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#1
Or Kill Me / The tiger outside the cage
January 18, 2012, 07:23:38 PM
Once upon a time, a monk with the name Avidya lived in a country with the name Pala.
He was one of the most fervent students at the Nalanda  university, and already at the age twenty three he had reached the third step to arhathood. However, Avidya couldn't attain the state that is both a state and not a state. The body stopped him. He had mastered total control over the six senses; nothing could move or disturb him if he was in deep samadhi. But the problem laid in the out of samadhi state. During the periods of relaxation between meditation sessions, everything disturbed him, aroused him, drove him angry, as if had never had any spiritual awakening, not even a small and weak one.
Avidya complained his problem to a thera munk, who advised the young man to find teacher Maithuna, a great sage, known all around the Ganges valley for his purity of being.
So, Avidya went after Maithuna, and it is impossible to convey in words his state of dismay when he saw the venerable arhat emerging from bushes with three naked and aroused females. Avidya couldn't believe this was the sage everybody called the "Diamond of Purity."
At the sight of the naked arhat, Avidya, with anger and disappointment burning in his soul, turned around and went back to the nearby village where he had rested yesterday.
Maithuna just laughed at the young man's behaviour.
"The tiger outside the cage is still a tiger," he shouted at the shocked monk.
Avidya spent the whole night pondering on Maithuna's words, and when the monk saw a boy and girl walking down to the lake during the early hours of the morning, a state which several centuries later
will be named as satori hit him.
#2
Or Kill Me / The story of a makyo
January 02, 2012, 08:12:12 PM
Once upon a time, somewhere in the humid and mountain area of Yunnan, lived one monk with the name Fa Shu Shi.

He was very gifted in spiritual matters, and very soon achieved one of the mystical states described in the sutras filling the large, dusty, and gloomy room of the monastery library.

"Master, I have understood the emptiness of Truth," Fa Shu Shi said to the old master Ao Te Rai. "There's no Truth anywhere. All we deal with are just maps, illusions, works of our mind."

With these thoughts, Fa Shu Shi went to the village.

During the walk down the hill from the secluded monastery, Fa Shu Shi decided to start playing with people. So, he started challenging the view on reality of every person around him. Fa Shu Shi would argue nonchalantly until the interlocutor descended into expressing open antagonism toward him. With every day, he sharpened his skill, changing the act from the battle of arguments into an elaborate mind play, which always left his victim in a state of mental turmoil. All of this had, as the monk thought, a cause - liberation of people's mind from the illusion, be it a Buddhist one, Hinduist one, Tantrist one, Atheist one and so on.

One day, Master Ao Teh Rai called the monk.

The monk found the master in the village enjoying a meal with simple peasants, and felt a little shocked by this. When Fa Shu Shi's and the Master's their eyes met, the young monk understood why he was called.

"What you're doing is wrong," Master Ao Te Rai said simply, without any additional notes.

This triggered something in Fa Shu Shi, because he started arguing with the old master, proving that right and wrong are relative concepts.

When the monologue ended, Master Ao Te Rai said:

"Maybe you should stop your monastic life. We work there, and don't spend time polishing our tongues."

"But I must tell the Truth. This is the work of the Boddhisattva," The monk defended his stance.

"There's no Truth born from the work of the mind. The real wisdom is in the heart. Have you forgot the lesson about the emptiness? The path that tells about the emptiness of other paths is also empty," Ao Te Rai said, then turned back and continues speaking with the family of peasants.

Fa Shu Shi walked back to the monastery in a state of meditation upon the words of the old sage. On the road there, he saw a spider moving slowly to the top of a blade of grass. From anger, brought by Ao Te Rai's scolding, the monk wanted to step on the spider, take the life away from the little creature and release the part of his anger.

When the shadow of his sandal fell on the spider, something changed inside Fa Shu Shi.

Fa Shu Shi's foot retreated; the spider continued it's walk to the tip; and the monk resumed his walk with a clear mind.
#3
Literate Chaotic / Merde Slurréaliste
December 28, 2011, 07:24:23 PM
The title says it all.
This is what happens when you take all the brakes off and let your mind roam and create freely.
The beginning is lame. It was written when my knowledge of English language, mostly syntaxis, was pretty poor, and I was just getting acknowledged with the Illuminatus style. Compared to other chapter's, IMO, there's no really heavy mindscrew material.
Also, I very well aware of the derivative quality of my work, and I really don't care about it. I had the most fun writing it, and it's a work for my own self. I do not tried to please anyone but myself.

Chapter 1: S.N.A.F.U.

...The drug is inhaled to introduce the strange language of the initiation rites...
The Infinity Project - Stimuli

What's up? I came to walk a little inside my own head-head...you know...in some sort of delirium...It's have been very, very helpful to me... Let me show you how it's done... Take you inside-inside...

Jean listened to the opening of the set and felt some tingling in the hands and the spine. He was only eleven, but this didn't stop him from experiencing an intense contact high. At that time, an idea passed trough his young mind, however it was quickly forgotten.

"So...Is everything ready?" A teenage girl asked. Emerald green eyes shone with otherworldly beauty, and the rays of the sun cast their sheen on her long sandal wood hair.

"Why we need to worry about throwing a party for some rat? Where is the world  going?" A chubby old man of short stature moaned. Long white hair and a long Chinese style beard of the same colour adorned his head. The old timer looked silly with no other garment but a long green robe and a pair of tree stumps on the feet instead of normal footwear, but when he spoke, his words were filled with century old wisdom.

A teenage boy standing in the middle of the room looked at the old man with a slightly irritated stare.

"I think Jake is right about this party. It will make Donald feel better," the teenage girl said.

"Look at him! He is always is in a hysterical mood!"

"Sometimes, what's on the outside doesn't reflect what's on the inside," Jake said. His voice sounded angry, but the old sage noticed the sadness beneath it.

"Since when you speak like me?" The local shaman asked in the hope of improving the vibes in the room.

Jake didn't answer. He looked down at the wooden floor, and then out of the window to his right.The sage sighed. This boy knew how to drive him mad. However, when the honorable rishi looked at him once more, some of the anger left him.  Long blond hair shaped in what on Earth would be known as hippie-style shimmered beautifully, thanks to a specific herbal gel. Big, innocent sapphire blue eyes greeted the world around with an incessant curiosity. Tanned skin covered all the teen's body; it was natural, as they lived in the areas nearby the Equator of this planet. Long elf-like ears added a tinge of extra cuteness to the boy. And, of course, the blue tunic, without which it's impossible to imagine Jake.

...In the form an internal layer...

Jake stopped looking at the light blue sea outside and took a glance of the room. A little smile appeared on his face – the place looked great. The white walls were covered with long red banners saying "Happy transformation Donald!"in yellow letters. The big round wooden table in the middle of the room contained innumerable bowls and plates filled with food ranging from bananas covered in molten chocolate to roasted lobster in chilly sauce.  In the farthest part of the room, cushions of all the colours of the rainbow laid together with a guitar, a pair of tablas, a flute and  a hang drum. Donald adored playing on various musical instruments, especially on the guitar. But Jake guessed that in his current state, Donald won't be able to play on it. However, he will have no difficulties picking up various rhythms on the drums, so Jake decided to add these percussive instruments to the party. Still he felt sad, because there will be no more opportunity to enjoy Donald's tunes on string instruments anymore. They were so beautiful.

"Jake! We don't have all day," the old sage reminded to the boy, whose head was almost all the time somewhere in the clouds.

Jake nodded, which meant that everything is fine, nice, and ready for the party, then he went out of the room.

"I can't understand him. Like it's so difficult to use words," the old man, who was the village's shaman, commented the teen's behaviour.

"Calm down, dad! Yes, he is a little...weird, but he is nice," the girl said.

"You're mind is clouded by love, Sheva. He and his furry friend bring nothing but trouble, discord...chaos."

"But if they haven't gone to the forbidden atoll, the world wouldn't have been existing right now."

"I see your point...But sooner or later something would had happened, and someone would had saved the planet. It always works like this. First, the dark forces rise, and then in the end they are defeated by the forces of light. And the whole thing starts again. The principles of drama."

"Whatever," Sheva said with an annoyed voice and left the room. She decided to wait for Jake outside, away from her ranting father. She loved him with all her heart, there was no doubt about, however sometimes his ranting and over protectiveness went way too over the top. Even if he's the green prana sage, it doesn't mean he's always right.

The shaman rolled his eyes. Youngsters...When they will listen to the old ones? If they were more obedient, the world would have been a better place. Or maybe not.

...Ride the moment...

Meanwhile, in Jean's bedroom the bell rang, bringing a twenty five year old man from the reality of dreams back into reality of matter. A smile spread across his face; even in the hypnagogic state Jean remembered about the Precursor party. In 1996, a young man attending for the first time the Burning Man festival had dropped acid...

"What do you know about dark prana?" The previous green  prana shaman asked Manas almost fifty years ago from the point, when the events of this story are unrolling.

"Dark Prana is bad. It brings only chaos, disorder and evil," the boy answered with a very serious voice.
Should I tell him the Truth or not? The old sage thought.

Jake walked to his uncle's place, where he lived together with the only alive adult member of the family, and went into the little round house. From the inside, the place reminded of the hobbits' homes from the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy with it's furniture and the cozy atmosphere. One glance around was enough to say that the crib was empty.  Jake's uncle must have gone exploring the surroundings or sailing into open sea. The desire of exploration was as strong as primal instincts in their family, so the whole family – basically Jake and his uncle – were always crawling around the village, searching for something interesting.

The blond boy walked through the round living room and went to his bedroom. He opened the door and looked around. It was empty; no signs of Donald or of his activity were present around.

"Donald?" Jake shouted. No response. Silence, sometimes interrupted by the sound of waves crushing onto the beach.

Jake went to the bed standing near the large window opening to the azure blue sea and lifted the blue sheet. No weasters there. The boy looked around, feeling the anxiety rising up in his stomach. The open window intensified the ongoing process.

"No!" Jake thought and ran to the window.  He had closed it when he left the house in the morning.  Why Donald disobeyed him? Jake had ordered him to wait here.

"What? What am I supposed to do here? Why do you leave me here anyway? It's not because of Sheva, right?" Donald asked.

Jake shook his head left and right, then said:
"Patience is always rewarded with great surprises. Can you wait here? I will come for you at eleven. I promise."

"Well...Since there's  no escape route from here, I have no other option," Donald said, then he had pointed a finger at Jake. "But if you won't come in time, you will experience the wrath of a rodent."

" You're not a rodent. You're Donald. Changing form doesn't imply changing of the essence," Jake said kindly and left the house.

Memories faded away, and Jake ran out of the house. The day was beautiful: cloudless sky, warm air, soft breeze from the sea. Perfect time for a party, if it wasn't for the missing friend.

...Ride the moment...

A bubbly, severely processed through all LFO filters known to man, voice said from the gigantic speakers.

"They whistling sound are balloons, you know. They experimented with them, sampled them, then, I guess, they created a track from their noise," The False explained to a middle aged man who had asked about the track. Even though they were total strangers to each other, False still decided to participate in the palaver; after all, it was a psytrance party.

"There's an upbeat version officially released – Balloon dance by Metal Sharon, on the Unusual suspects two – though it's free from the samples, and I like this one more. It has dub," False finished explaining, smiled, and took one toke of changa.

"Do you want it?" He asked the new acquaintance, freeing a trail of gray smoke from his mouth.

"Thanks," the middle aged man looking way too much like some actor from the past, but which one False couldn't remember, said and took the cigarette.

One toke is what False needed, and he already could feel the light DMT vibration deep in his body. It will stay like this trough the entire trip, not getting stronger and bringing him to the verge of the hyperspace, and not getting weaker, at least until the end of the high.

The pleasant intensification of colours settled in; it brought to the surface the beauty and details of the surrounding field, crowded to the max by the American lovers of psychedelic music. The sound also experienced some perceptual changes; a third dimension added to it, thus transforming every little synth into something round and organic. In addition to all of this, golden transparent Inca motifs started flying through the air.

It was a pleasant, not very strong high that gave a general feel of relaxation, and covered everything with an ayahuasca style deep sensuality, showing that beneath all the limitations and rules imposed by the male forces a strong feminine spirit flows and  directs the world. It was a revelation for False, however it ended, or maybe achieved a different form, when he saw a skinny, nerdy looking boy among the crowd. He looked absolutely fine, happy with life and content with the party, but still something inside pushed False toward him.

...Oh MIND, MINd, MInd, Mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, mind...

Jake looked up at one of the cliffs overlooking the bay. He could see the place where Donald had lived before the accident hidden in the lush vegetation on top of one of the cliffs surrounding the bay.. A thin trail of smoke alarmed the boy. He started running, hoping that Donald isn't the cause of that trail of smoke. On the road there, Jake thought about his friend. When he is around, everything goes wrong. Donald had touched that artifact back on the forbidden atoll and turned into a talking half weasel, half otter thing; now, Donald couldn't wait for several hours and ran away, once again creating problems for Jake. And something told him that the smoke is also somehow connected with his furry friend.

Jean telephone rang while he prepared breakfast. The young man pick it up without watching the number. Only one person in the world knew his mobile number.

"Hello, False!" Jean said cheerfully into the phone.

"Hi, Jean! Are you reaaady to paaartyyyy?" And old yet pretty energetic voice asked.

"I guess," Jean said with a slightly nervous voice. Dj-ing for almost twelve hours always made him feel a little anxious.

"I guess? Let's rock the place  - that is the only acceptable answer." The voice said and giggled. "Follow your bliss, and don't be afraid.  I am at the place right now, helping with building the stage and decorating the place. When will you arrive?"

"Closer to the evening."

"Okay! See ya later oscillator!"

The connection ended. Jean put down the mobile phone. He already felt the excitement rising trough his body and taking the anxiety's place. That was the power of his old friend The False; it was as if the old hippie guy emanated energy all around him in the same way as a supernova emanated light after the explosion.

Jake arrived to the two storey round house with white walls and little round windows. His knees hurt from the several falls he had during the run to the top of the cliff,  but a trail of gray smoke coming from behind the house paralyzed every painful sensation in Jake's young body. Jake didn't just feel anxiety rising in the stomach; it was a wave of intense, all consuming panic, filling his mind with myriads of useless thoughts, disrupting the normal functioning of his physiological system in such manner that the mouth went desert dry, and a hot wave of perspiration covered all his body in one single flash.

Despite the fear, Jake made a step toward the house. The boy was ready to run inside, when the door opened and mister Psilo, the village's doctor, emerged from it. He staggered left and right, coughing non stop.

Thick clouds of gray smoke with a sweet nauseating herbal smell erupted from the open door behind him.

"Hi...little elf," he said with a raspy voice. The sclera of his eyes was red from the dilated arteries; the light blue irises were barely visible due to the large pupils. A wide, demented smile was spread across Psilo's face.

"What happened here?" Someone asked from behind Jake. The boy turned and saw Sheva appearing from the bushes. Her cheeks were tomato red from the run. Sheva's white shirt was soaked from sweat, and revealed certain curves with little rosy cones of flesh on top, which looked quite appealing for teenage males. She breathed heavily, and with every inhalation, her breasts went up, pressing against the white shirt and revealing more of their beauty.

She walked toward Jake and asked:

"What happened here? Why do you stare at me in this strange way?"

"Sometimes you shine..." Jake said in an out there tone. A smile covered his face. The boy felt good, relaxed and euphoric, and experienced some intensification of colours and mild visual phenomena, like flashes of white light and little white stars floating through the air and covering objects and people. To put it in simple words, he was high.

"What happened, mister Psilo?" The girl asked the doctor with wide pupils  and bloodshot eyes.

"Everything...is fine..." the doctor coughed. "Whoa! I'm stoned...It was a MONSTER hit!"

Then he swayed and felt down on the ground with the face looking up into the sky; the crazy out there smile didn't disappear even for a moment.

"I hope Donald is not the reason of the problem," the girl whispered.

"Well...I didn't find him at my place, so...everything is possible..." Jake said. It was difficult for him to speak.
Not because he had no words to say, but because his mind was racing at the same speed as light. In less than one second he thought about several hundred things.

"Donald..You mean my boy,right?...He was here...Today...I shouldn't had told him... about the herb garden..." the stoned doctor said.

"What herb garden?" Sheva asked.. She tried not to breathe the sweet herbal smoke floating around her.
Doctor Psilo didn't answer. He looked up in the sky, but his face showed that he was in a very distant place, in outer space inside the head.

The girl looked at the pillar of smoke behind the house, grabbed Jake and went around the house. With every step the smoke became denser and denser; an analogy to a fog made from dark gray, almost black clouds can be made about the environment Sheva and Jake were walking around. When the teenagers came to the place that Psilo called the garden, they saw a fiery orange blaze, which consumed with every second more of the tall blue plants with maple-like leaves, sending more of that suffocating herbal smell into the air.

"And how are we going to eliminate this fire?" Sheva asked.

Jake shrugged. He was in no state to do anything: he barely could stand, his mind felt blank right now, and the things he saw in front of the eyes obscured the real world around.

"I think...I will..."The boy started, and then collapsed.

"I guess it's up to me," Sheva said with some heroism in her tone. But she was not sure about making it through all alone. The head felt too light, the body tingled from strange currents of energy rushing up and down the spine. Furthermore, strange yellow lines, squares and triangles appeared from nowhere all around the poor girl.

"Or maybe it's not up to me, but I will try anyway," the brave girl said to herself, her voice was a little off.

"Lay down and keep calm," a deep, throbbing voice said from the veil of thick black smoke.

To be true, I didn't expect that someone will burn their whole ganja plantation to  contact me. An alcoholic offering is all I need. Well, what's done is done, and I must do my part of the job. So, I arrived at the place, and do you know what I discovered there? It shocked me beyond words, you know, made me think about the destiny of the physical Universe – a thing I had done only once, when that control freak continent took control all over the world. Two teens lying there with their minds far, far out there. What were their parents doing so urgent, that they let the kids smoke so much charas?  I know times are changing, and more people are seeking transcendence, but wait at least till your body and mind are ready and stable. Yes, Psilo was there. Love that doctor! He has the best stuff!  I guess he wanted to invoke me, but something went wrong. No, I didn't meet or see anything resembling a weaster at that place. Where did you got that idea? All the animals were running from the destructive fire like if the end of Kali Yuga finally stepped on the land. Wait, what?! A talking weaster?! You must be high, man.

#4
Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Heresy part 1
December 27, 2011, 08:02:20 PM
I have read both the BIP and the Chao Te Ching. The works, IMO, have great ideas that have power to inspire people, however there also some things that didn't resonate well with my "views." As I understand, the aim of the texts is to develop a critical thinking toward various ideologies, political views, etc. (The "think for yourself, schmuck" thing), so I hope that the result of my critical thinking won't be downgraded. I read some thread criticizing BIP, and they seemed to end in the an overall flaming of the thread author, therefore I have some fears.
First, why all this stuff with the "keep your mouth shut" stuff? IMO it's a loser's position. If you want to say something, if you want to say with all your soul, say it as loud as you can. If there's something that in your opinion is wrong with the world - something that causes others trouble living, and no one but you seems to care - why not to go and make a case? It's better to be maced, clubbed, beaten or whatever than stand up somewhere in the dark. Even if the thing is doomed to fail, people should try it. Maybe one day, the iron panel would be lifted off.
There was the example of Jesus Christ as someone who shouted too much and get caught, but, IMO, he went to the cross to point out that fear is keeping people in the manacles of slavery. He could have escaped, however the decided to stay and go to the end.
As long as you fear, as long as you keep your mouth shut, the Machine team will be dominant, just like the government. If you want to do something - do it. Didn't manage to do it the first time? Continue. The second time went wrong? Keep going? You're doing it the hundredth time, and it's still falling down? Go on.
"Perseverance is favorable," one Chinese sage had said many years ago.
After all, it's the the ones who kept shouting that made a difference in our society.
If you want to share something with the world, stand up against something you do not like, change something, then let the fear go and do it. No one can really hurt you when you are fearless. Fear is the tool that keeps the Machine alive, so try to forget fear and go on with courage. Even if you won't accomplish everything, at least you have made a fucking case, and, according to the non-locality principle, it will make a difference sooner or later.
Or kill me.

The author acknowledges that everything written above is bullshit, an infantile attempt at trolling.