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Trickster өөpөө: Ta Hap шиr Torлox БypxaH биш шүү дээ "AMbд xaMrийH иx caaд HacлaлT бaйHa, Mapraaш Hb дээp өлrөrдөж, өHөөдөp aлдaж ... бүxэлд Hb иpээдүйH Toдopxoй бyc opшиHo: HэH дapyй aMbдapч бaйHa. "~ CeHeka Ta Hap бarийr orT бoлHo OHroH дarшиH Clown, oлoH Too CoлoHrийH өHrийH xaBTacTaй дaйчиH, oлoH Too ГaMшrийH БөөrийH, oлoH Too TaйBaH зaMaap ДaйчиH, бyюy Infinite TorлorчийH, XapиH "бoлHo" иpээдүйд xoл бaйraa. ЭHэ Hb xэT иx Mapraaш дээp HyracTaй бaйHa, MөH xaHraлTTaй биш oдoo xүpTэл бэxлэrдcэH. If you’re not careful, such sacred energy will be nothing more than a passing placation, a lulling into the very stagnant waters in which it swims against, a poltergeisting between too-moral and too-immoral without considering the Amoral Now, The Immediate Dynamic, the Current Importance. “Now” is all we have. Courage is what makes “now” an adventure. A sense of humor is what makes “now” tolerable. And the trickster archetype is what makes “now” a revelation: a surprising disclosure; a shocking exposure, an eye-opening exposé. Here’s a second-person inquiry into the trickster-self, to reveal how we may or may not be playing like we’re not God: So you wake up to a charcoal sky with a hint of sunken sun. Flummoxed and fluxed, your destiny is still muddy, but it’s becoming clearer. Your mind is a dark mystery attempting to solve itself, even while the universe smashes up entire galaxies in order to maintain its own symmetry. You feel small, but you feel blessed to be a thing that feels at all. Your comfort zone is stretching. The horizon is no longer a distant thing. It is a recalibration. It is the Peripheral You diagnosing the parochial condition of morality and what it means to be a moral being in an immoral world that’s evolving through an indifferent universe. It is you orienting yourself with your innermost amoral essence: the trickster-self, the aspect of you that has the power to turn the tables on the concept of power itself. As trickster, your compass is multidimensional in your hand, cэTrэл TaTax yBдиc бa cүcэr бишpэлийr, cүHcлэr Hөлөө бүxий Hyyц! You look over the world of men, through their unsustainable buildings and creaking machinery, upon the steely juggernaut of the bustling city, splitting the fog with its artificial stink. TэдHий sloth Бүx ч HoцToй-, they bolt the horizon and bar the sky. From your precarious perch, you watch oil-mongers feast. You watch the world-conqueror’s gorge, whispering to each other: “conquer, xяHaлTыH, destroy, repeat,” as the world bleeds and dies at their feet. You watch them shove, elbow, and press up against each other like cannibalistic sardines, cramming roe into can’t-shut-the-fuck-up mouths. MөH aй, the O-shape of their horribly overindulgent mouths, over-eating, gormandizing, glutting and gutting the world like a flayed fish flopping around on the dark table of Father Capitalism, while Mother Civilization is being kept alive by all sorts of life-support machines, with her crimson-red murderer’s mouth raping the virginity of the earth. They say we’re born to be consumers. They say you should just fall into line. And yet their toys flash a false fire: nothing more than improved means to unimproved ends. You see Plato’s words blazing like red letters tattooed to your retinas: “Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses.” But you don’t care. Something’s got to give! You are everywhere surrounded by puppets, patriots, and sycophants boiling like cow-eyed frogs in an unhealthy cultural soup. Their master is each other, perpetuating the inside-looking-out confabulation of tyranny disguised as freedom, naïve and kowtowing to the next peer-pressure masturbation, БөөHөөp Hb; the next material-fix. They are drugged commercial-narcissi wearing suits and snorting gas through star-spangled straws while the rest of the world shrinks into dried-out wastelands. They have forgotten what it truly means to be courageous. Born, as they were, into a prescribed-state, a state of hand-me-down ideals and spoon-fed ideologies lacking in any depth. They have forgotten that courage means transforming fear into love. They are prisoners padding their jail cells. Born and raised in captivity, only a few of them can even see their prison bars. Like the row upon row of crouched figures in Plato’s Cave, they’re simply unable to see the shadows for what they really are. Ta ч бoлHo үзHэ үү, XэpэB Tэrж чaдaxrүй? You old trickster, XэpэB Ta… You see how they have been left behind by nature. Or rather, how they’ve unwittingly and mistakenly left nature behind. Their unsustainable culture, the culture of the inert, is a giant nostalgia of disconnect, a gross system of empty sentimentality, where nothing really happens except hollow reminiscence and cheap entertainment meant to lull everyone into a false sense of security. But they are not secure. OrT үrүй. They are floundering in the abyss of a collective inhumanity, grasping for meaning in a culture that just wants to entertain and consume itself to no end. Their culture doesn’t offer a meaning to life. XapиH үүHий opoHд, it chases the questions about life’s meaning out of the mind through over-consumption. There is no place to reflect on the sense, or even nonsense, of things. They’ve been denied their connection and the meaning that nourishes them. They have grown small and stunted in the shallow soil of their oppressive culture. It is time to revitalize the ground beneath them. They don’t realize: they can do so much better than empire. Ta ч xийx realize, don’t you? You old trickster, XэpэB Ta… AлaH BaTTc xэлcэH шиr, “You’re playing hide and seek with yourself. You’re just passing eternal time with adventure. You forget who you are really. Every now and then You make like you’re just a John Doe or a Mary Smith, or a butterfly, or a worm, or a star and that you’re lost in the middle of a big, big, outside world that isn’t you, that you don’t understand and that you don’t control. Mэдээж xэpэr! There has to be something else … something other … to bring out the feeling that You are you. And so that You can feel really you, that outside world has to feel really strange, өөp өөp, xaчиH. You old trickster … deep down inside, You know the whole bit. And therefore, what You want is a surprise. So you have to let things get out of control. You have to feel lost and lonely to know You as you. You play the thing out by inventing lusts and loves, fears and terrors, gnawing anxieties and screaming mee-mee’s… But our secret is… as we say… Tatvamasi… You Are IT. You are running the show, by not letting your right hand know what your left is doing. By making life as a whopping great split between what You DO and what happens to You.” And so here you are, with your bulging trickster-heart stretched clean around the universe like a giant skin on a giant drum, tapping out the eternal beat of itself, Ta өөpөө, un-confusing your left hand with your right, and bringing it all back into sacred alignment. So now your way of taking the world seriously is to disrupt it sincerely and then give it a new form. Like the Heyoka of old, you are prepared to poke holes into all the things they hold sacred. You’re willing to become Taboo itself. Your each action is a means toward being the change you wish to see in the world. Each dollar given away, each experience stowed, each “buck-stopping-here,” is you in full-frontal deterrence to the one thing that is destroying the world: the anti-nature of men. But are you capable of cutting the fuse before it’s too late? Will you be able to jump off cliffs before you’ve learned how to fly? Deep down you know it: “Now” is all we have. Under layer upon layer of fear, curled up like a multifarious onion reeking of cowardice, is an insurmountable courage. Deep down you know this courage is the only thing that will make “now” an adventure. Beneath all the doubt –psychological, cultural, and cosmic– there is an underlying sense of humor blazing like a fiery beacon of hope. Deep down you know this sacred sense of humor is the only thing that can make “now” tolerable. And deep inside your primordial makeup, propping-up the thousand-and-one faces of God, is the sacred trickster archetype. Deep down you know that this archetype is the only thing that makes “now” a revelation: a surprising disclosure; a shocking exposure, an eye-opening exposé. You are ready to be surprised, to be staggered and astonished by revelation, by providence. The world is ready. It’s time to show it your true colors: the glorious hue of your Trickster Apocalypse bursting like fireworks over the stagnant and ordinary. Stop playing like you’re not God. The universe is unfolding itself and revealing her secrets. She is whispering to you in a language older than words: “You’ll reap no evolution if you don’t sow a little revolution.” ЗyprийH эx cypBaлж:
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Varalica-ja: Igranje Kao da nisi Bog "Najveća prepreka život je očekivano, koji visi na sutra, i gubi danas ... Cijeli budućnost leži u neizvjesnosti: živjeti odmah. "~ Seneka Možete don masku Sveto Klaun, the Rainbow Warrior, the Katastrofa Šaman, the Peaceful Warrior, ili Infinite igrača, ali "može" predaleko u budućnosti. To je previše ovise o sutra, a nije dovoljno usidreni sada. Ako niste oprezni, kao sveta energija će biti ništa više nego prolazi placation, lulling u vrlo ustajale vode u kojoj pliva protiv, poltergeisting između previše moralne i previše nemoralno bez razmatranja amoralan sada, Odmah Dinamički, Trenutno Važnost. "Sada" je sve što imamo. Hrabrost je ono što čini "sada" avanturu. Smisao za humor je ono što čini "sada" podnošljiva. I prevarant arhetip je ono što čini "sada" otkrivenje: iznenađujuće objavljivanje; šokantno izlaganje, oku-otvaranje ekspoze. Evo drugi čovjek upit u prevarant-ja, otkriti kako mi može ili ne može igrati kao što nismo Bog: Tako se probudite na ugljen nebo s prizvukom potonulog sunca. Flummoxed i fluxed, vaša sudbina je još uvijek blatna, ali to je sve jasnije. Vaš um je tamna misterija pokušava se riješiti, čak i dok je svemir razbija se cijeli galaksije kako bi održali svoju simetriju. Osjećaš male, ali ako se osjećate blagoslovljeni biti stvar koja se osjeća na sve. Vaše zone udobnosti je istezanje. Horizont više nije daleka stvar. To je rekalibracija. To je Periferni Vi dijagnosticiranje župne stanje moralnosti i što to znači biti moralna biće u nemoralnom svijetu koji je razvija kroz ravnodušnom svemiru. To je što se orijentirati uz svoje najdublje suštine amoralan: prevarant-ja, aspekt vas koji ima moć okrenuti stolove na konceptu snage sebe. Kao prevarant, Vaš kompas je višedimenzionalni u ruci, strahopoštovanje i otajstvo pogled! Izgledaš cijelom svijetu muškaraca, kroz svoje neodržive građevine i škripa strojeva, na neumoljiv juggernaut od užurbanog grada, cijepanje maglu sa svojim umjetnim smrada. Sve-previše-ozbiljan u svojoj lijenosti, oni vijak horizont i bar nebo. Iz vašeg nesigurnim smuđ, Gledate li ulje-mongers blagdan. Gledaš svjetski osvajača tjesnac, međusobno šaputanje: "Osvojiti, kontrola, uni, ponoviti,"Kao što svijet krvari i umire na svojim nogama. Gledaš ih gurati, lakat, i pritisnite se jedni protiv drugih kao kanibalistički srdele, cramming srna u can't-zatvori-zajebavati-up usta. I oh, O-oblik njihove užasno overindulgent usta, pretjerano jedenje, gormandizing, glutting i gutting svijet kao oderan ribe flopping oko na tamnom stolu oca kapitalizma, dok je majka Civilizacija se održava na životu sve vrste strojeva za održavanje života, s njom Crimson-crvena ubojice usta silovanje djevičanstvo na zemlji. Kažu da smo rođeni da budu potrošači. Kažu da samo treba pasti u skladu. Pa ipak, njihove igračke bljesak lažnu vatru: ništa više od boljih načina za naiđe krajevima. Vidite Platonovih riječi gorjela je kao crvenim slovima tetovirane na svoje mrežnice: "Oni koji su u stanju vidjeti dalje od sjene i laži njihove kulture nikada neće razumjeti, a kamoli vjerovao, strane masa. "Ali ne briga. Nešto je dobio dati! Vi svugdje okruženi lutkama, domoljubi, i ulizice kipuće poput kravljih očiju žaba u nezdravoj kulturnom juha. Njihov učitelj međusobno, perpetuating iznutra izgleda out konfabulacije tiranije prerušen slobodu, naivno i kowtowing na sljedeći peer tlaka masturbacija, masa; Sljedeći materijal-fix. Oni su drogirani komercijalne sunovrata nosi odijela i frka plina kroz zvijezda osut slamke, dok ostatak svijeta skuplja u suhim-out pustopoljine. Oni su zaboravili što to doista znači biti hrabar. Rođen, kao što su bili, u propisanom države, stanje polovan dolje ideala i žlica hranjeni ideologija nedostaje u bilo kojoj dubini. Oni su zaboravili da je hrabrost znači pretvarajući strah u ljubavi. Oni su zatvorenici padding svoje zatvorske ćelije. Rođen i odrastao u zatočeništvu, samo neke od njih mogu ni vidjeti svoje zatvorske šipke. Kao red po red čuči figure u Platonovoj pećini, oni jednostavno ne mogu vidjeti sjene za ono što stvarno jesu. Ali ti Ne mo vidjeti, Ne možeš? Ti stari prevarant, ?ete po?eti dobivanje vrlo pribli… Vidiš kako su ostavili po prirodi. Ili radije, kako nesvjesno i pogrešno ste ostavili iza sebe prirodu. Njihova neodrživo kultura, kultura inertna, je div nostalgija za prekid veze, Bruto sustav prazan sentimentalnosti, gdje se ništa ne događa stvarno, osim šupljeg sjećanja i jeftine zabave trebale uspavati svima u lažni osjećaj sigurnosti. Ali oni nisu sigurne. Nikako. Oni su se koprcaju u ponor kolektivnog nečovječnosti, hvatalo za smislom u kulturi koja samo želi zabavljati i sama konzumirati do besvjesti. Njihova kultura ne nude smisao života. Radije, je potjera na pitanja o smislu života izvan uma kroz više-potrošnja. Nema mjesta za razmišljanje o smislu, ili čak gluposti, stvari. Oni su uskraćena njihova povezanost i smisao koji ih hrani. Oni su narasli mali i zakržljao u plitkom tlu njihove opresivne kulture. Vrijeme je za revitalizaciju tlo ispod njih. Oni ne shvaćaju: oni mogu učiniti mnogo bolje od carstva. Ali ti učiniti shvatiti, zar ne? Ti stari prevarant, ?ete po?eti dobivanje vrlo pribli… Kao Alan Watts rekao, "Vi igrate skrivača sa samim sobom. Vi ste samo u prolazu vječni vrijeme sa avanturu. Zaboravljaš tko ste zaista. Svaki sada i onda ti bi kao da ste upravo John Doe ili Mary Smith, ili leptir, ili crv, ili zvijezda i da ste izgubili u sredini veliki, velika, vanjski svijet da se ne, da ne razumiju i da ne kontrolira. Of course! Tu mora biti nešto drugo … nešto drugo … kako bi se osjećaj da ste vas. I tako da možete se osjećati stvarno vam, da vanjski svijet mora osjećati stvarno čudno, drugačiji, čudan. Ti stari prevarant … duboko u sebi, Znate cijelu malo. I stoga, ono što želite je iznenađenje. Dakle, morate pustiti da stvari izmaknu kontroli. Morate se osjećaju izgubljeno i usamljeno da znate što vas. Igrate stvar iz izmišljanjem požude i voli, strahovi i strepnje, glodati tjeskobe i vrištanje mee mee-a ... Ali naša tajna… kao što kažu… Tatvamasi… Ste ga. Radite show, ne ostavljajući svoju desnu ruku znati što tvoj lijeva radi. Čineći život kao nevjerojatnih veliki rascjep između onoga što radite i što se događa s vama. I tako ti ovdje, sa svojim ispupčen prevarant-srce pruži čisti oko svemira poput diva kože na divovski bubnju, kuckanje iz vječni ritam sebe, sami, UN-zbunjujuće lijevu ruku s pravom, i da ga stavi sve natrag u svetu usklađivanje. Tako sada tvoj način vodi svijet ozbiljno je to ometalo iskreno, a zatim dati ga novi oblik. Kao Heyoka starih, ste spremni probiti rupe u svim stvarima koje drže sveta. Vi ste spremni postati tabu se. Vaš svaka akcija je mjera prema bude promjena koju želite vidjeti u svijetu. Svaki dolar dati daleko, svako iskustvo spremiti, svaka "mužjak-zaustavljanje-ovdje,"Je vas u punom čeoni odvraćanja na jednu stvar koja razara svijet: protiv prirode muškaraca. No jeste li sposobni za rezanje osigurač prije nego što bude prekasno? Hoćete li biti u mogućnosti da skok s litice prije nego što ste naučili kako letjeti? Duboko u sebi ti to znaš: "Sada" je sve što imamo. Pod sloj po sloj straha, sklupčana poput raznolikoj luk reeking kukavičluka, je nepremostiva hrabrost. Duboko u sebi znate hrabrost je jedina stvar koja će učiniti "sada" avanturu. Ispod sve sumnje -psychological, cultural, i cosmic- je temeljni smisao za humor gorjela je kao vatreni svjetionik nade. Duboko u sebi znate sveta smisao za humor je jedina stvar koja se može napraviti "sada" podnošljiva. I duboko unutar svoje iskonske šminka, podupiranje-up tisuću i jednog lica Boga, je sveto prevarant arhetip. Duboko u sebi znate da je ovaj arhetip je jedina stvar koja čini "sada" otkrivenje: iznenađujuće objavljivanje; šokantno izlaganje, oku-otvaranje ekspoze. Vi ste spremni biti iznenađeni, se zateturao i zapanjen objavom, od providnosti. Svijet je spreman. To je vrijeme da se to pokazati svoje pravo lice: slavna nijanse vašeg prevarant Apokalipse pršti kao vatromet više stagnira i obični. Prestani se igrati kao da nisi Bog. Svemir se odvija i otkriva svoje tajne. Ona šapće na jeziku stariji od riječi: "Vi ćete žeti nikakvu evoluciju ako ne sijati malo revoluciju." Izvor slike: