Krishna kills kansa, I finally understood what this meant as I read about the story of krishna, which my true love had led me too, because she has a deep love for him, and sometimes I am given to believing that I am him, but Krishna is all things and takes the forms of all, so in a way this is true, but to really unravel the meaning here, I understood that Krishna kills Kansa, the tyrant, who has used the people against their own interests the world against the interests of the whole, and in doing so has worked even against his own interest, and lost the true wealth, which is wisdom and love, and secured his death. But who is Kansa really? I recently visited an old friend of mine and talked to his family, they were sad to say when I asked them about their thanksgiving that it was good but dampered when they learned that afternoon that an elder relative was diagnosed with lung cancer, after going to the doctor to see about what he thought was pneumonia, he had been a cigarette smoker earlier in his life. This was sad to hear, and my friend's father who was telling me this said yes, and cancer, the worst thing about it is, when it starts to develop it opens up your blood vessels wider so it can get the most amount of nutrition for its own growth, and hijacking of the body. This immediately reminded me of the movie ferngully, where the evil spirit Hexus, takes over the logger band and machines, unbeknowst to the insensitive workers who guage themselves unconsciously on junk food and cigarettes, and causes even greater destruction than had originally been intended to sate his own need for smog and pollution. This also makes sense because recently I had noticed a fair number of trees in my town (rockville) marked by orange spray paint, reminiscent of the events of the movie. This upset me greatly and I wanted to do something about it. We talked a bit longer and moved to happier subjects, though I said I would try to send healing energy to Joe Joe, the relative with cancer, and wondered if there is a way that Hemp, which we had all known was being used to cure certains cancer though topical skin application, with huge success in Canada by Rick Simpson and no doubt, many others, across the world. If there was a way cannabis could be used to heal the lungs, smoking came to mind, but unsure about this, because of the inherent abrasiveness of smoke within the lungs, but now that I think about it, this really seems to make the most sense, eat a lot of weed, smoke a lot of weed, and hope for the best, in the end, at least it will dissolve the pain and bring joy and happiness where otherwise there is fear and discomfort. My friends dad said sometimes he wished there wasnt so much research about cancer, because it makes people feel hopeless to know exactly what is happening when in earlier days it was just an unknown sickness. But the story of Krishna and Kansa makes me think differently, maybe this truly is the working of the divine, and it was sent down in this message only to be understood at this point in time, so we would know, how to heal our planet, and our spirits. Kansa, Cancer, is the one who has made the medicine, hemp, illegal, and thus disconnected us from nature and our cherishment of her treasures and unity with her, this is not something that is natural, its an unnecessary restraint that has caused much harm over the years and is constantly the focus of many groups, spiritual, environment and otherwise. Krishna is the hemp plant itself, which destroys tyranny and 'bad vibes' and which opens us up to compassion and spiritual insights of unity, brings people together, gives great inspiration creativity, and and puts our actions in harmony with the whole when used with the proper respect and responsibility. It brings us to appreciate nature, and also have kindness for our fellow beings and the inspiration to help them live in comfort and with what they need but at the same time not destroy the beauty and function of nature which would in turn be our own destruction. So later that night I went to a church, where I had noticed a tree had been marked to be cut down, a tall old pine tree, which wasn't blocking any telephone lines or anything, in the grass in front of the building, I took a knife and cut the bark that was marked off, trying to be as gentle as possible, while praying to the Yomo, and to Aine and Agni, to the Eternal Spirit, for the Earth's healing and for all of our healing, and planted amanita muscaria under it. I left silently and went home, I felt the wood spirits thanked me, and I danced along the way, we have a long way to go, but I feel this is an important milestone, today, I read some rig veda hymns to agni and soma and added some about nature and preserving the woods, I thought of Mira bai, which led me to Krishna and noticed this. Wanti is being reborn on this earth, and within our souls, as it always has with light and sound and darkness and silence in the mystery of it all. Let us base our religion in the roots of the trees (adawapayo) which are their inspiration and let them rise as the do naturally, not straining, for this world is a heaven in itself floating within the sky of wanti which circles all, and is infinite, merely the frontier of unknown where all things are possible, let us not seek to leave this place but to send into it the best of ourselves as we dance between earth and sky seeing the stars and the flowers both, and their strange similarness, that it would radiate this love and heal us all spontaneously, and reveal its true potential... Earth mother, Sky, we love you, Yomo, you have blessed us, Krishna! Rock on! wytipodating... "Up to the crack of Heaven Down to the Great Abyss... Going beyond-nonaction, I reach the Clarity, Become a neighbor of the Great Beginning." - The Far Off Journey, author Unknown
Vishnu, you have come now, you have revealed yourself and made in some inkling expressable what has baffled lips for so long, Vishnu, yyou are the Yomo, you are the dance of empty and the lettes melting, you are the way which brings the loud thoughts to the unthought of ones as they rush acrive oss the consciousness which is your veil, ever blossoming with the spontaneous forestries of joy and love and basking truth in such magnimous glory that the world seems irrelevant, lo, I have found in books, they wander and wander for this and that, they speak of God as if he is ours to create and simple as that, Vishnu, but you are there and the processes of all of this, love, my tongue falters still, in faltering the poem is perfect, you raise me and you ground me, deep like ancient mountains, volcanoes giving birth, this life this ocean this serenity, not like known before, the eruptions have ended and yet the flow remains, such, Vishnu who inspire all the changes who follows the law of isness, who blesses and changes and is everything and meaningless, without time, Vishnu, inspired by the pulsing sun and the processes of the universe which is merely your fractal truth, come forth as you have, I have these wors, emblazened with such a love, waiting to fruit, yet everything, when has it not been? Here and there the sensation is so varied, emotion, emotionless, it is life itself, your song, and I know not where I stand, I trust those round me, though I see they are crazy as I no doubt, driven so by your truth, which has no place in the mind and yet rests there so rightly and the heart and the lungs full of you through the very words which give way to the silent music which is your true soul, Love, if I speak falsely make it right, though I will go back, and I which is the vessel the boat of consciousness, wrought by pine to sail on this magic hill, through the sky of true wisdom, oh the joy is the growing of heaven here, of wanti, we see now, we see, coming and going, arising in secret, not needing to be explained, healing all through the callings of the heart, where each note falls in its place, I see the sky, I know my ramblings are humbling, yet let them carry me to you, It is already done, but again I speak of it, wrapping these cycles round me, and my spine and my circles which life blos me round in like the autumn leaves, the tumble weed and the dancers, whom know you, your name which has no bounds, which lives in the plants, and lives in the wise ones, with strength and virtue unknown, I wrench mysellf from it, to a higher rememberance in action, though they are pure and causeless as the first times, preserver of the universe, knower of infinities, you who are the only true love, who come across in a thousand ways, to peak this ecstatic mystery, I care not from where the source bringing everything, as I would offering life where I can, in seeds, in songs, in warmth, in catharsis, in harmony and the moving modes of measure which hang from my back pockets with such a naked discourse that it seems the rainbows which sprout like tails are to call me a dragon, of strange kindness, and you who appeared and cleared and turned and steered and neared, the years were moments, the struggles were homage, and the beginnings of the bliss, how else was I to understand this, the endless deja vu which is me within you, Great one, friend, I love you and yet we all do, what a joy to share and to have enough what a joy to sit within the trees and see how you have called me there, and appear everywhere, subtley, like the ray of light across the soul, across the sky, across the page, i smile and fall the walls of the maze and come the ones the ones of joy with gifts and with hearts of yore and plenty the warm rambunctious ones, the quiet spirit dwellers, this orgies sake, this time which is it all, never have I left here nor born another instance, yet havving lost myself I did wander the plains of ignorance, as you wooed the amnesia from my bones, and now I cry out, unfettered by anything, the illusions disperse the and way of idiocy is instantly forgiven, there is no malice anywhere, though it once rumbled, fofr it is you, it is the cold and it is the warmth, and the poetry of the murmuring hills, it is the reason for the sways and the passing of the daffodils and still the herbs wait and them mushrooms hum and passing through them and among all the arising notions of the all the sages and the saints where the Goddess brings her truth unhidden and unafraid and people run rampant in the joy and celebration of this world which is the catalyst of them all, combined with spirit, Yomo, rending the flame from within which with fluid crystalline actuality gives form to the dream and pours forth the libation of love like the nectar of the skies, purified and healing, and bringing me back to one, no, there is no down or up nor more or less, Yomo, what is this simpleness? The smile and the flutter, the barest most original feeling, knowing coming from darkness, I felt you there, greater than a mother, rendering truth, rendering love which fully intertwined and freed and made light as the empty breeze my warm frenzies and cascaded my embrace through so many days and nights, all to find you, where you hid within all, where the ether of my soul rose and found all the homes and all their paths where they were the same and waited there like the tao, like the rivers and the paths and blessed them all and their charming madness and brought such great blessed ecstasy, which healed and made good attractive, where the trees always go at heart, and where I wait when I remember and even in forgetting, i have only died in someway and the kindness, and the way, we will know it, from the reaction of the many things that seem to be but are not, I love you and I will always, I have learned not to care, what seems authentic may be and what does not may also, but freedom isthe true love, the freedom of no tommorow, and no more, the freedom of true freedom, of omething everyone always knows, it is no secret, but so long we have said it, now we say whatever and attempt to lose it, foolish perhaps, but hat a sweet recovery, Vishnu! In emptiness though for you are empathetic emptiness where we are formed and lively tree folk, if emptiness looks like us, what of this world then and why call it emptiness, when love burst through, shattering the constructs and hitching the union to every star, and calls them all the same and finds where the connect and brings them together and they always were one, beyond the sightof you, beyond the notion, there is no beginning or coming to know, and there is no doing or even a whisper, and yet the world goes by and thesethings seem untrue, blessed is this way, and blessed this wisdom, which grew from just this one dream, if forever this is my fate, to ride the song that booms here and not even know anything, well what else is there? I welcome it, and blessed be, and love.... love
