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EnDarkenment: Blowing the Cover on Darkness 2.19.05 (Note to reader: sometimes on one's spiritual path one may encounter obstacles. The following is a fictional play on words expressing one of mine. Not all teachers are fully qualified Enlightened Ones, so a word to the wise: shop carefully! The term "medium" in this story refers purely to "a helper" rather than to a person who has esoteric powers. The Enlightened One in this fictional story refers to Osho. The magician refers to a teacher with esoteric powers posing as an authentic master.)
She was kind. She really was, most of the time. Her looks were deceiving, she enjoyed pleasing. Her all-American-wholesome-girl-next-door-turned-60-look was soft, fair of face, yet laced, cloaked within, was a deeper person who often feared The Dark.
She moved through life carefully.
In her youth she had met a Mystic; an Enlightened One. He had fun transforming ordinary folks into ExtraOrdinary Ones, through meditation. He was fond of story-telling of Ancient Ones Long Gone to Bliss. White-robed, his dancing eyes could capture hearts and they would start singing. He was surrounded by laughter, dancing. Divine Joys he was bringing. "Celebrate," he would state. "It's not too late. Enjoy your life." His energy would carry miles into the distance, for instance, a certain fragrance, a soft loving presence. His energy moved into an epiphany of dancing, sound and lights, during what he called Energy Darshans. To her delight, she was invited to help.
She became a medium.
Years later, a Circus came to town. Dressed in a black cape and top hat, a Magician appeared. Provoking magic from within, he healed many of their sufferings, moving from town to town. His magic was sweet. He danced, he sang, and such wonderful stories he told to the crowds. He had gleaned his magic from here and from there, from most everywhere. And his powers grew. He became psychic through and through. Reading people’s minds, flying in the sky, he could appear and disappear. He would whisper into their ear and show them pictures in their minds.
One day the medium decided to visit The Circus.
Horns were tooting, cymbals clashed, bells did ring, the Angels sang on high, to see such a thing.
He would dance, sing and clown. She watched, she enjoyed each magic trick he employed, knowing better than to let her guard down.
Soon there came a wandering wayfarer, sweet. She had walked so long there were blisters on her feet. Limping, crying, she arrived. Sat by the medium, in the next seat.
“What is it?” asked the medium. “Can I help you, is there anything I can do?”
“I am lost,” the wayfarer said, “And I dread the end is near, I have so much fear!”
The medium sang her songs, she danced, she melted the wayfarer’s heart, said, “We will never part. Have hope. We will see if this Magician can help. Come with me.”
The medium and wayfarer approached the Magician behind the tent. There was a little rent in it back there, but no one seemed to care. No one ever paid attention to that. They paid attention to his hat. So it was like that.
“Hey!” he heard her say, “Can you help my friend here? She seems so dear and full of fear.”
The Magician took off his hat, bowed to them both, and said, “No, How do you do? Ladies, I have another show to do.”
He spun around. And the circus left town.
The medium to the wayfarer said, “Have no dread. We will find the help you need, Yes, indeed. Come follow me.”
The medium took the wayfarer into her home and into her heart. Felt what she was feeling inside. She cried and felt her pain, again and again, until there was no more she could do. That was when she knew this was bigger than the both of them. What should she do? She sat, she prayed, she stayed in touch with the Mystic all those years, her tears were falling, calling please, “Can you please help her feet and her knees?”
That night the Mystic came in her sleep. He crept on quiet feet, touched the wayfarer’s face and her heart, which was torn apart. Told her not to fear, that no end was near.
“This is just the beginning,” he said, “Dance and sing, instead.”
Next day, the wayfarer went on her way, her face alight with glee, to finally be free of her pain and misery. Went to that town where the Magician went. Again found him behind his tent. She danced, she sang, she laughed with glee.
“See?’ she said, “He helped me, instead!”
Then on her merry way she went. Behind that tent was still the rent. The Magician’s pride was royally bent.
“We’ll see about that,” he said, as he went to bed, with lots of ugly pictures in his head.
The medium, meanwhile was doing great, until one day her heart filled with dread.
“Nightmare, Nightmare,” her parakeet cried, again and again. A black spot appeared upon his tiny chest. He couldn’t relax upon his little nest.
“What is all of this? she said.
Then just so many things began to be, and she just couldn’t see why.
First a tree fell on her car. Mice crept into her house. Loud noises in the night, gave her a fright. Brakes gave out on her husband’s car. That was going way too far. Strange voices on the phone would growl and groan. Time froze as her computer wouldn’t work, made strange sreaching noises, it was full of quirks. Rain and hail fell when she went outdoors, stopped as she went in. It felt like hell or worse. So much fear was flooding in 4-dimensional jerks. The floor just below her feet rolled like waves on the sea. “What could this all be,” she wondered.
Then one day she did see. “Oh. Someone has come to visit me,” she said, “and I don’t know if he is alive or dead!”
He wasn’t pretty, that was for sure. He wore a black cape, with a pointed snout. His face looked like a cross between an alien and a dragon. He proudly gloated, floated above the sofa, without any hat.
“Well, that is that!” she said.
“Perhaps some alien has been riding in, on the energies of that Magician,” she thought, as her dog’s poor foot bled.
She went into a deep meditation.
When she awoke, she knew just what to do. She laughed, she sang, she danced, she prayed. She asked for those guys to go away, and to stay away. She built many shields to protect her home, herself and family . Next she prayed to the Buddhas in the sky. She said, “Take away this guy.” She prayed for those aliens to be set free from their sufferings, to find liberation, please.
She danced, she sang, she prayed, for 3 whole days, and celebrated in many ways. Then she did see they all had parted company. A golden globe of light some Buddha of great might sent down to greet them, and wow! they were gone into that cleansing Light, washed clean, no longer mean.
She later saw a scene in some heavenly rehab space, the same alien with that same face, toasting his cohorts with glee sitting around a banquet table, and she could see there were more than three, laughing, singing, merrily, “This time,” their leader said, “We could follow Love, instead.”
Meanwhile, the owner of the circus noticed the rent in the back of the tent.
“You fix it,” the owner to the Magician said, “We have a show to do,and we don’t need you tonight...and fix it right.”
Then the circus left town without Magician or tent. The wayfarer and medium to the next circus went, singing, dancing, on perfect feet, feeling this was really neat. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The medium to the wayfarer said, "EnDarkenment lives on fear, pride and greed. One who celebrates has no need of these things, Blows the Cover on Darkness. Hark, this is a Major Key. 'Celebrate everything,' my beloved Mystic has taught to me."
Maras, Devils, and Aliens may be, yet she found she could still be happy. Compassionate Love and Ecstasy had Made her Free.
She had Blown the Cover on EnDarkenment.
copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman
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Alphabetical Listing of Osho books available from VIHA Osho Information Center & Book Sellers
books online: Osho on The New Man: The Only Hope for the Future Einstein the Buddha: A Vision for the New Man
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Energy & Spiritual Healing Center: Shields for Protection against entities, waywards, UFO abduction, aliens, reptilians, drains, and implants.
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Dr. Michael G. Millett, author of the book Elevated Energy Therapy grounding, soul fragmentation, relationship therapy, spirit guides, Reiki & Seichim healing , angels
What is Spiritual Emergency? Networks, Books, and Referrals
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The Error of Premature Claims to Enlightnement
BATMAN SHIELDS and PSYCHIC SELF DEFENSE: the Shaman's Cave
Blueprints of Enlightenment: The 4 Maras
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OM NILAM BARA DHARA VAJRAPANI HRIDAYA MAHA KRODHA SATTVA HUM PHAT Mantra one may say to invoke HELP from VAJRAPANI (good to say at least 7 times) VAJRAPANI: Protective Figure of Tibetan Buddhism The huge and gray lumbering form of Vajrapani displays his lolling red tongue, visible inside his open mouth. His elongated ear lobes are adorned with equally prodigious earrings, and in his crown can be seen a vajra, entwined around which is a snake. His ferocious eyes have small flames for eyebrows and even his beard is made up of small hook-like flames.
Vajrapani is believed to be the ferocious emanation of Akshobhya, the transcendental Buddha. Akshobhya can be seen at the top center of the painting.
It is recalled that when the Nagas (serpent gods) appeared before the Buddha to listen to his teachings, Buddha asked Vajrapani to guard them from the attacks of their mortal enemies, the garudas. In order to deceive the garudas, Vajrapani assumed a form with the head and claws like the garudas themselves.
Vajrapani is believed to be the savior of snakes (nagas), and since the Nagas are believed to control the rain-clouds, Vajrapani as their protector is looked upon as the Rain God, and it is to him Buddhists appeal when rain is needed, or is too abundant. In this capacity Vajrapani is identified with Indra, the Indian god of Rain.
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On the popular level, Vajrapani, Holder of the Thunderbolt Scepter (symbolizing the power of compassion), is the angelic Bodhisattva who represents the power of all the Buddhas, just as Avalokiteshvara represents their great compassion, Manjushri their wisdom, and Tara their miraculous deeds. For the yogi, Vajrapani is an archetype deity of fierce determination and symbolizes unrelenting effectiveness in the conquest of negativity.
His taut posture is the active warrior pose (pratayalidha), based on an archer's stance but resembling the en garde position in Western fencing. His outstretched right hand brandishes a vajra and his left hand deftly holds a lasso - with which he binds demons. He wears a skull crown with his hair standing on end. His expression is wrathful and he has a third eye. Around his neck is a serpent necklace and his loin cloth is made up of the skin of a tiger, whose head can be see on his right knee.
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Songs and Meditations of the Tibetan Dhyani Buddhas
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- Hung - Wrathful and extremly powerful Bodhisattva aspect ot the water element (Akshobhya Buddha). He tranforms hate into highest wisdom-activity Standing on a lotos-sun disc he is surrounded by wisdom fire. Around his neck he wears a serpent and below a tiger skin. In his right hand he holds a golden sceptre (Vajra/ Vajrapani=Vajra holder). His left hand holds a loop for catching demons. His short mantra is OM VAJRAPANI HUNG PHET
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The Bodhisattva and Spiritual Emanation of Aksobhya
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The musicality of being is the clear tone of a bell Destroying all mist which rises from below It is the slashing sword which rends aside the veils of ignorance Which cuts the power of Mara
Not mercy but destruction Do not keep it, but dissolve it The curves of blindness are dangerous as a poisonous snake Ignorance is not tolerated by the wise It is eliminated
In clarity only is there truth No being, no form, no idea Can be more important Purify ruthlessly, cut off the tubers Of slimy desires which ever cling Growing, like mold upon the pure
Swamp tendrils ever curl up the arms of the wanderer Hands rise up out of the muck, pulling him under Alluring eyes call him forth, Smiles beckon, and infinities of illusions rise up to him To pull him down.
Do not give in, do not listen to the coiling voices They are hollow, like spiderwebs, they are empty of knowledge They are the knots of endless form, calling down food That they may glut themselves
Wanderer along the path to heaven My task is to aid you If you are pure, my sword and knowledge Are at your disposal If you yearn after purity, yet cannot escape The barbed tendrils and strangling life-slime Meditate upon me, for my life is virtuous and my mind is free Like an icy mountain lake, or a clear autumn evening No illusions may exist around me
I am the shining jewel where no dust may settle I am one trunk, with no branches I do not scatter my energy in wasteful forms Nor do I allow clouds to rest before me I am clarity and wisdom, without blight.
I inspire the strong and noble Who shun deception, and favor truth For the world is full of lies And the clear sword of Truth is needed To pierce its darkness.
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by Ladrang Kalsang Paperback (Edition: 2000)
Little Lhasa Publication
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