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My self-summary
This is an exquisite truth: Saints and ordinary folks are the same from the start.
Inquiring about a difference is like asking to borrow string when you've got a good strong rope.
Every Dharma is known in the heart.
After a rain, the mountain colors intensify.
Once you become familiar with the design of fate's illusions
Your ink-well will contain all of life and death.
--An Exquisite Truth, Hsu Yun

1 "peephole" (Vonnegut) among billions, peering inwardly to find the solution at the heart. Social alchemist, foolish sage and blind seer divining the path with the bare souls of my feet. A reed swaying rhythmically in the celestial winds, a molten Vajrapani with gleaming eyes, wrapped in clouds, arms raised to cast down his bolts.
What I’m doing with my life
being - a clandestine esoteric ontologist with his ear to the ground listening to the murmur of the stone people, so low, so quiet, such memory. Remembering the stories of worlds now gone and dreaming of worlds yet to come. A pioneer of the new paradigm, trailblazing through the Eschaton, uniting the opposites, eating the serpent and gazing at my navel.
I’m really good at
Transmutation, Precipitation, Precognition and everything I've never tried
The first things people usually notice about me
Light waves bend in my vicinity and souls bound to the egoic plane, wherein compounded phenomena are experienced as if a causal chain of linear succession, unfurl a poly-encephallic mandallic awareness and radiate the gravity of their own inner sun when in my proximity. Oh, and I'm tall.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Sunzi Bingfa, I Jing, Dao De Jing, Bauhaus, Manu Chao, Ministry, Ozomatli and anything spicy
Six things I could never do without
Dao- The path or way that energy moves in the universe.
Tian- Heaven, the primal creative celestial power
Di- Earth, the receptive force that yields and nurtures life
Jiang- Leadership, sagacious wisdom and sophic knowledge
Fa- Art, Law and Magic which we wield for creation/destruction
Ai- Love, the ecstatic vibration emanating from the mandallic center of now
I spend a lot of time thinking about

How Belief Separates Us from Reality
Dào [the path] Kě [that can be identified as] Dào [the way]
Fēi [is not] Cháng [the eternal] Dào [way]
-Tao Te Ching, first line, translation added by the author

Belief colors our perceptions. We rely upon our worldviews to string together the disparate bits of information that flood our senses in a cacophony of stimuli that compete for the attention of our conscious minds. Evolution dictates that getting our genes into the next generation involves a succession of choices about the next course of action (lady or the tiger?) that we may take. [r]Evolution dictates that although situations may recur, solutions often change. When we reduce the quantum flux of reality to a mechanical causality with fixed definitions, we’ve lost the true nature, and by extension our way. Instead of reinforcing our beliefs, why not remove the scaffolding that props up our best attempts at maintaining illusion. Strive to believe nothing. When we attach ourselves to belief, we’re closing the doors to real awareness and denying our own inherent wisdom. To detach from belief is to relinquish the urgent need to be right and gives freedom to thought and perception. We become expressions of life – spontaneous and authentic and relevant only to the moment.
Author’s note: other than the first line of the Tao Te Ching in the epigraph above, the only belief I hold is that of the apparent value of bringing light out of darkness, hence, the use of Latin for “light out of darkness” in the title of the next piece.

Credo: Lux Lucis ex Nox Noctis
Lead Into Gold and Other Transmutations of Spiritual Alchemy
escrito por Esco el marinero

Guided by stars I sail celestial waters
needing no shore I am a column of light
illuminating the constellations of paradisiacal destiny, resolving them
however so slight
If caught in the waves of the sea of Samsara
do not struggle do not fight,
'gainst the flotsam and jetsam
and vibration of being
enter my cove for the night

O bird of the darkness sing me your sweet song
raise up your soul and fly high and long
with a view from the heavens
how peaceful can seem
a torrent of conflict
as if in a dream

and in the morn
you shall alight
upon the jasmine
vivid and forevermore bright

Author’s note: what has the age of science brought us? Why, only another language with which to describe medieval alchemy and the corresponding spiritual breakthroughs that complete understanding could entail. Yet while empiricism, positivism and materialism have narrowed the gap between conception and creation in the world of matter, they have widened the schism between mind and soul that pre-enlightenment philosophers sought to bridge.


“[Truth is] the perception of a totally different world, a state of such joy and happiness that one cannot keep it secret yet cannot find words to describe it. Those with little intellectual capacity may experience this state and talk about it with little comprehension; others with more intellectual knowledge may achieve a degree of mystical union by their own efforts. By repetition, the state may be prolonged and may occur in daily life (i.e., Not during periods of devotion), till it becomes a familiar experience. At this stage, the seeker is conscious of Truth and of the self. In the succeeding stage, he becomes unconscious of the self and aware only of the Holy.”
-From the Introduction to The Journey of the Soul: The Story of Hai bin Yaqzan
As told by Abu Bakr Muhammad bin Tufail, translated by Dr. Riad Kocache, page one
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Give your hearts but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
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