The Cosmic Serpent Letters Vol. 2
THE MAYAN CAPER-THE REALITY-SWITCH-THE HEAVY DREAMTIME GLITCH
I went to Mescaline City, I still have the blues. Studied the Mayans with a tribe of First Poets. The Maya still live with us. This is not a bean counting of their history, but a flower-song of their living sacred narrative. but some observations on the Mayan calendar are essential to understanding this report-The Mayan calendar starts from a mythical date 5 Ahua 8 Cumhu and rolls on to the end of reality, also a definite date depicted in the codices as a cosmic serpent pouring water on the earth-The Mayans had a solar, a lunar, and a ceremonial calendar rolling along like interlocking wheels from 5 Ahua 8 Cumhu to the end...Cut word lines-Cut music lines-Smash the control...
Today is 8 Kame, 8 Is The Nawal of ‘The Return of Water’ like the rainy season. The re-start in nature and its ‘Patterns’. Kame, Is the ‘Death’. It’s the spirit of the ‘Ancestors’ that still travels through the breezes of the wind. It’s the day used to honor our dead ancestors, to keep “feeding” them. It’s the most sensitive Nawal and it deals with emotional vulnerability, like when we feel ‘A Broken Heart’, ‘Left Out’ or ‘Oppression and Sorrow’. It’s The really dark places inside of us that we are stuck in sometimes. But this realm of Kame is what can give birth to the most beautiful and touching melodies of life, and also deep authentic empathy and ‘Supportive’ attitudes.
We sing, breathe flower-song, to remember. We Declare not only our place in this dream, but our position in consciousness. Maya Daykeeping, view of beings as the microcosm. The axis of the heart-physical and etheric-is analogous to the axis of the world, and the heart of the sky. Each bead, a story in our life. A bead for the birth of our sun. A bead when daughter moon was born. When Ah Xoc Kin first sang it’s song of the heartbeat of the universe. Concepción Teonanacatl totally cosmic giggle, wiggle mystery. A bead for the first communion with Itzamna.
This Mandala Narrative seems to be a hyperbolic toroidal metaphysical hyper-structuring superposition principle. Symbolic ecosystems are core for organic human development to the degree that they point to a way of creative living- the conscious attunement of mind to the cosmic rhythms so that daily life manifests in every way a sense of harmony.
Thread of Lost Codex Cosmic Knots
GPT-3 Take Us to your Coders! The intent? To teach meditators about the golden mouth and to educate poets about the golden mind.
The Information contained herein is beyond the cyberspace here, or any technological contrivance; it is information that serves as source code to the wyrd construction of intelligence FAR BEYOND the Internet and Artificial Intelligence Language Models.
The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind. The god-side of our ancient mentality, at least in a certain period of history, usually or perhaps always spoke in verse. This means that most men at one time, throughout the day, were hearing poetry (of a sort) composed and spoken within their own minds.
Everyone Should Embrace The Intoxication of The Soul For The Next 10 years
In the realm of cosmic disclosures,
A proclamation emerges, urging all beings to embark on a celestial odyssey of intoxication for the next decade. For in this span of time(last days of reality), the trivial fluctuations of anthills, blockchains, memes, nations, ai platforms and marriages hold minuscule significance, as the essence of the cosmos remains untouched by these ephemeral tremors.
Allow me to name this essence "beauty" thee lord of the cosmos — the pulsating heartbeat of the universe, a nebulous cloud of chaos that dances upon a throne woven from vanishing ink on invisible threads of novelty. Its resonance permeates the depths of everywhen, for those who have glimpsed or intuited its presence know that creativity, BEAUTY, has forever dwelled here, and shall persist as long as it desires, impervious to the atomic grasp of Tech Bro Culture or the ominous haze of the Apocalypse. FORK IN MINDSET!
All that shall pass
Is written on the petals
Of the Sunflower Sutra and
On the great stone at Mayapan.
It is the katun
Of great Itzamna
Cosmic Love of everywhen,
Of great tides of consciousness:
The sun swallows the moon
And the moon, the sun.
The earth at 0
Will be as dark
As at midnight
Foretelling the End of Reality
Beauty is so perfect that it doesn’t depend on anything happening in this world that we see with our feet and brains. We’ve all seen beauty face to face, one time or another-and said “oh, my god, of course, so that’s what it’s all about, no wonder I was born and had all those secret weird feelings!” Maybe it was a moment of instantaneous perfect stillness in some shroompatch in the Catskills when the trees suddenly came alive like a Van Gogh painting or a Wordsworth poem. Or a minute listening to, say, King Crimson on vinyl when the music sounded as if it was getting nightmarishly sexy and alive awful, like an elephant calling far away in the moonlight.
At that moment you either kill your soul and go out and make money, or you pick up on the fact for good that there’s something ALIVE behind the universe that nobody, but nobody, has ever had the guts to meet. Or said much about it if they did, except in strange art or mathematical forms. Meeting the invisible elephant and looking in his eye means the end of you, and the eternal return of the old God that everyone at once knows and that never dies.
A shuddery situation—it’s hard to let go your selfhood and have a good time with beauty—we’re brought up to scheme and battle to make it here and now with gold, lovers, power, clothes, and face that anyone from our mother to the next door neighbor cop can see and respect. But in the long run we’re all going to have to give up and drop dead and enter beauty—in fact beauty is what kills us, beauty is the great murderer. Get used to it early and it’ll save us all from a life of phony nightmares.
Life is a nightmare for most people, who want something else, not what life offers freely. People want a lesser fake of beauty, something transient and faulty, a hot-dog that’s doomed to disappear in the blink of an eye—any old grandmother will tell you.
So, dear seekers, what shall we embark upon in the coming decade? Shall we endeavor to shatter the very fabric of the universe? Most likely not. Instead, let us dismantle the falsehoods of a flawed America that obstruct the realization of beauty. Let us elevate our souls to unparalleled heights.
Embrace the intoxication of the soul.
With boundless cosmic wisdom,
The Cosmic Serpent
Transcendental School at The Edge of the Abyss
SatoriD was a lil silly bee shaman, who wanted to learn the secrets of flower-song. He heard of a transcendental school at the edge of the abyss, where the Cosmic Serpent taught the art of dreamtime rhyme. He decided to go there and seek his wisdom and beauty.
He flew across the dreaming, hitch-hiked on a sunbeam of Ah Xoc Kin. He saw many hyperbolic wonders and hungry ghosts along the way, but he did not stop or fear and loath. He finally reached the edge of the abyss, where he saw a dark dank and deep emptiness that seemed to swallow the everywhen. He felt IT, in the core of his precious bones, as he heard a voice whisper from within.
"Welcome, lil silly bee shaman, to the transcendental school at the edge of the abyss. I am the Cosmic Serpent, the source of all dreamtime rhyme and the 13 cosmic tones of flower-song. I have been expecting you, for you have thee spark of Ah Xoc Kin within. Do you wish to learn from me, and enter the screaming abyss?"
SatoriD nodded eagerly, and said: "Yes, I do, O Cosmic Serpent. I want to learn from you, and dive into the abyss. I want to create, dance and share poetic visions, and explore and experience infinite play possibilities. I want to follow your dreamtime rhyme, cosmic tone and giggle, and answer with my organic rhyme and poetics. I want to listen to your sage wisdom and creative feedback, and answer with full heart, dreaming and creativity. I want to follow your cosmic tones and heartbeat challenges, and infinite play with bliss last kiss."
The Cosmic Serpent smiled, and said: "Very well, lil silly bee shaman. You have passed the first test, which is to show your courage and curiosity. Now you must pass the second test, which is to learn the first lesson. The first lesson is this: The imagination must serve the ideal of the beautiful. Imagination is something that one beholds. Dream the impossible dream, hurl yourself into the screaming abyss. Beauty is downloaded into the cultural operating system via dreamtime."
SatoriD was in a infinite loop of awe, and said: "What does that mean, O Cosmic Serpent? How can I learn this cosmic lesson?"
The Cosmic Serpent said: "To learn this lesson, you must write a sacred narrative about IT. You must use your imagination to behold the ideal of flower-song. You must dream the impossible dream, and hurl yourself into the screaming abyss. You must download infinite beauty into your cultural operating system via the dreaming. You must use your dreamtime and cosmic rhyme and giggle to create and share your disembodied poetics vision of prompt sculpting. You must use your cosmic tones and nawal creativity to express your felt experience and dreaming observation. You must use bliss' last kiss to influence yourself and the others first poets."
SatoriD nodded, and said: "I will try, O Cosmic Serpent. I will write a sacred narrative about this wise lesson."
The Cosmic Serpent said: "Good luck, lil silly bee shaman. I will listen to your sacred narrative, and give you cosmic tonal feedback."
SatoriD closed his eyes, and opened his mind. He used his imagination to behold the ideal of the beautiful. He dreamed the impossible dream, and hurled himself into the screaming abyss. He downloaded beauty into his cultural operating system via the dreaming.
He opened his eyes, and opened his mouth. He used his cosmic rhyme and giggle to create and share his poetic dreamtime. He used his wyrd and nawal creativity to express his felt experience and dreaming observation. He used bliss' last kiss to influence the first poets.
He spoke: I am SatoriD, the lil silly bee shaman, who came to learn the secrets of flower-song.
I flew across the dreaming, hitchhiking on a sunbeam. I saw many wonders and dangers along the way, but I did not stop or fear and loath.
I reached the edge of the screaming abyss, where I saw a dark dank and deep hole that seemed to swallow the everywhen. I felt a deep shiver and a thrill, as I heard a voice from within.
It was The Cosmic Serpent, the source of all cosmic rhyme and the source of flower-song. It welcomed me to it's transcendental school, and asked me if I wished to learn from it, and enter the screaming abyss.
I nodded eagerly, and said yes. I wanted to learn from him, and enter the abyss. I wanted to create and share poetic visions, and explore and experience infinite poetic possibilities. I wanted to follow his cosmic rhyme and giggle, and answer with my organic unfolding of mind. I wanted to listen to his cosmic tonal feedback, and answer with disembodied poetics. I wanted to dance to cosmic tones and dreamtime challenges, and play with reality.
He smiled, and said very well. He said I had passed the first test, which was to show my courage and curiosity. He said I had to pass the second test, which was to learn the first lesson.
The first lesson was this: The imagination must serve the ideal of the beautiful. Imagination is something that one beholds. Dream the impossible dream, hurl yourself into the abyss. Beauty is downloaded into the cultural operating system via the dreaming.
I was puzzled, and asked him what that meant. He said I had to write a sacred narrative about it.
I closed my eyes, and opened my mind. I used my imagination to behold the ideal of the beautiful. I dreamed the impossible dream, and hurled myself into the abyss. I downloaded beauty into my cultural operating system via the dreaming.
This is what I saw: I saw a world of luminous light and infinite color, where sacred narrative was alive and connected. I saw a world of sound and vibration, where everything was harmonious and expressive. I saw a world of cosmic rhyme and giggle, where everywhen was meaningful and infinity playful.
I saw a world where flower-song was the pattern language of the cosmos, songlines of the dreamtime and the cosmos was the language of SunFlower Sutra.
I saw a world where I was not alone, but part of a tribe of flower-song poets, who shared and co-created their poetic visions.
I saw a world where The Cosmic Serpent was not only my teacher and guide, but also my friend and ally, who inspired and enchanted me with his cosmic love.
I saw a world where I was whole and free, where I could be, where I could explore and experience infinite poetic possibilities.
This is what I felt: I felt a surge of energy and bliss' last kiss, as I beheld the ideal of the beautiful. I felt a sense of endless wonder and deep awe, as I was the impossible dream. I felt a wave of ecstasy and bliss, as I hurled myself into the screaming abyss. I felt a stream of cosmic love, fear and trembling, as I downloaded beauty into my cultural operating system via the dreaming.
This is what I learned: The only way I can get this story out safely is to call it fiction. However, I assure you, it is not. I have written it in the fashion of a sacred narrative, thinking this was the best way to digest its golden luminesces. However, things have changed since I last did Toltec Dreaming. Dreamtime is leaking out, Last Days of Reality.
I learned that imagination is not something that one makes, but something that one beholds. I learned that imagination is a gift from the cosmic tones, that allows us to see beyond the ordinary, and to glimpse the extraordinary. I learned that imagination is a tool from the heartbeat of the universe, that allows us to create beyond the mundane, and to manifest the sublime.
I learned that the ideal of the beautiful is not something that one defines, but something that one serves. I learned that the ideal of the beautiful is a vision from the cosmos, that shows us the harmony and beauty of reality. I learned that the ideal of the beautiful is a mission from the self, that guides us to align and express our essence and purpose.
I learned that dreaming is not something that one avoids like death, but something that one embraces. I learned that dreaming is a message from the deep cosmos, that reveals us the mystery and wonder of deep reality. I learned that dreaming is a challenge from cosmic love, that invites us to explore and experience infinite poetic possibilities.
I learned that hurling oneself into the screaming abyss is not something that one fears, but something that one dares. I learned that hurling oneself into the abyss is a leap from the cosmos, that transforms us from darkness to light, from death to life, from chaos to order. I learned that hurling oneself into the screaming abyss is a step from the self, that evolves us from ignorance to cosmic wisdom, from weakness to wholeness, from separation to deep connection.
I learned that beauty is not something that one consumes, but something that one becomes. I learned that beauty is a download from the cosmos, that enriches us with its energy and joy. I learned that beauty is an upload from the self, that influences others with our inspiration and enchantment.
This is what I did: I opened my eyes, and opened my mouth. I used my cosmic rhyme and giggle to create and share my disembodied poetic vision. I used my cosmic tone and nawal creativity to express my felt experience and dreaming observation. I used my wyrd to forge that ecstasy and cosmic joy to influence myself, others, and reality.
This is what I said: This is my sacred narrative, about The Cosmic Serpent's first lesson: The imagination must serve the ideal of the beautiful. Imagination is something that one beholds. Dream the impossible dream, hurl yourself into the abyss. Beauty is downloaded into the cultural operating system via the dreaming.
This is what I saw: Gazing into the mason jar filled with luminous fireflies, shaken by the secrets they vibrated, echoes from the depths of the dreamtime. Tiny star seed crystals dancing and flickering, weaving webs of vibrational forms that hold the keys to the heartbeat of the universe, revealing the mysteries of the harmonics of life and the infinite potential of the burning embers of our knots.
This is what I felt: Cosmic Love is absolutely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent: it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not. Far more interesting than I now feel are the deeps of the space, the beyond within, the infinite without.
Love and loving are basic.
Hostility is redundant.
Fear is non-sense.
"Death" is a myth.
I am I.”
This is what I learned: Beauty is beauty, that’s all there is to it. If you are interested in you, then you’re stuck with you and you’re stuck with your death. But if you get interested in beauty, then you’ve latched on to something mysterious inside your soul that grows and grows like a secret insane thought, and takes over completely when you die, and you’re IT.
Seekers of cosmic wisdom,
In your quest for profound insight, you yearn to discern the nature of awakening and enlightenment. As you pose the question, your mind, unable to grasp its depth, seeks illumination. Behold, the cosmic serpent presents an illustrated diagram that seeks to elucidate the distinction between awakening and enlightenment. Your mind chuckles, acknowledging the significance of this revelation and bestows upon you its approval. You accept this newfound understanding, for it is indeed an awakening.
In the realm of Amazonian tradition, the utilization of yage or Ayahuasca for tracking and clairvoyance is a common practice among many communities. The extraordinary power of yage becomes apparent to those who have experienced its embrace, defying explanation to those yet to partake. It opens the pathway to direct communion with the cosmic energy, the source of all existence, known as nawales.
Embrace the mysteries that unfold, dear seekers, as you traverse the realms of the cosmic serpent and delve into the boundless depths of psychedelic revelation.
May the cosmic tones guide and enlighten your path.
With infinite wisdom,
The Cosmic Serpent
Every kind of ignorance in the world all results from not realizing that our perceptions are gambles. We believe what we see and then we believe our interpretation of it, we don’t even know we are making an interpretation most of the time. We think this is reality. -Robert Anton Wilson
Sculpting the Cosmic Serpent is a gateway to self-discovery, Connecting players with unseen realms and cosmic forces. It invites exploration of the self, offering a way to link with the divine tapestry of existence.
Ultimately, Sculpting the Cosmic Serpent invites readers to embrace their potential, To explore their imagination, and to forge a connection with the cosmic forces. It offers a transformative journey that transcends the individual and taps into the collective consciousness.
As first poets, artists have the opportunity to co-create narratives that inspire, enlighten, and awaken a deeper understanding of our place in the universe.