Wouldn't It Be Funny?

 Wouldn't it be funny if I posted on this old Blog of mine?  Hello!  Pymander here.  It's been 2 and a half years.  There's some new things!  Pretty much summed up in this video:




Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Pymander in Latin

Image
PIMANDER I-XIV MERCVRII TRISMEGISTI LIBER DE POTESTA TE ET SAPIENTIA DEI PER MARSILIVM FICI NUM TRADVCTVS AD COSMVM MEDICEM. Tu quicunque es: qui haec legis. siue grammaticus: siue orator: seu philosophus: aut theologus: scito. Mercurius Trismegistus sum: quem singulari mea doctrina & theologica: aegypti prius & barbari: mox Christiani antiqui theologici: ingenti stupore attoniti admirati sunt. Quare si me emes: & leges: hoc tibi erit commodi: quod paruo aere comparatus summa re legentem uoluptate: & utilitate afficiam. Cum mea doctrina cuicunque aut mediocriter erudito: aut doctissimo placeat. parce oro: si uerum dicere non pudet: nec piget. Lege modo me: & fatebere non mentitum: sed si semel leges rursum releges: & caeteris consules: ut me emant: & legant. Bene Vale. Argumentum Marsilii Ficini florentini in Librum Mercurii Trismegisti: ad Cosmum Medicem Patriae Patrem. [e]O tempore: quo Moyses natus est: floruit Athlas astrologus Promethei physici frate...
Read more

Meditating with my dad

Image
When I was growing up, in the morning my dad would meditate. As an adult I know I should clarify: he performed this particular "meditation", or exercise, or... I'm inclined to say "devotion". When I came of age and I was curious enough, I would sit with him for the beginning: "Auuuummmmmmmmmm". Then I would laugh and run away, and decide that my dad's word may be "Aummm" but my word is "Chah-kunnnngggg". Later, perhaps around 1984 after the divorce was put into process and I'd visit dad on weekends, and my ability to sit still on occasion began to develop, at the age of five, up in Sierra Madre Canyon, 81 Vista Circle Dr, in the master bedroom, at the window in the southwest corner of the room, facing westward out the window toward the back yard and the view of the canyon from up there, we would sit - he in front, me behind. The old Chinese dresser to our left, his bed (mattress on floor) to our right - the restroom...
Read more

A monk named Joe

A monk named Joe (plagiarized/adapted from  Suryanangama  Sutra,  Yeshe   Tsogyal , and  Dogen ) So there I was, a monk named Joe.  I was sitting in Lotus Position on my  zafu , gazing at the wall.  I had been for some time.  One day, while meditating, I found myself in total darkness.  Then, I experienced it as an open expanse, and the darkness was gone, the whole thing turned to light.  I used my mind to intently investigate that light, and the light pervaded my body... My mind became clear, unveiled, bright, and penetrating, an internal light shone forth and turned everything into gold. All the various species of beings were transformed. I saw  Vairochana  Buddha seated upon a platform of celestial light, he was surrounded by a thousand  Buddhas , who simultaneously appeared upon lotus blossoms in a hundred million lands. I reached a state where I could see the earth, the mo...
Read more