Tepoztlan: Weather Report.

Rainy season has started, but not like 

any other of the eleven years I've been 

here. Always there have been one or two

nights of big winds to demarcate the 

change of seasons. This time, the rains

just started. The only thing that was the 

same was the appearance of "serviettas",

white butterflies that appear just before

the change of seasons in spring and fall,

wafting in the air like paper nap-djins.  

Anti-Gravity

Sense of humor is anti-gravity.

It's gravitas that brings us down.

If you laugh, you live longer, it's true.

We know many that don't have much 

to laugh about, but gallows humor

happens in grave situations and 

lightens the load of the inevitable.

I am against all the forces of gravity:

the force that makes my skin sag,

Nixonian heaviness,

life as a serious circumstance.

I will march with helium balloons!

I will go fly a kite!

I will shoot myself into space just

to be there!

Anti-slave work ethic!

Anti-emergency room P.C. children!

Anti-heavyweight repressive government!

Anti-propaganda and brainwashing!

Anti-robotic anti-human!

I think you see a pattern.

Anti-lack of luster and joyful celebration

to soar above oppressive lower realms!

The Third Mind

The term, "the third mind", was coined

by William Burroughs, with his

collaborator, Brion Gysin, to signify an

intelligence that seems to arise out of 

random association. This is not the third

mind to which I refer.

"I' and "other", "me" and "them" are the

two minds of the basic split, duality, 

binaryness. The third mind I mean is the

mind that pervades space, that is space

from which the other two minds arise.

It is not God, as many may wish, because

it does not effect the "poofing" of phenomenon

into existence...it is not a conscious creativity.

This third mind was born at the time of the

"Big Bang" along with everything else. Only 

after matter got itself together did it appear

as sentience.

The third mind is intrinsic to experience. 

Overcoming the delusion of the other two minds

is the purpose of human life; to live in harmony

with matter and its offspring.

Sense of separation, individuality, self 

consciousness are all a survival mechanism for

sentient beings until they have self evolved to

the point of complete integration and harmony.

Far from being wishy-washy, third mind 

manifestation in beings is accuracy beyond 

bi-polar, dualistic comparison. A third mind being

is simply part of the environment, a cloud that 

talks, a mountain that sings, in sentient form.

Discovering this third mind, complexity uncoils 

itself, there are no more questions. Matter and

consciousness have resolved their equilibrium.

Enlightened beings such as Buddha, the Sixteenth

Karmapa and Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, are

examples of the complete manifestation of this 

third mind, the true goal of humanity.

Maybe

Glen Close in "The Big Chill",

when she's in bed with Kevin 

Kline, her husband, high on

cocaine...he responds to her

drug rant in a rational way,

and she says:  "Maybe."

I'm thinking of saying that now

after anyone has responded to

anything I've said...."maybe."

It could be the conclusion of

any lecture I give..."maybe."

It would certainly be the answer 

to any salesman..."maybe."

If someone asks me if I believe

in anything...."maybe."

"Do you want to get married?"

"Maybe." 

(If only I'd said that then.)

"Do you pledge allegiance to

the United States Of America?"

"Maybe."

It could be sign of an imminent

break down...Brian Wilson,

before he spent thirty years in

bed, would end every discussion

with: "And then can we have world

peace?"

...maybe

The New Age

The New Age blossomed at the

Monterrey Pop Festival, and ended

by the time of Altamonte. Anyone who

discusses a "new awakening" or New

`Age happening now should consider

that that awakening flourished at that

time, and has been continuing since 

then in many fields such as organic

farming, alternative health, and spiritual

growth as a few examples. The 

movement itself was quashed by the CIA.

Even Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir were

co-opted. One powerful tool they used

was to cause a shift in drug use from LSD

and pot to amphetamine and heroin. That

was about all they needed to do. That shift

killed a lot of iconic musicians for example.

Even so, the spirit and discoveries of that

time live on and are helping young people.

As far as that spirit saving humanity from 

self destruction, that doesn't seem to be 

in the cards. All religions without exception,

as well as many indigenous cultures, see this

period as a very dark time, which we begin to

realize is true more and more as events unfold.

Sauve qui peut.

LSD

...is a bit like Buddhist liberation in that

ego doesn't stand a chance, which is 

precisely why people have bad trips...

ego is too strong and they can't let go.

I know because I had a couple of bad 

trips when I was younger. I took LSD 

recently, and that's one thing I 

discovered. It was like pouring water
into water this time.

Mind Training

Everyone's mind is trained one way

or another, whether it's passively

trained by upbringing, by formal

education, by athletic or military 

discipline. The mind becomes trained

in these ways not only to perform tasks,

but also in how it perceives and

reacts to reality. None of the afore-

mentioned types of trainings train the

mind itself, the instrument itself, bare 

and naked, to see clearly. No Western

education including the highest 

intellectual trainings, shows the mind how

to simply just be. This kind of training of

the mind is solely the province of Buddhist

meditation, some of the Indian yogas

and some of the martial arts.

So, basically, 99% of humanity is going off

half cocked in the sense that humans

have abilities to accomplish incredible things,

but don't always act in accord with natural

order  because their minds aren't trained to 

see how things really are apart from the

mental constructs that are a side effect of 

the way their minds have actually been trained. 

GMOs are one example of this.

In short, the mind itself needs to be trained

through the clarifying discipline of meditation

to be able to see reality without bias or 

preconception. This is natural, organic morality,

the opposite of being a chemist for Dow and

making lots of money because one can and it 

makes one feel good and not considering the 

consequences of one's work.

Dead Men Talking

Pundits, politicians,

anyone with an agenda,

New Age gurus, the list

of the disconnected goes on.

Strip them of their silk suits

and see how they do, not well.

Do real people need to apologize

for being real?

"Life is an ongoing sales call."

Spoken like a true sociopath.

Into The Next Page

.....into the next page of things. Is this a

continuation? Hard to pin point what isn't

Even Einstein said he didn't figure anything 

out...his ideas came to him in dreams like

Tesla. Tesla said he had all his knowledge

when he was a boy, but it took his lifetime

to manifest/realize it. As if his wisdom, his

immense knowledge, was somehow growing

in his mother's womb.

Heavy.

I'm in it for the duration. Imagine actually 

saying that if you were going to war, not

knowing what war meant. "In it for the

duration." How noble! 

But, if you had a choice?

Obviously, I don't, so, I am in it for the duration.

One must always take that into consideration

when one contemplates such adventures. In the

"olden days" I might have thought: "OK, I get

this, so, when does it stop?" Silly rabbit...try 

twelve hours from now. They don't call it a trip 

because you actually get anywhere at all....it's

just they didn't  know what else to call it. Bye bye.

Yes, Jerry, we know. It's truly weird here too.

Day Tripper #4

No pre-ramble...off and running.

Ok, so, I'm high...so what?

Was it a good idea?

Dunno....just dropped it without

much thought. After all this life I've

already had, what should I expect

that would be the least bit different?

I never took life at face value, I can 

tell you that...I always fucked with it

because it was always fucking with 

me. It deserved a dialogue. You want

me to accept things without 

discussion? Good luck with that. 

So, yes LSD, ahem! Where's Neal 

you need him? Never mind about that

now....we've things on our plate to deal

with...no time for nostalgia or wishful

thinking...the train is on it's tracks 

proceeding normally in it's inevitable 

direction. Enjoy the scenery.

OK, I will...thanks for pointing that out...

who am I talking to? Where do thoughts

come from...tell me that and I won't bother 

you anymore. 

Ok, I know it's come on....I remember...but,

for an unknown reason, it doesn't feel that

much different than the way my mind is now

ordinarily. What the fuck does that mean?

I graduated from LSD? Give me the fucking 

diploma.

It's good. I wanted something like this to 

happen, and now it is...imagine that. And

all this great music to listen to...holy fuck.

Nice and pure...the way I rarely had it in

the old days. It took the hammer of LSD to

shake me out of my stupor back then. Of

course, I shouldn't say it was my stupor. 

It would be presumptuous of me to suppose

I could have been the one who created the

somnolent world I was born into. My 

generation was lucky enough to have the

cosmic tool chest we used to wake up. Cosmic

dynamite to explode the myths we were force

fed...not that it was anybody's fault, really. 

Nobody I knew when I was young, parents

included, had a clue what was going on. They

found a way to survive that worked for them, 

and as far as the rest was concerned, they 

could care less. It was always just about getting

pleasure and avoiding pain....not that 

complicated really. Not sophisticated or complex.

Great works of art happen, sure they do. But

pointing to the artist is like pointing to the reflection

of the moon in the water. It's not the same as

pointing to the moon.

Hey, that was a pretty good one.

So, is the point of LSD, (any of it really).....

wait a minute..stop there. 

Real nice...talked to my friend...he was there for me.

Where to go from here? Right now, i'm experiencing

how arbitrary that question seems. I'm there....I'm

here even. Enough said. What's a hallucination 

between friends?

"Have a nice experience!" Might have to take a 

break from words. "Wore my 44 so long,

it made my shoulder sore.

I asked for it...gotta remember that....I asked for

it all...the whole life even.

I have music and I'm tripping balls...what a nation!

If I was paying much attention, `I'd probably be seeing

shit by now.....Nixon couldn't have handled it...good

thing Grace Slick didn't get to dose the coffee.

This is it...this is the experience of LSD....

how marvelous! If only the kids back home

could see me now! If only they could be me now.....

Now I know why we did it. Now I know why I don't

have to do it anymore, because it was there to 

show me where to go, and then, I went. So there.

The more less I know, the better I feel. I had to 

figure out that the complexity wasn't the essence.

I came to the conclusion that non-existence was

the only way I could continue. Actually the 

conclusion came to me only because I was paying

attention.

Doesn't have to make sense.

"If you wanna experience something truly weird,

you outta come up here for an idle half hour...it's 

truly weird."

Yes, Jerry, we know. That's why we all got naked

and had such a great time. Yes, Jerry, we know.

A little too fucking hot today...cool showers 

help a lot. No fucking way I'm putting on clothes 

for a while. I used to walk around my house, when

I was a kid, naked. Nobody seemed to mind.

Face The Music

The truth is always out there.

It doesn't change just because

we don't like it.

Wishing our lives could be a 

certain way ignores what joy

we have.

Spinning yourself into a coma

is not re-cycling...it's going

nowhere fast.

Face the music...it plays for

everyone the same.

.............................................

La vérité est toujours là-bas

Elle ne change pas juste parce que 

nous ne l'aimons pas.

Souhaiter que nos vies soient d'une 

certaine manière

Nous fait ignorer la joie que nous 

possédons.

Tomber dans un coma 

Ne constitue pas un nouveau cycle,

Cela ne nous conduit nulle part.

Fais face à la musique 

(ou : fais face à la vérité)

C'est la même pour tout le monde.

(French translation by Noelle Arnoult)

Notoriously Cynical Galaxy

Elsewhere, things were heating up.

Warning was flawless, but no one

had the radio on.

Brimstone in the bloodstream as

civilization didn't get used to the

new reality.

Bastion of uncertainty, world 

governance in random, slapstick

actions reveals blurred vision.

Timeline abandoned in chaos of

cascading events...the curtain has 

vanished and the gloves are off.

Thirteen

Early morning deserted city street

scattering of taxies, vile exhaust,

aura of a thousand feet of concrete

and steel straight up. Alleyway 

between buildings leading to a door.

"Thirteen"...the sound of the brass

knocker echoes in the alley

Death Of A Mexican Journalist

It's not news, really... they're dropping

like flies in a country that really has

little use for the truth. The natives lied 

to the Spanish that conquered them so

they could survive, and they got used to

lying. Another dead journalist? No 

importa. They should know better than to

try to tell the truth.

What's The Point?

What's your point of view?

What's the point of you?

Killing time 'til death,

I'm tired of sleeping...

Let me wake in eternity.

I've counted on disappointment

my whole life...it never fails.

"What's the meaning of this??!!"

What's the meaning of life.

The truth is stranger than fiction.

"Fiction has to make sense."  (M.T.)

"Everything is more the way it is now,

than it ever has been." (Eisenhower)

"Take a circle, caress it, and it will 

turn vicious."  (Ionesco)

A point is a place in space,

a line a moment in time,
a time line,
let alone Times Square.

Stun with luxurious cultural boundaries.

Drowsy musclemen binge on fame.

Defenestration

I prefer it to castration.

For once and all, 

it does the job.

My solution to 

over population.

I dreamt of the Apocalypse...

everything was gone

the world was grey.

Maybe cosmic rays are driving

everybody crazy...maybe 

pollution, physical and mental,

is doing the job. 

Sophistication, complexity, getting

lost in the details, not seeing the

forest, missing the boat of simple,

natural perfection in the cycle of

existence.

Throw it out the window!

Time Bombs

You finally get the joke

told a year ago.

Robert Parrish clotheslines

Bill Laimbeer two days after

Bill cheap shots Larry Bird.

Fukushima, revenge for

Hiroshima.

Snowflake CIA programming

blows up in society's face.

Wisdom fades and goes out,

leaving only nuclear confusion.

The Speed Of Time

Time is measurement of events

unfolding. We see time speed up or

slow down in accordance with the

speed the film is projected. As we age,

we seem to experience time moving 

more quickly than when we were young.

What are premonition or deja vu except

glitches in the matrix of time?

We experience the "movement" of time

through our senses. Time is a conceptual 

construct that arises due to the seeming

continuity of experience. Both Akira 

Kurosawa and Thinley Norbu have clearly

pointed out that people don't see the same

phenomenon in the same way. The speed 

of time is a relative phenomenon based on

perception, therefore the speed of light 

cannot be an absolute constant. It can only

be an event horizon.

Newtonian physics had its limitations 

describing natural laws....so must quantum

physics since both are limited by translating

perception into language. Communication 

between humans is only 100% efficient if

it is direct, immediate, and without words.

Light, Lilting Poem

not a truckload of dead babies...

not a hopeless howl...

No!

a sweet, lyric, lovely air,

(step over that corpse there)

about sunshine and crystalline air,

Xanadu realized! 

(it must be somewhere)

window open, cool night breeze

(my friend turned out to be a sleaze)

Dream of Olwen!

(Night On Bald Mountain)

Monet's water lilies!

(Guernica)

Stop, I say! Thou shalt not halt my reverie!

(Def Con Three)

Zen Joke

Why did all the people in the world

cross the road?

Because they thought there was

something on the other side.

Dance Of Death

Dance of death

dance of life

just more intense

when hormone serious.

Dance of life 

dance of death

the music never stops

how long 

snaps it's fingers

in the dingy bar

stale beer smell

pretzels

bad breath

loud useless talk

smoke and country music.

A drunk couple dances,

or holds each other up.

Walking Into It

"I wore my 44 so long

it made my shoulder sore..."

Waking into it,

walking into it...

...bar in Cicero

run by Frank's mom

sawed-off under the counter...

The "oh oh" moment

when you know

it's gonna happen.

The "oh oh" moment

standing on the platform

diploma in hand

catching a train to Chicago.

'"Oh oh" moment before "I do."

"Oh oh", walking into the room

where's a drunken Irish painter.

She takes her clothes off. "oh oh."

"Niagara Falls!"....oh oh....

"I want to be your student." ...oh oh...

"Just one more tiny mint."

White Rabbit

Trungpa saw a black rabbit

in car headlights, but it kept

eluding them...appearing and

disappearing. "Why is that

rabbit so important?" VCTR

said: "That's Tilopa."

Cut to Orson Wells in "The 

Third Man" talking about

cuckoo clocks and chocolate...

Cut to app. appearing on cell

phone that lets you create

virtual anything anyone and

you believe it's real, or, worse,

you become it and don't know it.

Cut to bankers jumping out windows,

latest bo-tox disaster,

balloon clown at child's birthday,

in the paper next day,

Cut to coffins in the woods...why are 

there so many conspiracy theories?

Because so much of the truth 

has been hidden. "Where there's 

smoke there's fire." It's just simple,

common sense

that we are in

that rabbit hole. 

Train Station Attendant

Looking east, waiting for

the 4:30

distant machine galloping over

national comatose dreamscape

largest absurdly poised pistons

deliver whatever wherever it goes.

The attendant, awed to be part of

industrial evolution. pauses as he

gazes down the steel track, the 

only thing he knows for sure.

Poet In Spite Of Himself

Not a testimonial...no...don't

wanna go there. But, ask 

Chayanne if he wants to stop

dancing....Stevens discovered

"a new knowledge of reality"

in his old age...Can Groucho

not be funny? It's karma, as far

as I can tell...or, being frightened

by a poet at a tender age...or,

possessed ( I wish) by a muse. 

No, it's just something my mind 

does...and, I like it, so, I keep

doing it, not reaching for the 

brass ring like Merwin, but,

wouldn't mind going out like

Dylan Thomas.

Old Age Hippie

Age old, old age hippie

not of this era;

people born in cement.

No, I grew up in and live

in green, yard outside

winking wabi-sabi.

60's the best time the world

has ever seen..no wonder

it couldn't last.

Born in disbelief of a world

run by lunatics, never caught

in that unbearable trap.

Yes, I'm sorry you didn't listen

to us, the poets, the music,

the tap on the shoulder.

It's all still there, on the record,

days of innocent defiance of

Disneyland Paradise Hell.

Look it up if you want to see

what life could have been.