --- despite their Ancient Design they LOOKED Brand New.  I tested them >> BRAND FUCKING NEW.

Oh my oh my oh my.

So burr

 Thing is---after a While you DON'T  need the Special Medicine whose Chemical Velocity `frees` you from Psychological Gravity.  You just-gotta Believe me on this.  The SOBER REALITY  allows for Multi-Dimensional Penetration IFF you have Trained Hard Enough and L--------O---------N--------G  Enough.  Arresting my Addiction to Booze was a Great Accomplishment---however; the Entry into the Realm of Stillness which I Real-Eyes-d at the conclusion of my 3rd Dan Test,  will FOREVER be the ULTIMATE. Technically this IT defines my Enlightenment Experience,   Check that,   It DOES Define it.

Crap      where was I ?????

Influenca

 Did you get that ?  InfluENCa  .  That's a perversion of InfluENZa.  How great is that ?   How great am I?  I just love myself so much >>>>>  SOOOOOOO Much.

Whenever I arrive at this Junction I wonder if a lateral drift into the Realm of Drug Induced Revelatory Experiences deserves Scholarly Examination.   Thank Goodness Dr. William James took the time to describe a One Such with general alacrity.  I've `done time` with many several One Suches and have NEVER been disappointed, even when 'Nothingness' has been entered.  Marc has described this Realm as the "Inner Sanctum" --- the one of Near Comatose-Ocity, the one of Physical Paralysis but Mental Freedom.  Buddhist Dogmaticians refer to this Realm as 270.  Normal Physics does NOT exist in this Realm.  Instead Dream-like Activity is experienced as a Reality-- the only difference being the Presence of Other Dimensional Others.  Here, the Quantum Membrane that separates Normal Reality from Multi-Dimensional Realities allows Permeation.  I must confess.  The Experience of Other Dimensional Realities has been excruciatingly THRILLING for me.   How great is it to Dwell in a Realty where FLIGHT is as simple as BREATHING ????            I'm just sayin'...................

The Tao of Drugs

 Marc's Enlightenment Experience resulted in new 2-Sword Forms AND the "Perceive Sound-Perceive Light" Mental-Spiritual Attributions.  When Marc presented this THIS to Zen Master Seung Sahn Marc was 'Given' Enlightenment Affirmation recognized by his Elevation to 8th Dan (Star) Status and the Kwan Um Do Kwang  Appellation.  This 'Thing' was IZZ a BFD.  Marc's Attainment is PROOF that following the Path of Sword that combines Motion Meditation with SEATED Meditation results in (an) Enlightenment.  What Differentiates KUDK from other Enlightenment is Marc's adherence to the Physics of Ancient Mexican Sorcery, described by Carlos Castaneda in his 7 volume exploration of the Teachings of Don Juan.  Some of you may recall the Attention given to Castaneda's Work by 70's Hippies intent upon Value-ating Drug Experiences as RELEVANT Psychological Undertakings.  Dr. Timothy Leary tried to MainLine LSD usage in order to E-x--p---a----n-----d the Minds of the American Conscious Collective.  When Carlos `hit the scene` the 'It' of Drug `Re-Orientation` was already in place.   I'm no Hippie but I DID adhere to the Physics of Drug Induced Revelatory Experiences.  However, my Studies of TAOIST Alchemy proved to be my Intellectual Stanchion, plus I was reading the Works of Dr. Carl Jung with RAVENOUS appetite.  So---I mean---there's THAT.

Obscurational Reflexivity

 I had a bit of a  Bre ak>>>Through  yesterday while working on the Connection of  'Perceive Sound'  and 'Perceive Light'   to Kwan Un Do Kwang the Material Result of Master Fortin's Enlightenment Experience.  It was NOT without some Struggle.  When I went to gather affirmation from the Kwan Um School, I was greeted, rather roughly, with explanation and description that defied ANY Semblance of a Logic Aesthetic.  It's bad enough that I must wing through the rarefied SWAMP Gas of Celestial Speak-- to find it here among the indigency of Those-Held-To-Description was disturbing.  Specifically, Kwan Um translates to Perceive Sound,  further amplified  to Perceive  WORLD   Sound.   The first line of the Description rendered Perceive Sound as COMPASSION.   How the fuck did THAT get there ?!  It irritated me that I (K)new the Intention, but it DIDN'T make  for  the  Allowance  of  Forgiveness.   Zen,  in its Varieties of Experience is difficult enough WITHOUT the insertion of  well-intentions Non-Sense.  The logical Thought Line SHOULD have been expressed to ease the reader into an Introduction that GUARANTEED Receptivity.   Instead, "Well-they-should-know-that" was mentally assigned to the sentence resulting in Obscurational Reflexivity.   Most of us HATE `Obscurational Reflexivity`  -- I know I do, like, for sure.

Interstitial Space

 Here's what it all `comes down to` >

 "No dependence on words or letters"      versus     " The Pen is MIGHTIER Than The Sword".

I don't like even ONE bit of It.

On BOTH ends, the Truth of Personal Identity MUST-BE Sacrificed if Realistic Apprehension is to be Approached.  THAT    looks-like this  > IamMarc-Marcisme.   Mercifully that THAT is True in ALL Human Cases, meaning, "We are all pastries from the Same Bakery"  only the AMOUNTS of Ingredients change".  I AM You, You ARE me.  Simple.   

Forgive an old man for losing Sight of the 1st Nature.  

I'm gonna leave this Mess as it is.  

Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....

WOEDERFUL

 I had-ta tag Conscious-Ness with `First Nature` because of "2nd" Nature -- the one of sheer UNCONSCIOUS Presence,, the Presence of Breathing and ALL other autonomic functions.  Also: We say that someone's Pure Activity is 2nd Nature, because of the EASE at which and OF which difficult skills are performed.  Just as we Value Life, so it is we Value this physical attainment of Special Performance. Special Performance Validates "Mastery".  Our Civilization Highly Values      > Mastery < .

I Want THAT.  

Woe is me.  I say again, WOE IS ME.

"Let's Make A Steal"

 ...here's the Deal.  In order to secure Comprehension Viability > It APPEARS that I must introduce Some-of-Myy-Own Shit.  Comprehension relies upon a  LOGICAL  Sequence in Delivery, meaning, individual Phrases, Concepts and Imaginings MUST be presented in an ORDERLY (Rational) Fashion.  Now on MY end I want to use Authorial Intrusion as ENHANCEMENT to 'flesh out' Marc's Zen Bones.  You could hear his SCREAM of Agony for 500 miles.  Cloud-Speak IS diminished when it comes to Earth.  Translators sometimes falter under the Stress.  I'm no exception.  Still-- 'Readability' MUST be a Generative FOCUS if Comprehension is to be Approached.  Speaking French to a tiny-tot who can barely understand `the English` does NOT Serve True Communication.  Using Cloud-Speak explain and translate Cloud-Speak serves NO ONES' interests.  

So -----------------in order to define First Nature as Ego-Ridden Conscious-Ness, the One that is 'tuned' to Earthly Energies, and is subject to Planetary Karma,, I was Forced to present The Planet Earth as having the Whole of Human Conscious-Nesses as ITS Conscious-Ness, that of the Earth Mother and Her Twin Mother Nature.

So far no good.

Imbecilatron

I'm at a point where I want to make my present living by 'stealing Marc blind' in frontal FULL View.  I know rite ?   I know what you Gize are thinking, "Sabom, you asshole, didn't Master Fortin SAVE YOUR SWORD Life ?  Hasn't he given you Solace and Sanctuary, hasn't he GIVEN you THOUSANDS of Dollars in Rock Rigging Equipment and GEAR ?  And what about all those pharmaceuticals >> hasn't he DEVOTED himself to YOUR Health, Well Being and Literary Immortality ? "  .    Well Shit---when you put it THAT way ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

One Word :  Sibling Rivalry.  Marc 'brings out' the Best and the WORST in me.  With regard to 'his' Book--I know EXACTLY what he wants.  Not only do I possess Capacity but Ability as well.  I KNOW that THAT 'goes up his ass' with singular Excruciation---sadly---MUCH to my GREAT Delight. 

There is an Axiomatic Adage in which I revel  =   "The Pen is MIGHTIER than the Sword".

Because I think Bad Things does that make me a Bad Person  Two Words ::   I   Don't   Care.

 

Telephuck

Yaknow Kidz, I wouldn't even BE here, rite-ing this shit,  had it not been for Marc's cell-phone call.  I'd texted him to make certain he read my Blogs' Offerings of the Other Day, and I `told` him HOW to respond, with a simple "OK".  Instead, I got this:  "Don't talk, I've got to monologue you".  He then proceeded into a diatribe Rage hat bordered on hallucinogenic Hysteria and NOT 'the good kind' neither.

Marc "aint from around here".  He dwells among the Celestial Immortals as ONE OF THEM.  Marc speaks in Celestial Dialect, the one where suppositions and "Taken for granted" exist in Sentence Structure where Subject and Predicate are sometimes LIGHTYEARS distant.  Here too, Celestial Dialect, which I have 'dumbed-down' to "Cloud-Speak",, uses Volitional Intent to charge and SUPER-charge words and phrases with Ideational Reductivity, that's the One of Telepathic Pronouncements.  In the same way that Chinese Idiograms carry pronunciation AND Imaginational Images to convey TOTALITY of Meaning, so it is with Cloud-Speak. 

I Confess-----------Most of the Time I am  CLUELESS when Marc delivers Celestial Dharma.  So it was with yesterday's One-Sided Telephuck.  

My-nd

 I am reluctant to assign "Ego" to this First Conscious-Ness.  Ego is fraught by multiple miss-adventures of "Sight and Sound"---- and, as a result, has a(n) Historical Presence that presents as REAL, Dominance of Personal Entirety.  Here it is where, "I think, therefore I AM" is as much a Defilement as BELIEVING the Moon is made of Blue Cheese.  The Western Mind is Ego-Ridden.  Look around.  LOOK at what Ego has Wrought upon the World because of its Greed, Avarice, ARROGANCE and Cruelty.  The Qualified Ego of Psychology is RARELY identified as Normal Human Development.  Psychologists routinely speak of HEALTHY  Ego, the one of RECEPTIVITY to Education and Political (Intramural) Refinement. "Ego" has gotten a "BAD RAP" because IT DESERVES A BAD RAP.  

In the end I MUST assign 'Ego' to First Conscious-Ness, the Outer World Conscious-Ness, and too, tag 1st Conscious-Ness with `Outer MIND` so that I can bring Inner Mind, the Realm of Self, the Self that, instead of being subject to Planetary Conscious-Ness, is INTIMATELY Bound to UNIVERSAL Conscious-Ness---Universal MIND into objective Prominence as ESSENTIAL to Evolutionary Advancement. 

Here it is where, "The Nature of the Universe is created by MIND alone".  This THIS, sure as shit, LOOKS like,    Mind has created the Universe.

Lock Ness

 I believe there to be an `Outer Conscious-Ness`, the so-called Normal Conscious of Day-to-Day Actuality that is susceptible, check that, a Conscious-Ness that is subject to Existence Sustainability, that's the One of Work, and Procreation, the one of Material Sensation, the Physical EARTHLY Realm of "I am".  To be born onto this World with Human Form BINDS us to the Shared Commonality of Existence, which I, as a Zen Buddhist, meet as An Existence that Entails Suffering.  Here it is where each and every one of us, is Af-Fected and E-Fected, by the Laws of Karma, which, in Buddhist Quantum Theory, GOVERNS the Totality of UNIVERSAL Existence. ["All things THROUGH Karma"].  This Outer Conscious-Ness is the Contra of the Inner Conscious-Ness, the One of Dr. Jung's "Collective Un-Conscious" the one of PLANETARY Conscience.  Here, the UNIVERSAL Conscious-Ness is made Manifest in INDIVIDUAL Psyche, which is that of PLANETARY Refinement.  Global Myths of seemingly Identical Profile DEFINE the Human Science of Imaginational Reality.  

The PRIMARY Characteristic of this Outer Conscious-Ness is the Mechanism of Thinking, the That which generates Thoughts.

St-owned

 In order to establish First and 2nd Conscious-Nesses within the Human Condition, I found myself needing to ascribe to the World its own Conscious-ness.  I've been at this Particular in Before Land.  Because of the Ascension of the Global Internet, which I consider to be the NEURAL NET of World Brain, I figured the Postulation itself would be readily accepted by Who-Knows-Who's-Reading-My-Shit. Intellectual Viability sometimes comes at the Cost of "What-the-Fuck", a Something that reveals itself as Perfect Mystery, in that it encapsulates Psyche Science with Child-Like Wonder.  Media Mystics of the Marshal McLuhan and Franklin Foer ilk depend upon GENERAL Social Acceptance of Postulates and Theories which advance the Evolutionary Flow of Imaginational Inference.  I am child of this same Ilk.  It is no GIANT Leap from "the Mind of the Body Politic" to the Mind of The Whole of Human Existence as it exists on this, what Jimi Hendrix has located as, "Third Stone From The Sun".  Global Reality which I will shorten to Globality, is experienced by us Moderns as Normal Part of Day-to-Day Sensation, at least for those of us who watch the News, and for Others, who monitor the Internet with Religious Fervor.  The Mythology is straight-forward,  Mother Nature and Her Twin, Mother Earth, have a Conscious-Ness.  We, as Their Children, have that Same.

Harb Oar

There's the Row Boat Scene in "Good Will Hunting".   It's the FIRST one, where Matt shreds Robin's "Paint-by-numbers" art with callous insensitivity.  Robin depicted his life after his Wife's Departure as a rower in a tiny boat, wrestling for Life Itself, while being both deluged and rampaged by wave after merciless wave in a Perfect Storm of Cozmic Cruelty.           I mean                there's THAT.

It is this Ocean of the Unknown, defined by Cozmic Forces, that is referred to as The Path or Way.  

Is there a Something, besides oars and boat, that can Navigate on this Ocean and Through these Storms ?

Yes.  

 Rock Steady........Steady as She goes....

Prahbubillity

 I prahbubly would have been a member of Future Fuck-uPs of America had that been offered as registered Group to co-exist beside Future Teachers of America.  Some of us did NOT know what Life had intended for us, and we existed in Ocean of Don't Know, where we struggled with one Karmic Storm after another, this, while Others dwelt upon the Land of the Knowing, content with the Knowledge of Forseeable Outcome, the one where Life-Path somehow 'came-with' Direct Access to Occupation Finality.  We know these Chosen.  Suffering for THEM is Something BEYOND "Over there".  Safety and Security is their Cozmic Lot, deservedly so, for the most part, having existed for several Eternities with Bodhisattva-like Resolve and Intuition.  Trust me here, they BLESS the Planet.

But for us, seemingly Savage Outgoers, Life delivered a Ruthless Succession of Agonizing Impossibilities, Karmic Cruelty of Untold and Untellable Abominations, Each with Beauty AND most HIDEOUS Atrocity, directed toward Soul best Icon-ed as Prometheus crucified on Mount Caucasus Rock, his liver being shredded by the incessant pecking of a starving Vulture.  Yup        that.

Lyte

 There is a rather irritating aspect or component of 'Light' that grates the Consciousness with pseudo-resolution.  We say, "Allow me to shed some 'Light' on the subject".  Here, there is no REAL Light, as in light bulb light, but rather Light is offered as Understanding, in the form of deepened Explanation or enhanced Description.  Light, when used in THIS Context is referred to as Illumination.  Nonetheless, this Illumination helps REVEAL what lies within the Darkness of The Unknown, the `That` which CANNOT be Seen.  We can rest with, The Light that Reveals the Path, and apply THIS to Master Fortin's "Perceive the Light that Illuminates the Path".   

Lie-t

 You want to believe, check that,  I wanted to believe, that the Study of Martial Arts 'leads-to' Enlightenment.  I mean, it does----------sorta.  But, as I sat, I detected a strangeness to that Assumption. It MITE be true, but to only a Few.  It didn't 'SIT' well.  I put it aside and looked at the 'Light'.  The Light OBVIOUSLY was NOT 'Material' in ANY > way, shape,, or form.  It HAD-TO be recognized as INNER Light, which then posed the Question, What is the true nature of this Inner Light ?  I reasoned, like So Many Others, that this Inner Light was NOT a Feature delivered by External Socialization, but that, like Buddha Nature, we are BORN with said Light.  I mean, shit, I don't like that either, but given the Context, it's just EASIER to allow it to be part of the Human Identity.  Buddhist Dogma ascribes the Existence of Buddha Nature to the Human Condition.  I have GREAT FAITH that this THIS is Accurate beyond all measure and scope.       I Believe.

Environmentality

        I got onto Twitter but the cursor didn't appear.  It happens sometimes.  I figured the Universe had other Plans for this morning's Early Effort.  I was working on exploring the true nature of the "Light" in Master Fortin's "Perceive the Light that Illuminates the Path".  What is the Nature of this Light, exactly HOW does it Illuminate the Path, and What is this "Path" anyway ?".   Residing in the Emptiness of "Don't Know" ALWAYS permits access to the Realm of Answers.  That THAT isn't as helpful as it appears.  Answers abound.  They suffuse Reality like the microwaves of cell phones, TV and Radio Broadcasts and the like.  The Deal is to `hook-up` the Answers to the Questions.  Any Scientist will tell you.  When you ask the wrong Questions, the Answers to these 'questionable' Questions may simply create a realm of Confusion.  Worse, the Answers may NOT supply either Meaning nor Context, which both sucks AND blows.  This `sucks` and `blows` is  mental turbulence.  It's an Environmentality that obscures the Absolute by BEING the Absolute.  There's nothing to do except to "ride it out".

Third Eye Kind

 I always thought I had to leave behind a Testament that included my ALL.  However, I NEVER   really Believed I would `get to it`.  I figured that my Journals would languish in someone else's While and then be carelessly discarded in a surge of Whole-house Purge.  ...so now there is this ravishing Opportunity to deadpan this ALL together with Master Fortin's.  My Life's Work has been to De-Riddle Cosmic Kong-ans and Grasp the True Nature of Existence expressed as Enlightenment.  Here it is whereby I regard my Efforts as MY Contribution to the Advancement of Civilization, the one where Sword has given me the Energy to express the Personal as COSMIC Identity, the one where Hermann Hesse evolves as Martial Artist and ALL Arts Sage and thereby encourages Others to deepen their Spirituality and as a Result, Mitigate and Manage Misery.

That's it for now.

Rock Steady..........Steady as She goes....

Franticy

 I looked around.  Things had to change.  If I was-gonna write Conditions had to exist that would promote indoor desk activity.  I needed CLEAR Space, Music, Weight-lifting machinery, plus my speed bag Regimen, Sword Work as well.  I needed tables, research tables, writing tables blah, blah,, blah... I've spent the last 3 weeks Clearing and Cleaning, Reordering and Repositioning,, Solving Logistical Problems with "Martian" Execution,,, although the Scene in "Limitless" best portrays the Activity as Psychological Attribution of Intelligent Design, meaning, ORDER generates CLARITY.  

I set to task in (with) a torrid tornadic Frenzy >> a Bi-Polar meld of the Tazmanian Devil and Mr. Clean.  But.............. there were Demons.  I indulged in Franticy, (Frantic Idiocy), the one where I wondered if I could actually devise the Opening Sentence.  As I plowed the Clusterfuck Fields of Over and Undergrowth, YEARS of deliberative Confusion, the sheer DAUNT of Undertaking gagged me with gut grinding Anxiety.  I had the Ability but did I have the TALENT ?   Was I REALLY a Writer ?????? !

"Book him Dan-O"

 It was time.  Marc reached into his bag and removed a black file folder.  I eyed it with ominous suspicion.  "I have this".  What is it ?  "It's the 'Manual for KUDK Instructors' ".  He set it on his lap.  I waited.

He'd given it to several Others--- BIG Brains and SUPER BIG Brains----in the Hope of having them work his -------------------- Material -- into Readable Text.  They had declined.  One Editor told him, "You can't write".  Marc had responded with, "I know"---the Editor rejoined, "No, you REALLY can't write."  

I was still waiting.

What are you gonna do with it ?  "Well----that's why I'm here.  I want you to write it up as a Book."  When I didn't respond he tried to entice with, "We can be Co-Authors".  

I leafed through the file.  To my ASTONISHMENT and DISMAY I saw paragraphs of Material I had already summarily REJECTED.  All he had done was double-space the typing.  It was the Same clusterfuck gibberish only neatly presented.  I shook my head,    Are you fucking kidding me ?  
"I'll pay you 15 hundred".  I snapped back More like 10 THOUSAND.  KING GRAND in Street Parlance.  He feigned Surprise but kwikly agreed. He agreed SOOOO kwikly I sed, I will need cash for expenses that will NOT be included as part of the `King`.  He nodded.  I continued -- and all the Rigging stuff you have already Given me will NOT be considered as "Monies Up Front". "Of course".

 A Book Deal-----------------------------------go figure.

"Kill Bill"

 Way Back in Before, I had wanted to kill Marc.  His [mis-identified as] Elitist Arrogance, the result of his Self-Delusion, had been used to reduce me to Servant/Slave.  He wanted me to 'flesh-out' a skeleton of ideas he thought were Cosmic Being.  Reading the skeleton was a swim in an open cesspool.   Sentences were constructed as if NO Rules of Engagement even EXISTED.  It was as if Marc considered himself ABOVE the Laws of Grammar.  Frustration led to Exasperation.  Marc INSISTED his work was Viable, all I had to do was make it readable.  No way.  It was a clusterfuck of Esoteric Gibberish and I told him so.

We `got into it`.

After a month of BITTER Religious Animosity, I told him to go fuck himself.

It ended with  "I'll see you in 500 Liftetimes" the Buddhist Way of saying "You're a fucking ASSHOLE and I want nothing further to do with you."

Hello Cataclysm.

Chronos, the Hound of Space

 Marc fucked me.  

He arrived for his vacation a week BEFORE what he had given me.  The Sacred Space of the Four Noble Truths still unfinished and horribly unkempt.  I was Ashamed.     I had such GLOWING Plans.  

He came, like the Magi he is, bearing Gifts  >> a Cornucopia of Pharmaceuticals <<  I stared at his Bag Apothecary ---  I stared as if Stupid.  There was something...    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    ... something.

We sat.   Marc spoke of Things, Energy and Being ---ever the Talker--- .  As usual half of what he spoke was confounding-ly incomprehensible.  Most often it takes me MONTHS to assimilate his words, weeks longer to arrive at Meaning.  

Marc "ain't from around Here".  Inter-Dimension Travel has skewed his ability to speak the English.  I mean that in this way >> he speaks using English Words, but he piggy-backs English with Ancient Sword and Sorcery Aggravation that implies Quantum Mechanical Origin.  At BEST, `it's` Frustrating.  At Worst it's Spiritually Sonorous but not in Sonorous's GOOD Way.  It's more like an inexorable drone of estoericisms much of which only Marc can claim as "Reality".  

I try to Listen.  I `end up` slapping his Offerings as if they were so many mosquitoes.  He continues nonplussed.  He Believes.  As my attention lags I begin to hear him as Vonnegut's "The Hound of Space" barking, barking barking.  

Swelter

 Some mornings, just getting upright and moving toward the Toilette was an excruciating Ordeal.  How can that BE ?  The Previous Day's Production `done` in REPREHENSIBLE "SUPER Slo-Mo" with        E--X--T--E--N--D--E--D rests, pauses, stalls, and even NASA-like "Holds" that SHOULD have granted me "Stay"--- Certainly NOT the ravages of  `You are "Exceeding Design Parameters" ` Ligament and Tendon Damage--- the ones where Muscles scream YOUARESOFUCKINGOLD.

I will speak of Self Hatred, the one where Weakness is Transmogrified---the one where every Step is somehow Malicious---the one where just getting up from a seated position requires PLANNING.  

I didn't see `It ` coming.  

Yesterday I was 26.

Wonder-Dread

 ...and there was Wonder --- not the Wonder of Children, Kittens and Pups, but the Wonder of Dread, as if Death had issued me Its Warrant.  I wondered, this day ?  This Task ? This Job ? Would I be `called` during these Hours wearing these shoes ? Would I be allowed to Die 'With my boots on' ???  I wondered.

I fought to stay Level, fought harder to stay Plumb.  In between HOURS of Kwansum Bosal Mantra the `Surfacings` of my Life, and thoughts of Geezus Fucking Qrist, WHATTHEFUCKHAVEIDONE ?????

It was sickening.  

I wondered~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .

The `Rush` in Crush

 In the Past I liked to spoof-out "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" by relating Summertime `Goings On`.  This Past was experienced as gruelingly ruthless.  There was unremitting SUFFOCATING Heat and Humidity, the Air so Wet, I had to use my gills to breathe.  This Edge, the Edge of NEAR Collapse, the one where sitting and blinking produced GALLONS of sweat, and it was so Hot, so THICK with Air SYRUP, that there was NO sound;;; the birds Still,,, as if Death had wrought Silence into Lead Steel,,, to use its Weight to CRUSH one's lungs.  I resided in this Crush, breathing the Syrup,, relishing the INTENSITY of Existence~~~~ 

There were Times of Old, when,,, as I reloaded the saw with fuel, it BOILED once it made contact~~~the sweat from my face dripping into the reservoir.  That Heat, that OVEN  face-melting Heat-- it `made` me feel ALIVE.  `It` was there this Summer, the searing BEAUTY of Molten Moments.