When Helen Lived…

The problem is, if god is dead, then you lose the most important word in your language and you will need a substitute. God was one end, one extreme, and when one extreme disappears from your mental vision the necessary and inevitable is that you will fall to the other extreme, and that is what has happened… Instead of god, fuck has become the most important word in our language.—Osho, Strange Consequences

I awoke this morning at 4:20… 80) I know, I know…) wrapped in a dream, no a vision. Ever woken up to find yourself in a natural altered state? Hard to describe, this many hours on, but it was in the middle of a toss of I-Ching coins, with the universe spinning around within a chamber filled with beings. I woke up, promised myself I would remember everything, and I did, until I awoke from another dream where I was in a hotel in Northern Pakistan, holding a conversation with a Sufi master disguised as an inn-keeper one moment, and then various other characters following.. Ah… sleeping… not as safe or somber as one would expect. I found that a couple of hours having such altered mindscapes reveals the multiplicity of accessible states. You don’t need drugs, meditation, or any technique except what is already there inside awaiting to be revealed…
Editing the next issue of The Invisible College at this point, and getting closer, yes…. closer.
Warm Regards,
On The Menu:

Quotes: Osho…

The MaryJane Links…

Michael Stearns – Planetary Unfolding

Coyote A Chippewa Legend

Poetry: William Butler Yeats For A Mid-Week Read…

Art: Helen Of Troy…

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“Experience life in all possible ways –

good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light,

summer-winter. Experience all the dualities.

Don’t be afraid of experience, because

the more experience you have, the more

mature you become.”



Coyote A Chippewa Legend
Coyote was walking along a lake and saw a flock of ducks, which put him in the mood for a good duck dinner. So he stuffed a bag full of grass and walked past the ducks, stepping lively and singing a catchy tune.
“Where are you going?” asked one of the ducks.
“I am going to a circle,” replied Coyote.
“What’s in the bag?” asked the duck.
“Songs that I am bringing to the circle,” replied Coyote.
“Oh, please sing your songs for us,” the ducks all said.
“I’m very busy”
“Please, please, please, please ….”
“I’m running late …”
“Please, please, please, please….”
“Oh, alright. I’ll sing a song for you, but I need your help. All of you stand in three lines. The fattest ones in the front, those in the middle who are neither fat nor thin, and the thin ones in back. All of you close your eyes and dance and sing as loud as you can. Don’t anyone open your eyes or stop singing, because my songs are very powerful and if you do that you may go blind! Is everyone ready?”
“We are!” replied the ducks, and they fell into lines and began dancing and singing along with Coyote’s tune.
Coyote moved up and down the line, thumping the ducks on the head and stuffing them into his bag. The ducks were singing and dancing so hard that no one could hear the thumps or know what was happening.
This would have gone on till none were left, if not for one scraggly duck in the back who opened his eyes and saw what was going on. “Hey, he’s going to get us all!” cried the scraggly one.
At this, the other surviving ducks opened their eyes and made their getaway.
Coyote wasn’t too upset; he already had a lot of ducks in his bag. He went home and ate good for a good while.
The ducks went home and mourned their dead, and gave thanks to The Great Duck that one of them had been wise enough to open his eyes, and that the rest of them had been wise enough to listen to the one who gave warning.

“Infinite emptiness will be mirrored

: two mirrors facing each other . But

if you have some idea, then you will

see your own idea in me.”

– Osho


Poetry: William Butler Yeats For A Mid-Week Read…

Dance there upon the shore;

What need have you to care

For wind or water’s roar?

And tumble out your hair

That the salt drops have wet;

Being young you have not known

The fool’s triumph, nor yet

Love lost as soon as won,

Nor the best labourer dead

And all the sheaves to bind.

What need have you to dread

The monstrous crying of wind?

We have cried in our despair

That men desert,

For some trivial affair

Or noisy, insolent sport,

Beauty that we have won

From bitterest hours;

Yet we, had we walked within

Those topless towers

Where Helen walked with her boy,

Had given but as the rest

Of the men and women of Troy,

A word and a jest.

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,

The full round moon and the star-laden sky,

And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,

Had hid away earth’s old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,

And with you came the whole of the world’s tears,

And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,

And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,

The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,

And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves

Are shaken with earth’s old and weary cry.

The heart knows nothing of the past,

nothing of the future; it knows only of the

present. The heart has no time concept.”



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