Bardo Safari 2, Coyotes, Foot-Curb Dams, Parker Dickson

First, a wonderful song in the flavor of Gurdjieff. It’s a bit scratchy, but check out the lyrics, and pretend you are listening to an olde record. Or, better yet, realize the static as outer space sunspot radiation, full of communication…….

I had never even heard of Parker Dickson until today, when, on my second Remote Bardo Safari (for more information, read yesterday’s post, and click on these words.).

Also, during today’s Bardo Safari, I ended up taking a barefoot walk with my friend Biscuit-the-Dog in the cool rains of Carlsbad, CA. This began with a short walk to the mailbox to gratefully receive two Kurt Vonnegut inspired movies I ordered for Sheils.

The movies:

More on those after I watch them again…

As I wandered out to the mailbox, I noticed how wonderful the rain felt on my skin. It reminded me of the following scene, which ends with Evey saying, “God is in the rain!”

Next, the water a-flowed like Mother Nature’s Menstrual Blood along the curb, and a joyous remembrance came to mind of warm Springtime rains, playing with my sister, building dams out of leaves, and getting soaked-soaked-soaked. I put my bare feet into the stream and watched the spirals cascade around the living curb-dam. The sky pulled the corners of my lips and cheeks up-up-up! A huge smile dawned, and I decided to bring Biscuit out to enjoy it with me.

Once I came back inside, the sun began setting, and I tuned in to Gorebagg TV on Justin.tv … for awhile. The phrase from Ashiata Shiemash by way of Gurdjieff in the book:

came to mind. I began feeling the “Terror of the Situation.” E.J. Gold described some of the correspondences between online diablo 2 bardo safaris and the ways in which the players behave in non-gaming life. My stomach sank, and I felt true horror at some very obvious attitudes I have displayed lately. You know what I mean, right? You finally see something about yourself that everyone else around you has noticed all along, and for a moment, it feels so crushing…then, the breeze.

Remember this: it takes more energy and life force to maintain the illusions and the masks than it does to simply live an enjoyable life. But, how to remove the masks? This blog effort is one way I have found. Can you tell what masks I still have on? If so, be bold enough to leave a comment. If it invokes the terror of the situation, congratulations, and thanks for the tonic.

This did not occur until after the bardo safari had “concluded” for the evening. ‘Concluded’ appeared in quotes in the previous sentence due to the lingering nature of the bardo states. The fine folk music of Parker Dickson, available at OnlyTheBestCds, primed the pump of wisdom with his Fourth Way renditions of well-known folk songs. For more on the Fourth Way, click on the words just before the first appearance of “click” in this sentence.

Near the end of the Remote Bardo Safari, a pack of Coyotes howled and yipped outside somewhere in the suburban canyons and hills in the blessed, blessed rain. Coyotes know how to stick together, to survive, and to thrive in the toughest of times. In fact, they do not face what humans call tough times.

Instead, coyotes face life, and they live it.

Can the human-infected minds slow down enough to learn from these wise tricksters?

That’s enough for now.

Wait, just another moment. After all this rambling about coyotes, bardos, and working in groups, I found the following passage in a search for a coyote picture with which to conclude this post.

Thanks to http://www.desertusa.com/mag05/jan/coyote.html for the following passage.

“His successful cunning and his relentless ways of getting a living cause him to be cursed by those whom he plunders. But he is always interesting and appears to enjoy life even in the midst of lean times.

“He is the Clown of the Prairie. He is cynical, wise, and a good actor. He has a liking for action and adventure. He really is a happy fellow, something of a philosopher and full of wit.” Another writer said, “He is the Ishmaelite of the desert; a consort of rattlesnakes and vultures; the tyrant of his inferiors; jackal to the puma; a bushwhacker upon the flanks of the buffalo ranges; the pariah of his own race, and despised of mankind. …he outstrips animals fleeter than himself and foils those of far greater strength; and he excels all his rivals in cunning intelligence.” Still another writer reported “seeing one or more coyotes staying near a crippled coyote as though taking care of him…”

Coyotes will assist each other by hunting in relays. They have a system of intercommunication, including signal stations… Coyote uses his voice to ask for information, to call for help, and to give warning. A leader may search out food, scout the lay of the land, and look out for traps or poison. When assured that all is quiet and clear, he will signal others to come.” Famed folklorist of the Southwest, J. Frank Dobie, said, “I like to hear his lonely and eerie howl in the night. I like to ride along and know he is watching me from behind some prickly pear bush. Coyotes are good company.”

Oh, beautiful coyote…my gratitude extends perpetual in devotion to your subtle teachings.

Thanks to http://advocacy.britannica.com/blog/advocacy/2007/05/ for the fine image.

I feel like more of a Coyote than a human, and when I feel like a human, I shall strive to act more like a Coyote.

Love, Wildness, Coyotes,

-Garrett

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