The Myth of Perfection

Marine Buddha

“Warriors have no life of their own. From the moment they understand the nature of awareness, they cease to be persons and the human condition is no longer part of their view. You have your duty as a warrior and nothing else is important. So do your best. ….. The challenge of a warrior is to arrive at a very subtle balance of positive and negative forces. This challenge does not mean that a warrior should strive to have everything under control, but that a warrior should strive to meet any conceivable situation, the expected and the unexpected, with equal efficiency. To be perfect under perfect circumstances is to be a paper warrior.” (The Eagle’s Gift)

God is all powerful, all knowing, and perfect. Ah the agony of the all, to be placed on such a low pedestal of manipulation of the masses! But then again, if our perception of perfection is not beyond our grasp, then what are gods for? To encourage us to grow, become more, better… Whatever….

The Art of the Should

Plasma One

Seasonal affective disorder… an interesting pathology related to the lack of sun and vitamin d in ones diet often brought about by the darker times of the year.  Picked up by the mainstream media and now tossed into the mix with the holidays, it is another pathetic attempt to justify how much we are trapped by the perceptions of others.  Add to this the insanity of being politically correct. “Marry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” or “Quansa” or whatever and a host of shoulds surround a time of year that is one of the best.

The art of the should is all about fixating the assemblage point.  In fact it is the ultimate art.  It starts at a young age and grows into a terrible passion as we progress through life.  The should is the teacher’s and parent’s tool to get the child to act the same as them.  Often with no justifiable reason, shoulds are layered one on top of the other with no real reason or energetic meaning except that is the way things are.

Insanity and Sanity

Have you ever had the chance to take care of an insane person?  As a warrior of freedom it seemed like the last thing that one would want to do.  Insane people make no sense, they have no connection to reality… Right!  Reality.  Perception is reality.  So why not… So I met a completely insane person by societies standards.   He became one of my greatest teachers.

We were out at a park one day walking around the hills and night had fallen.  At first I was worried, would he stay sane enough to get him back to the truck and to his home?  I did not know.  We wandered back to the truck in silence, wandering along the tracks beside the lake we had come to see.  When we got to the truck he became very excited.  I told him, we needed to get into the truck and go home.  He became very agitated and could barely make the door open.  So I opened it for him.  Then buckled him into the seat.  Moving around to the other side of the truck, I got in.

He stared at me,  “We go on a journey now?”  He said as if he were just seven or something.  “I am ready.”  So I said yes, and turned the truck on.  We drove out of the park and onto the highway.  Then he wanted music.  So I turned on the radio.   Dave Brubeck Quartet was playing, My Favorite Things.  He laughed with glee and opened the window screaming out into the night.

I maintained as best I could.  But part of me started to really wonder.   I knew that to question the reality that was coming through his schizophrenia was to destabilize him completely.  So I laughed out loud and totally accepted the road we were on and the beautiful night that was spinning down the highway.  The song is very long in the version that we heard, loads of jazz twists and turns in sounds.

When the song ended, my insane friend turned to me and said in perfectly normal voice… “You know this is really just a big journey.  We didn’t come here to stay; we are just passing through.  If we can stay sane enough, which is not really sanity, we move on in the universe to another more exciting place.  We are all travelers.”  And then he yelled out the window…. “That’s why I love to take journeys!!!”  And he turned to me and whispered, “especially in the car.  That’s my first memory.  Driving in the car to new and exciting places with my dad… it’s all a big journey.  What’s over the next hill?”

And with that he lapsed again into silence.  We drove all the back to his place of residence.  When we arrived, he gave me a big hug.  “Thank you for taking me out there.  And thanks for not judging my insanity and calling me insane.  You know, I’m really not.”

“Yes,” I said in agreement.  “You really aren’t.”  And he really wasn’t.

You see we all have breaks with what we call consensual reality.  It happens often in life.  Stress or fear, or excitement, they all lead us to different perceptions.  Dancing really hard on the dance floor leads to these breaks.  And we are all, in some way or another, insane.  My friend just had the label and he reveled in it.  I never saw him after that.  We drifted apart.  But that night, I knew I was as sane as he was.  “In-sanity we trust!”  He used to say and laugh and laugh and laugh.

Impeccability, the impeccability of the warrior is an insane choice every day.  And it is the only choice we know how to make anymore.  To choose the road we are journeying on and our favorite things to share with another person along the way.

 

Assemblage Point Part One

 We are, most of what we know, the assemblage point.  This bold statement is not a random one nor one whose goal is to create a new religion, philosophy or science.  Religion, philosophy and science all fall within the bounds of the assemblage point.  Even these words and anything we can say or share about the current band of awareness is within the assemblage point.  We do not have an assemblage point, we are the assemblage point.

This knowing has been held for generations.  Seers, scientists, artists and warriors of perception know this not as a fact but as a truth.  This truth is the reality of experience, a direct understanding of how the universe of perception works.  It is created moment to moment by all of us and each of us founded on the heaps of being which defines our constant shining across the vast line of potential energies that are there to be perceived.  We organize energy by gathering it together.  Functionally clamping down on energy with awareness and perceiving creates the drama of the self-imposed on the constant dance of potential.  Every perception manages and manipulates our demand on the world as we choose to know it.

Mind, Ration and the Curse of Distraction

Organic, the creation of the genome

We no doubt have a problem here.  How do we come to understand the air we are breathing while we are swimming in it?  What gift does our ration give us?  Why do we curse it so much and yet use it so often? 

It would be easy to just curse the ration and claim that to eliminate it is the direction a Toltec warrior moves towards.  The ration is often seen as the sum total of the logic, stories and inputs that we have but are not directly connected to the experience of the now.  The ration spends loads of time making connections, links between parts of its database and coming up with solutions or new stories to solve problems et al.  The ration is wholly within our heads and thus disconnects our energy from the world as it is.  The ration is the voice in our heads which is constantly judging and assessing our world.