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Fw: Pt 3 Bardo- A Walk Along the Interstate

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  • Starving Buddha
    Eye then came upon a scene. A stark landscape barren of vegetation, proliferated of lifeless hills and depleted valleys. The surface ashen grey as if the
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 2, 2004
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      Eye then came upon a scene. A stark landscape barren of vegetation, proliferated of lifeless hills and depleted valleys. The surface ashen grey as if the skin-tone of the dead. The sky above, a burnt umber, like the smoldering fume of some hellish furnace.

      The crags of the hills resembled emaciated ribs, while the crevices of the valley's exhausted a stench of eternal decay...

      Sounds were then heard to issue from the valley floor below not far from where Eye stood. Human sounds, of desperation and misery. Then Eye saw them, climbing from an incline just below my feet, hideous humanoid creatures, long boney fingers grasped at the rocks as thin, famished forms clamored up the hill towards me...

      Hunger seethed behind furious eyes, their gaunt faces gripped desiccated mouths, mouths pulled tight to the size of pin-holes. The faint lips parched with a salinized crust that appeared to have dribbled down and dried where the corners of the mouth had once been, the effect of which enhanced the over-all perception of these creatures as apparitions that existed in a world already dead, a dead world that refused to let them die.

      As each made it to the top of the hill upon which Eye stood, the moment their ossified fingers clenched the summit, they immediately fell back and rolled into the somber valley below. Only to resume their efforts with a vigor more intense than before, as if their hunger grew proportionately more severe every time they reached the bottom...

      Vision then began to ride as if carried on a subtle wind, a velocity increasing, winding its way through topographic features like mountain ranges crumpled into channels and canals... Twisting and turning through arroyos formed from fanning alluvial debris. Sight turns up to see the majestic, eroded angular peaks like sentinel watchtowers...

      As vision rises out from the labarynthian maze, a complex scheme of conduits is made aware, stretching out as far as Eye can see. This larger perspective wields the ability to envision the intricacy of how these circuits mesh into an even larger system of channels and straits, sluiceways capacitating energies into patterns we call life...

      There, in outline, one sees the human shape schematized. A three-channeled trunk stems from genital tip to mid-brow as branches of filaments bloom, attenuated fibrous strands; each with a tiny glowing light-flower elucidating at the end...

      From this central core-axis, spins seven wheels of light at ascending loci positioned evenly-spaced along the pole... A weave of points and strands intercede to complete the form...

      The idea of soul bursts forth as if a swarm of tiny twinkling bulbs dangling precariously at the ends of myriad thin-gauged wires...

      The knobs of luminance, these buds of light, intensify into radiant tears that resemble the drops of morning dew, their prismatic brilliance hanging off the edges of laden leaves, a tension apparent at the moment before they threaten to fall... Enveloped within each, if one were to peer close enough to see, there one would find the microscopic image of what we have come to call 'self', a fetal homunculus dormant in the repose of its lotus pose, a peaceful serenity draped across its quiet face...

      Looking closer within the network, at each point where one fibre intersects with another, a similar node is formed, and there within each nodule, a similar self is found encased, perpetually engaged in virtual meditation... Each point then is the nexus of the next point that proceeds just as each nexus of the preceding point is the point of the next nexus... If one were to concentrate on a single point individual, one would quickly become engrossed within that thought... One would consequently loose sight of the over-all...

      It is here, captivated by this paradox between, this quandary of thought, this concentration upon either the micro-vision of the finest shimmering details within, or the realization of the macro-pattern and the repetition that is the 'true self'... it is here, that the current of life-force, like electricity, flickers as doubt and uncertainty set in, impeding the flow and adding resistance... The lights that glow, grow dim as the soul begins to wither from within. One by one, the drops start to fall, vision follows them down as they descend into the fathomless black... A last silver sparkle glints, a flash reflects back as the drops vanish forever swallowed in the mouth that gapes open below...

      However, as vision instinctively transfixes on the falling drops raining down into the well of nothingness, it focuses on one drop in particular, and suddenly perspective shifts from watching the drops fall, to actually becoming the self enclosed within, now descending at an unbelievable rate of speed...

      ****



      The fire burned down to an embering glow, much like the dying flame of a candle burns off the last of its dimming light in a slow and steady consummation.

      A human form slumbered against a large rock illumined under the auspices of the moon. Her argentum veil painting a suggestively-white reflective sheen over this nocturnal desert scene...

      From the bark of a nearby cottonwood tree, the moonshine glints off the carapace of an unnoticed participator to an episode starting to unfold, some of the oldest eyes the planet has ever known, looking on.

      The cephalothorax of this insect from the class arachnida scrapes imperceptibly against the grit of the bark as it begins to make its way down the trunk of the tree...

      The sleeper, caught in the thralls of a dream, stirs slightly... Lost in a fantasy of primordial lands, and even older times...

      These eyes first looked upon the earth during the fourth division of the Paleozoic era.

      The evolution of life, from primitive, multi-cellular, free-floating forms in the sea, to advanced groups on land, all emerged during this great renaissance of life...

      Some 400 million years have passed since these eyes began seeing. The world was an entirely different place back then. The North American and Eurasian continents were positioned straddling the equator...

      Godwanaland, the supercontinent of Africa and South America was centered over the South Pole.

      When the ancient ancestors, of this species, the arthropods first emerged on land to breathe the air, a major geologic event had just ensued where the three land masses of Eurasia, North America and Godwanaland had collided... The result was a dramatic change to a warmer climate, the ozone layer had formed in the upper atmosphere, offering protection from the ultra-violet radiation of the sun, allowing some sea creatures to begin a sojourn onto land...

      The sleeper imagines primal æpochs, standing beneath primeval skies, asking ageless questions lucidly: How many times before have I been here? How many more times will I be?..

      At the base of the tree, a cricket of the average desert variety, a species that has shared these same habitats with this member of the order scorpionida for eons, feels along the ground with probing antennae, oblivious to the danger rearing up over it. The posterior of this marvelous specimen of nature's design known as Centruroicles sculpturatus, raises the comparatively large prey-subduing structure, casting a looming shadow in the wake of its ominous chelicerae in the form of giant pincers... A pearl of liquid shaped much like a tear glistens from the needle-point stinger in the back-light of the moon.

      The stinger strikes as the segmented tail curls to thrust the bulb in hard enough to penetrate the shell of the cricket's exoskeleton.

      The ejaculating venom, a combination of neurotoxin and enzymatic proteins flows in through the entry wound. The poison begins to take effect. The neurotoxin paralyzes the nerve centers that control respiration and heart action, while the enzymes start to dissolve the cricket from within. When the venom has fully paralyzed the prey and the enzymes liquefied the victim, the predator then feeds.

      In the near distance, the human form drifts deeper into the dream-state, unaware of the activities occurring near-by, as the night wears on, and his campfire, like the cricket, slowly dies...


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