I’m going to bypass The Petri Dish’s natural place in the rotation this morning. I’m not in a cultural, anthropological mood. Sometimes routine is going to give you just that and we’ve had so much to say about so many things and you can see for yourself what’s going on today... not much; Obama’s in China and whining about Iran; apart from that, most everything is going on in the back room and we won’t know what new crimes are on the way until they commit them so... let’s head over to Origami.
Over the last several years I have been engaging the attention of several expressions of the divine as they specifically relate to my situation. I’ve been well aware of my shortcomings and weaknesses as they have to do with my aspirations and the course of my life. For awhile I was focused on the Amitabha Buddha. That actually started much earlier but then my studies took me in another direction. Most recently, about six years ago, the Amitabha Buddha began to come into my mind again. My attraction was based on the ability to be reborn in The Western Pure Land without having to reincarnate here again. In other words, you are allowed to work out your karma there. That has a great attraction for me. I’m not fond of the idea of coming back here.
Then, about four years ago, I had some experiences with Ganesha. This happened on my first trip to Italy, to the Umbria province. I began to see this large elephant character dancing across the hills that surrounded the house we had rented. He was in my thoughts constantly and I was even composing an album of songs about him that are still in a holding pattern over the recording booth along with a great deal of other material that’s gotten sidetracked by various other projects that are now also sidetracked as well.
I didn’t know much about Ganesha and hadn’t been much interested in him. I thought he was just one of those household gods and I knew he was favored by merchants and business people and I’m not one of those by any stretch of the imagination. It came as quite a surprise to me to find out about him; Lord Ganapati as he is also known. He is the remover of our obstacles to Self-Realization. That became a key interest of mine concerning him. He is also the Lord of the Devic Realm and the Devic Realm has always been a major attraction of mine. He is also the divine patron of the writing arts. The more I read about him, the more he dovetailed with so many similarities in my nature and aspirations.
I considered the humorous absurdity (on the surface) of communicating with this aspect of God possessing an elephant’s head ...and it manifested in a particular song I intend to record whenever this holding pattern gets clearance from the tower. One of the lines in the chorus is, “If your God can walk on water and rise from the dead, my God can have an elephant’s head”. I chanted the following mantra a great deal over the recent years; “Om Hari Sri Ganapatiyay nama Avig namas du.” It’s phonetically rendered as I don’t have the actual text on hand. Basically what it says is an entreaty to have the obstacles to one’s self-realization removed.
During some of my Vitamin K sessions over the last year I had become more and more aware of the feminine principle as it operates in my life and in the cosmos surrounding. In the initial period following my kundalini awakening, I was a devotee of Kali and most especially Shiva. I often found myself spontaneously in the Nataraja pose and would remain in it for periods of time. Certainly when the force of the kundalini initially made its way up my spine, I was very aware of the feminine nature of the force and a ‘very’ powerful force it is.
One of the things that is happening in this time, as the Aquarian Age comes into power, is the feminization of consciousness which relates to the awakening of new powers of the heart and mind in humanity. On the negative side, it has been expressing itself in certain sexual practices that have convinced quite some number of people that they are something they are not. The point of the awakening is meant to activate higher centers in the human psyche but, as it the usual course in the manifest world and especially in this Kali Yuga, it has detoured to the lowest common denominator. People are free to take exception with me over this but it’s not a judgment on my part concerning homoeroticism. That is a stage everyone passes through, the same way that they are born into different cultures and clothed in bodies with differing skin types. My point is simply that the larger number of people engaged in these things are confused about the intended means of expression.
So... what is happening to me now has been coming for awhile; a sort of full circle thing. I found myself a few months ago trying to remember this chant that I had been employing for a little while a few years ago to Green Tara. You can see it at the top of the page. It came to me as I was lying in bed and I began to recite it. Since then it has now become a standard throughout my day and can occupy my attention for increasing periods of time.
Once again I found that I knew far less about this divine aspect than I had thought. It turns out that she provides some very similar services as that of Ganesha. I was especially surprised to find that she has manifested in many cultures around the world at many different times in many different guises and the remarkable similarity in her name gave me a bit of a jolt. Then I saw her connections to the Amitabha Buddha as well. I continue to be surprised by the synchronicity that discloses itself as I go.
When it comes to worship and the pursuit of the divine, I am a very simple guy. I’m not interested in the intricacies of detail; the varieties of personification and manifestation, the minutiae of rituals and devotional routines. I’ve got the one chant and that’s enough and I have the image of Green Tara and that combines all of the other Tara’s so, I’m good to go. Interestingly, the graphic of Tara that you see in the first link is the cover art that I chose for my “Songwriter” CD when I released it about eight years ago. She’s always been hovering around me; a sort of peripheral presence. I have spoken to her generically as the mother now and again but she is coming front row center now and I couldn’t be more pleased.
It has something to do with my recent crisis (and it was a crisis). I try not to be a drama queen because it does no good. Help is going to come from only one place. It’s not going to come from other people. They are as helpless as you are. A certain moral and spiritual support is always possible but I am a realist when it comes to such matters. Given the nature of what I’ve been talking about here, that preceding sentence might cause some to burst out into laughter. It made me laugh. I have the advantage of certain direct experiences so, for me, it’s not like; I hope someone is out there/in there. That’s not a matter of debate for me. I’ve had a difficult route getting to where I am and had nothing but bad luck with my lifetime of artistic endeavors and all the assorted attempts at making the practical side of life work for me (that’s changed a lot over recent years) but in the matter of spiritual experiences, I don’t feel cheated in the least. Certainly that’s more important than the other things.
Since I have ratcheted up the intensity of my relationship with Green Tara there have been noticeable changes in my internal state. Things have evened out remarkably. I’m pretty excited in anticipation of my next opportunity for extra dimensional travel. I expect some very interesting events. At the same time it doesn’t matter if or when it happens either because what I am getting on the more gradual route is exceedingly fulfilling. This all came about because I was asking with real intensity for clarity in my practices and perspectives. I had been asking for awhile but I did not stop asking, I asked with the assurance that I would get an answer and it appears that I did. You always get an answer. However, if you leave for some other location and then the postman shows up with your package, whose fault is it?
For some it is enough to have just one image and ideal that will carry them beyond the ocean of birth and death; more power to them. For some of us it is a series of progressions that change as our understanding changes. Tomorrow, Green Tara might change herself into something else... or not. It isn’t the appearance that is most important but the essential and everlasting truth that shines like sunlight through the stained glass image which our mind presents to us. There is no Green Tara outside myself and apart from me. She is the living presence of my higher nature and is as real as I allow her to be. I have written this not to introduce any of you to any particular form which the divine is inclined to take. This is just to say that it happens.
While all of the chaos and confusion of the world continues apace, in this massively transforming world of the moment, there are islands of stability in the midst. These islands are within and have withstood and will withstand anything the phenomenal world can throw at them. One would be advised to ‘take refuge’ in something real and enduring. There’s a welcoming and compassionate embrace that is tailored for every taste.
The New Shangri-La