“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” The Fool can call on any of the lessons of the Tarot Pack. The Fool trains on every station of the Wheel of sentience either energetically or experientially in one lifetime (or cumulatively through the experiences of many). I give such magickal working the nomenclature archetypal theurgy or godworking.
By Bibliomancy I opened the Shape of Ancient Thought (2002) and in recitation evoked a part of the beginning of chapter “Elements”… and then was attracted to The Dream of a Common Language and opened in Bibliomancy to “XIII” by Rich (1978: p.31) which I enc[h]anted:
The rules break like a thermometer,
quicksilver spills across the charted systems,
we’re out in a country that has no language
no laws, we’re chasing the raven and the wren
through gorges unexplored since dawn
whatever we do together is pure invention
the maps they gave us were out of date
by years…we’re driving through the desert
wondering if the water will hold out
the hallucinations turn to simple villages
the music on the radio comes clear –
neither Rosenkavalier not Gotterdammerung
but a woman’s voice singing old songs
with new words, with a quiet bass, a flute
plucked and fingered by women outside the law.”
This Bibliomancy was done unplanned and impromptu on impetus Saturday evening after the first day of teaching of ChNN in Melbourne in March 2011. I didn’t return on the second day. I wasn’t impressed by his teaching nor his senior students. That said, I thank him very much for what I have learnt from him and those that have rendered his written work into English. Like most Tibetan teachers ChNN is the figurehead of an institution and his work is not his own.
For the few days prior to ChNN’s visit the frequency of the manifestation power and the consonances and coincidences, the synchronicities had been marked. It always takes me by surprise because such experiences are designed to fade in our memory and are very easily but unsuccessfully explained away. It is challenging to convey exactly what this experience is except it is a greater propensity to see the flow of energy in the World and synchronicity happening in an overwhelming flood that is statistically improbable. But then my endocrine system was also secreting a self-generated entheogen. I am unable to confirm with independent defensible knowledge but I intuit that this propensity is from a change in brainwave activity that redirects bodymind resources to the Alpha/Theta brainwave threshold and therefore engendering a trance peak experience.
One of these consonances or synchronicities is that my iRiver portable media player won’t work and play since I uploaded tracks by Infected Mushroom unless I make an internal intentional prayer. In addition, since putting Infected Mushroom in my iRiver the volume doesn’t like being turned down, it is really insistent and keeps on turning itself back up to full volume. I have done this prayer more than eight times now and tried to turn it on over 20 times and have therefore, had 12 scientific controls where I have not prayed and it is just disconcerting, statistical perfection which I find personally scientifically untenable and hence problematic.
I have written how I don’t like to press my will upon the Wyrd even though I know I may. I don’t do this because for the most part I feel it illegitimate and inappropriate. But I had a peak experience recently where that ideology was challenged and has been transformed and released. But I feel as though I am being instructed through these happenings to be an intentional participant and spiritual co-creater of our World rather than a detached spiritual worker and observer. Well that is how I have interpreted the experience(s). What I mean by an intentional participant is that I wish for the World and humanity to direct their endeavours and emergent properties in ways that are wholesome and appropriate but that I don’t mind-forge specific intentionalities to form the structure of our World. I very rarely if ever prayerwish for anything for myself or for the World but have a standing prayerwish where I invoke greater awareness and compassion in my Human family in how they interact with each other and their environment.
A plum size specimen of Tektite/Meteorite came to me on Friday 11 March, brought by a person who I will name Mescalino. Not something I expected to happen in Flagstaff Crisis Accommodation, well by anyone but me. Mescalino is a character comparable to those in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and he informed me that it was gifted to him by an energetic worker. It had a really distinct formation that looked like a person wearing a cloak with a hood pulled over their head. Mescalino offered it to me to hold after we had eaten lunch at Flagstaff on Friday afternoon. I have perceived nothing like it before. As I was holding it another person who I will give the nomenclature Drunken Master came and he held it as well. So three of us activated it on that Friday afternoon. The crystal’s name “Hot Chocolate” arose in my mindstream an experience I have never had before in my crystal work. I was to go to gym that Friday afternoon but found myself riding my bike like Mr Magoo drives his car and I got myself lost in a new Melbourne suburb named Yarra’s Edge and was late and thereby missed my gym appointment which is unusual for me. A few days prior to that during the beginning of my protracted peak experience Mescalino gifted me with a few musical compact disks two of which were by Eat Static and one was entitled Implant. Implant is pointed in this tract because in a sense that is what a meteorite, tektite or sky iron is, an implant of intentionality and information.
When I went to ChNN’s Saturday transmission I found myself walk with stealth past my spiritual kin without paying for admittance which is not really like me. I always pay my way and have very few coins as a result. They didn’t request any payment. I also found myself take if not blatantly steal a copy of ChNN’s translation of The Crystal Ship commentary by Longchenpa from the unattended book stall at the transmission and place it with my liturgical sadhana documentation within which I enfolded the pamphlet for the Enterprize which is all rather curious. I felt a flaming rise of anger at ChNN for his material facility and monetary opulence if not decadence. Which took me by surprise. Later, one of my Vajramantrakin sisters who I don’t know retrieved the book quite politely which I released forthwith.
I would have taken my Vajrakila to the transmission like I did last time but it is currently in storage due to my period of transience and hence I took my singing bowl given to me by Maria Locsei. I found myself entoning the Singing Bowl as my Vajramantrakin were setting up for the transmission as I felt it would be a lovely sound offering and engender sacred intentional space prior to teaching and transmission. When ChNN commenced teaching he had a crystal ball and a vase filled with peacock feathers upon his dharma table and I don’t know how I found myself fanning him with a peacock feather with my right hand and a faceted crystal vase stopper at my heart with my left hand. Which I produced out of my sadhana paraphernalia. The peacock feather has been enfolded within my ritual sadhana and liturgical documentation for a number of years. The faceted crystal vase stopper had been in my wooden mortar and pestle around the base of which is bound the Ashtamangala as for some reason unknown to me I had taken it spontaneously out of my bag of tricks and placed it within it and had brought it with me in my pocket as I rode from Flagstaff to Brunswick on my bike.
The canopy of my sahasrara had flamed up and I had worn the white baseball cap with the hummingbird and a number of animals that Mescalino had gifted me out of the blue a few days prior.
Another denizen of Flagstaff, who I will name Milo, a person with whom I have shared a few games of pool in Flagstaff was spending time with Drunken Master and they were both drinking. Milo had a window cleaner in his room which he gave me. I ritually cleaned my magic mirror and smudged it with the sage I had culled and bound in Tasmania when working within a church garden in Hagley over 7 years ago. A few days later I went to return the window cleaner and Milo said he didn’t know what I was talking about and never had a window cleaner. Which gave me pause.
I didn’t stand when all the other students did as ChNN left. I remained seated in the natural state. Very Nyingma apolitcial though fundamentally political. I self-proclaimed to be of the mindstream of Rongzompa which may or may not be true. I didn’t make a song and dance of the fact either or state it overly loudly and it just happened. It wasn’t planned. I honour ChNN and meant him no disrespect by remaining seated. At our first meeting I gifted him with my most prized crystal an Australite, Australian Tektite. It is quite fascinating one of the Australite’s family of sky stones visited me prior to our second meeting in body in this earthwalk.
*’Blink’ – Infected Mushroom
*’Den of Thieves’ – Thievery Corporation