A Spiritual Experience

Mae-geri (front kick) to Yogo-geri (side kick)
to Ushiro-geri (back kick)

A. Assume the right-front stance in the ready position.
B. Apply a front kick with the left leg.
C. Return the kicking foot to the knee of the supporting leg and then apply a side kick to the side.
D. Again return the kicking foot to the supporting leg and kick to the rear with a back kick.
E. Reverse the position of the feet and practice the sequence of kicks with your right leg.

Dynamic Karate - M. Nakayama

A single cut to the right .. a divine cut to the center .. I fell.
One thrust through the solar plexus .. and darkness descended, before the light.

My Masters and teachers at the Buddhist temple never liked my ability to fight. They discouraged me from practicing that which I could not know .. as they secretly discussed my ability to know the unknowable. They did not understand and I did not understand. I was hundreds of years before my time!

Lost... Out of place .. and alone.

Day after day I would practice moves that I should not know! Not really understanding why I chose this path... Times change. In the next few hundred years, respect for the Monks within the temples would reach an all time low. A time when spirituality was perceived as a threat. Where peace was dangerous and where the minds of those who see were the most dangerous sword of all.

Deep in the middle of this conflict were the innocent Monks...
Trying to attain enlightenment in times of future war.

A Spiritual Experience
I told no one at the temple about the Invisible Guides... They were not part of the scriptures and they laughed at enlightenment. The Guides laughed so hard and so long that I had to consider: Why is the Buddha laughing? That was it, wasn't it? In all the statues and paintings there was the enigmatic smile of Buddha. The fat Buddha was laughing no matter what form he took: Medicine Buddha, travelling Buddha, wealth Buddha, spirituality and love... and they were all laughing. Why were they laughing?

I would leave the temple each day and the Guides would show me .. through my body .. complex moves .. kicks .. blocks and jumps. All of these moves hundreds of years ahead of the times I was born into. Why did they show me? How is it I could understand them? My body and my mind understood all the moves .. as I watched in amazement.

To the other Monks .. my brothers .. and to the Masters .. this all seemed like a form of violence. They tolerated me and my strange ways. They prayed for me. They tried to dissuade me from my strange behaviour. No one understood that, for me, this was a spiritual experience. I felt alive when I moved with the Guidance. I felt alive! But I could not teach... I was alone.

Times change .. and times changed within my lifetime! A brutal warrior class was born who cared nothing for spirituality and the sanctuary of respect.

They were highly skilled killers - on sale to the growing power of the warlords.

The chicken or the egg? Which was created first? Without the egg, there is no chicken .. and without the chicken, there is no egg. Who came first .. the ruthless warlords or the warriors? And .. why did both have the same brutal characteristics of mind? Perhaps, chicken or egg is the wrong question... As, both appear to have the same impulse at birth.

Who or what gave birth to the warlords and the warriors at the same time?

I was a Master of the peaceful fighting arts by the time I was killed.

I was not a killer... That, is the difference.

They came to kill my brothers .. and that is why I stood between them and the temple. It was not an act of war .. it was an act of defence.

I could hold to the last moment...

Seeing the fight .. the Masters began to move the Monks secretly from the temple. The older Monks would lead the younger apprentices out into the paths of the night. They fled as I fought .. and they suddenly understood .. we all understood.

The warrior never let go of his sword .. even though all I had was my body.

In reality, all I had was time.

He was an experienced killer .. whose sword had hacked countless opponents to the ground. His blade was thirsty for blood and more deaths. That was his way .. but it was not my way. I would not defeat him .. simply delay him. By the time I had finished .. my brothers would have disappeared into the night, never to be found. By the time I was finished .. the temple would be empty and eventually burned to the ground.

Only one man remained behind and did not move .. and that was my Master.

Go .. go .. why don't you move! Why does he not leave?

He did not leave .. he stayed there with me until our end.

Buddha says: It is easier to die than watch others die...

Master! Why don't you leave? Leave now!

The warrior opposing me was highly skilled. I felt sorry for him as he attacked me. Swinging his killer sword against a force he could not comprehend. I effortlessly sucked in and moved aside his violent power and deflected it with a power unknown to man. His muscles began to ache... The longer he had to fight .. the weaker he became.

I deflected him using his own violent force and intent to kill.

I never intended to kill him nor defeat him.

My defensive moves sucked in the mind of the whole attacking warlord's force. Why did they want to destroy the temple? Why did they want to destroy our world? Why were we a threat? I pulled their attention with the force. No one moved .. they all watched .. brutality was their focus. For the first time I felt compassion.

With desperate eyes the warrior gaze at me between stokes.

Eye to eye I saw his fear .. his despair .. and death.

How he feared death...

Master, why do you not leave... Please leave... Why does he stand there?

It was a spiritual experience .. a moment of compassion.

I could not kill the warrior. That was not my purpose!

Chicken or the egg? Buddha or disciple?

A single cut to the right .. a divine cut to the center .. I fell.
One thrust through the solar plexus .. and darkness descended, before the light.

I was stronger .. as his arms began to show signs of weakness and fear.

I leaned my body into his right cut .. I lunged into his center swing and I forced myself into the final solar plexus kill.

The last thing I saw .. before I died .. was his fear.

May the Buddha bless you.

The warriors expected my Master to oppose them in the same way I had held them back .. but he did not oppose them. Together, with me, he simply died. The Master died as our beloved brothers silently disappeared into the dark strategic landscape we knew so well. Into the darkness .. into the light.

I fell for a long long time .. through the darkness .. through the shock. The Earth was changing. The Planet was in turmoil. These were physical spiritual wars. The force of violence against the force of peace. Why do the violent fear peace? I fell for a long long time.

We were happy .. we moved with the seasons .. we are not fighting people by choice. Legend says that c. 480 A.D. a wandering Buddhist teacher came to China from India. He was called Buddhabhadra, also known as Batuo or Fotuo in Chinese.

No one knows our true history.

One Is All ...

"Please protect me and allow me to finish my business and return home safely." - Master Mabuni

The Twenty Principles of Karate,
Gichin Funakoshi

Looking back in time it was difficult to understand human behaviour...

There was a particular ugliness involved in deep rooted self-serving service to self behaviour. However, this service-to-self [in reality], did not serve the individual nor the collective self. Self-interest, at the expense of your neighbour, served as a quicksand .. sucking you into the core of selfishness .. removing you from the central core of humanity and universal co-operation.

The Universe co-operates across space and time...

I was sent back to 2013 .. a time on Earth none of us particularly liked to view or visit. As viewed from the future, we saw this period as being brutal, distorted, perverted and self-serving. Completely at odds with our future society and experiences. Therefore, why did the Invisible Guides send us back there? Because .. it made us strong. Because .. it made us stronger .. in spirit!

I climbed high into the mountain...

Even in astral form .. we had to climb .. we had to use our inner strength.

How did they do this? The Invisible Guides? Causing us to experience the reality of the past? I don't know how they did it !! All I know is that it was real, solid, demanding and inwardly challenging.

Protect me .. and allow me to return home safely...
I was far from home .. and yet, I was not far from home .. I was close. As the Guides sent me out into the past of my [our shared existence] .. I began to understand the intricate inner web of the past, the present and the future. One is all .. and all is one! How many times had they revealed to me this truth?

So simple and so powerful !!

In 2013 .. the Earth was the Earth and the past was the past... Yet, these experiences seemed to be part of us... Moving effortlessly, from the past .. to the present .. and to the future. If you look back into a mirror, what do you see? You see yourself! Self is timeless, without form, without self... That was, in itself, to be the final realisation!

I was .. and was not .. myself!

One Is All ...
The evening was quiet and still... Filled with love .. filled with compassion.

How can love exist in a world so far from its own fragile beauty?

There must be a reason why love is hidden from itself...

One is all...

I saw myself messing around with some small electronic component .. placed on a desk. Opening the electronic device with a thin metal driver. That was the past .. and yet .. I was fascinated with the intricate manual dexterity of opening the device and repairing the primitive electronics. At one point I forgot who I was... At one point I felt I was myself in the past .. as I experienced love .. as I understood a fundamental universal truth!

We are who we are across time and space: past, present and future.

Tears filled my eyes .. the eyes of the future. I was one with my own past.

In the future .. we are not superior .. we are one.

I will never forget those fragile moments of my own past .. where I connected to myself across space and time. Seeing that the heart exists beyond space and time... Understanding that the soul knows nothing of linear time.

As I watched myself open the electronic device, I watched myself open a fragile love .. a love for myself and a love for the Earth. Technology is a living part of human existence and human experience...

The soul is a time traveller.

Look! A New Soul Is Born!

It was a warm moonless night and the dark sky was filled with stars, rich in awareness...

A few of us climbed high onto the ridge. The air was still and eerily silent. Small animals rustled unseen between the rocks, scurrying under scraggy bushes and the branches of mountain plants and herbs.

I stumbled...

Someone reached down and a hand steadily pulled me up.

I could not see well in the dark, as we used no lights.

I could see the dark surrounding shadow of land; but I could not see what was under my feet. "Feel your way up!" Someone ahead said... "Use your senses! Don't stumble around!"

Our guides had done this many times .. they were skilled in practice.

I tried to feel the way ahead. As I fell over a small hard root .. a firm hand caught me!

We were all friends sharing the same adventure .. some of us more aware than others. Each one of us had fine tuned our own skills through applying our own passions. Still .. I wanted to learn how to walk in the dark, even if it was not one of my current skills.

The year was 2113 .. we were advanced enough to use high frequency night vision; but we had decided to use our bodies and do things the old way. The way of the guides.

Skilled travellers, navigators and guides lived on the periphery of our hi-tech advanced society. We tolerated this deviation .. even encouraged it .. as a deep connection to the past and to the humans we were.

Then, one day the guides offered to teach some of us their ways.

Perhaps, teach is the wrong word .. they decided to share with us.

Do not imagine the guides were low tech communities. As we were to find out .. they were using higher level technologies than our advanced Earth society knew at that time.

It took me years to understand and to join them...

Dark Starry Night
We climbed to the high ridge, in the dark, at the advice of our guides .. and they were right! The climb up to the ridge demanded the extension of our natural senses. I felt my eyes and heart changing, as we reached the highest point of the flat plateau.

For the first time in my life my senses were active .. I felt alive .. this is the most important aspect the natural guides wished to share with us. I climbed up the last part of the small incline on my own and lay back against a mound of earth to look up at the night sky.

"Don't you remember?" someone close to me asked.

One of the guides pointed to the Polar star. Look!

We would all stay there until sunrise...

Sometimes I would fall asleep .. and dream of stars.

High Up On The Ridge
Up on the ridge, I was in my element. I lay back watching and studying the stars. I felt that I could lie there and watch the stars for eternity. This experience was so different from the advanced deep-sky observatory we used. High mind, low tech! I had to laugh! It was so funny!

I watched the night sky and strange things began to happen...

How many times had I looked up at these skies? In other lives? I did not know at the time that this meeting with our guides was an adaptation process created by the ancient society of elders.

As we observed the stars, we were being observed.

Spectacular, beautiful shooting stars broke through the infinite silence of space. I lost and gained consciousness throughout the night. Sometimes for only a few minutes and sometimes for longer. I did not know the difference between short and long .. all seemed part of the same consciousness awake or asleep.

Brilliant shooting stars shot across the deep night sky...

"Look! A new soul is born!" said one of the guides close to me.

A new soul is born?

"Don't you remember?" he asked.

"No!" I said .. disturbed by his intrusion into my thoughts.

Don't you remember?

Our science had advanced so much since 2013 .. but our shared human awareness was way beyond any technological advancements in science. Don't you remember... I paused as he asked me the question.

That was a long way back .. so far .. so near...

It was 2013 and I was sitting in an apartment typing on an old style computer. Yet! My mind then was as sharp as it is today. My passion was as deep as it is today. What was I typing on that old style computer?

... Meteor Showers Invisible Dark Fields.

How could I have known then, that watery deep dark fields ejaculate meteor showers into the Earth? Was I more advanced then than I am now? Surely not! But .. how could I have known .. so long ago?

"The post still exists," he said, "you can research it!" and he smiled.

I slowly turned to look at one of the mysterious guides .. his face was hidden under the shadow of a hood. He lay back to look up at the night sky. A bright fast shooting star crossed the night sky.

"Look," he said, "another soul is born!"

By 2113, it was accepted that deep space, Galaxies, Solar Systems and Suns contained water. In fact, they were created from water .. the cosmic waters beyond space-time.

I lay back looking at the stars, remembering the distant past.

I will research this, when I return to the observatory. But .. some part of me did not need to research .. and this is why the guidance and their guides were so interested in me.

"Did you see it!" he said.

I lay back peacefully and looked up at the dark sky, the stars and the Milky Way... That was my initiation into the 2113 Guidance beyond time and space...

Look! A new soul is born!

Sacred Mountain

"Sacred mountain...
All of the Earth is sacred!"

I was born! Inside sacred mountains!

All of the mountains are pure! I remember!

Sacred mountains! Nature! Purity! Truth!

My ancestors came from the mountains .. lived in the pure mountains. Inside my blood .. inside my heart .. inside my DNA. All I know is the purity of the mountains. Both harsh and beautiful .. the mountains are my life.

Many lifetimes .. lifetime after lifetime .. there are mountains inside my DNA. Pure, tranquile, dangerous and enlightening. They are absorbed into my being and I am absorbed into them.

Sacred mountain!

Then! One time being born .. there are no real mountains!

Where am I?

Who am I .. without their presence?

Still .. I had a family who drove to the mountains .. very far away. We drove and drove... To arrive!

I felt sick inside the city .. I felt healthy in the mountains! It only took a few hours to feel enlightened .. to know/feel who I am. In the mountains, days turned to weeks and long term enlightenment.

Perhaps, for a Time^Traveller, ability and balance comes from inner cohesion through developing outer empathy and understanding of inner and outer nature.

Did the mountains test me?

I wanted to stay only there .. deep in Nature .. close to my own being .. close to the source .. close to home. I focused on the mountains .. planned my future .. planned my escape from base human society. I would only live in the mountains! Be alone!

But! That was not to be!

Then came the dreaded day .. the day I did not foresee...

I returned to the mountains to ask for "guidance".

In a way I was arrogant .. confident .. the mountains were part of me .. part of my future! They would talk with me .. teach me .. show me the way and protect me. I was part of them and they were part of me.

The mountains were my future...

When you ask for Guidance .. be sure of your inner direction.

I admit! I was arrogant! Sure of myself!

I would live in the mountains .. I was ready!

When the mountains told me the path .. the way .. I cried.

The mountains did not show me many paths .. they showed me one path.

They did not show me alternatives .. they showed me "what is".

Hey! Little human! Time to grow up!

Whaat ?? !!

You have got to be kidding !!

Sacred mountain in my heart ... ??

Yeh! That was the way it was ,,,

I was headed back to the mountains in the same time they were headed to me. We met somewhere in the middle. I was part of them and they were part of me. The mountains kicked me out when I was ready!

Humans are part of Nature and Nature is part of humans!

We learn to serve rather than to dominate.

Sacred mountain teaches Time^Travellers over millions of years.

How to live, The Way of the Tao.

The Dimensions

In this way, all dimensions from the first dimension to the thirteenth dimension .. and beyond .. could communicate.

Master .. teach me!

"Draw me a multi-dimensional face!" said the Master.

I drew the face...

"Did you do the research on the dimensions?" asked the one dimensional face.

"Yes! I did the research..."

"So, what did you find?"

"They don't understand." I replied.

"Are you a scientists? A mathematician?" asked the one dimensional face.

"No! I am not a scientist. I am not a mathematician." I said.

"So, how can you begin to understand what I teach?" asked the Master.

"I mean .. who are you .. little human?"

"I am an Artist." I said.

There was a long silence.

The one dimensional face looked at me without moving.

"You are an Artist!" said the Master.

Is this the drawing of the dimensions I asked you to do?"

"Yes!!" I answered, sheepishly.

BAM !!!

"What did you just do to my drawing ???" I screamed.

"Yes! I see you are an Artist," said the Master. "I simply made a shift in the perceived dimensions."

"Color .. light .. and form are all part of the same dynamic. In this way, your three dimensional form can express conscious awareness through the first, the second and the third dimensions."

"The beauty of the dimensions is that they cannot be separated .. split or divided." said the one dimensional face.

"The first dimension .. is part of the second dimension .. is part of the third dimension .. is part of the fourth dimension..." said the Master.

I looked back at the two drawings. They are both the same .. but different. Color and form are not superior to frequency .. but they harmonize within an infinitely balanced whole. The key is balance!

"Is balance .. understanding?" I asked.

"Exchange..." said the Master, "balance is the art of exchange."

The Artist

"You think you are so clever! Don't you!"

"Duh! Who said that?" I turned to look away from the computer.

"...So superior!"

Oh! Man! Now I am hearing things! I looked around the room.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! .. You idiot!"

I am sitting here, peacefully studying on the computer .. focused on my screen .. and suddenly, I am hearing strange voices from nowhere... Coming out of the Aether...

"Voices from nowhere! Ha haha ha ha .. "

"Open your mind !!"

I slowly turned my head to the face at the window. How did that face get there? Am I dreaming ??

"How did I get here?" the face replied, "how did you get here, you mean."

Leaning against the rooted ginger plant, under the leaves of the potted sweet chestnut was a singular face. A one dimensional drawing on paper.

"How did you get into my apartment?" I asked.

How stupid of me, I felt like a fool talking to a one dimensional drawing on paper. I really must be dreaming .. but when will I waken up?

"Ha .. ha .. haha! So, I am a one dimensional drawing!"

"How did you get into my apartment?"

"The same way you got in," said the face.

The Three Dimensional Human
I leaned back against my chair and looked more carefully at the face. Fragile lines .. static and unmoving .. and yet they were not so static. Something in them was moving .. unseen .. undirected .. called Art.

"Who drew you?" I asked, "who is the Artist?"

"The same who created you," said the face.

"But! I am human... " I said.

There was silence.

In that moment .. it was as though all the dimensions came together as one. My mind drifted to another time and space. I recalled a strange dream . . . so long ago. A dream I never really understood.

In the dream I was a one dimensional form moving with all other life forms on a living canvas of creation. Color was life and life was color. Movement was color. There was no form and yet we were primary forms. We were the building blocks of life.

I looked at the face and I saw myself.

"Who created us?" I asked, "who is the Artist?"

The lines of the face merged with the paper as the colors merged with my mind. The green chestnut leaves merged with the tall ginger stalks as the light entered the window.

The glass of the window merged with the grey clouds as the light bled through all things. Into my mind. Through the paper. Onto the glass. Structuring the leaves. Giving form to life.

The signature of the Artist was in the structure and color of the leaves .. was inscribed inside my heart. The signature was evident in the colors. In the light. Within the form and within the formless.

The three dimensions of my human form were designed using the first and second dimensions. The fourth dimension was designed using the first, the second and the third dimensions.

In this way, all dimensions from the first dimension to the thirteenth dimension .. and beyond .. could communicate.

A Three Dimensional Symbol

Hands thrust deep in my trouser pockets .. I walk into town.

The sky overhead is a bleak, depressing and oppressive grey. My jacket is too light for this uncomfortable, water-filled, icy cold air. I keep my hands deep in my pockets .. as I walk...

I tried to imagine how the Tibetans had kept warm .. over thousands of years .. in those high [but cold] mountain sanctuaries. I tried to go back in time and remember how one keeps warm in a cold environment.

Instead .. my mind began to wander.

Shoulders hunched, I keep my hands deep in my pockets as my mind wanders off to some other world of three dimensional symbols.

It began with the Mother Board .. I take apart computers [in this life] .. but I see a kind of Zen in all things. The motherboard came to me in that moment.

The motherboard .. built into every human .. mitochondrial DNA called Eve. Scientists say they can trace the mother, but not the father of each dynamic string of humans. What do they mean they cannot trace the father? Not much has changed in a billion years...

If there is a motherboard, there has to be a fatherboard. Both have to exist inside the human being. I did not notice the biting cold air as I reasoned the enigmatic existence of the fatherboard.

This makes no sense, I thought!

Where there is a mother there has to be a father. Chicken or the egg .. which came first? The mother cannot exist without the father and the father cannot exist without the mother. Still science says that the father is hard to identify.

The child cannot exist without father and mother . . . but the mother also cannot exist without the father and the father cannot exist without the mother. The fatherboard and the motherboard are equally necessary for the human computer to run.

Perhaps men have a more dominant fatherboard while women have a more dominant motherboard? But, it may not always work out like that... Both forces have to work in harmony inside the human being or balance is lost. Yin and Yang .. the Tao.

A Three Dimensional Symbol
I no longer notice the cold .. my shoulders are relaxed as I gaze down at the path ahead. Step by step, I look .. but, I do not see the outer path. All I see is the inner path.

Fatherboard and motherboard are balanced in harmony inside me.

I am a three dimensional symbol painted onto the canvas of life. The male and female force work in harmony to keep me healthy and alive. The brush draws ink onto paper...

It is said that when the sage of Calligraphy .. Wang Xizhi's brush touched paper .. his student's became enlightened.

The form ... paper, brush and ink .. create a one dimensional symbol. While, the Master's brush creates a two dimensional form on paper. I keep walking .. not noticing my hands.

I look ahead, without seeing.

I keep walking, as the path shows me I am a three dimensional symbol.

Who then .. is the artist?

Soft Muscle Hard Bones

"Each part of your body
should be connected to every other part."

- Zhang San Feng

I was an Apache warrior before 'The Reservations' ...

My Apache fierceness was connected to my devotion, which was connected to my skill as a warrior and as a human being. The Elders trained my body as the Great Spirit trained my mind.

We knew when to face and we knew when to run .. we knew when to hide and we knew when to attack. We knew where to hide and we knew how to confront. We knew when to kill and we knew how to die.

My devotion to the Great Spirit guided me in all things.

Killing our enemy was the same as killing the Great Spirit. We never took killing lightly. It never came easy to us. Killing an enemy was like soft muscle and hard bones. The bones and the muscles are interdependent .. the Apache knew this.

I lived 43 Suns before the white man came.

The white man was hard muscle and soft bones .. the opposite of all that the Great Spirit taught us. The white man was afraid, and that made his bones soft. The white man liked to kill, and that made his muscles hard.

It was an insult to the Creator to fight with hard muscles and soft bones.

My people were moved to reservations .. the rest of us died.

I was not for the reservations. A small number of us could survive in the wilderness .. hard bones guided by soft muscles. That was how we lived until we died.

When I died the Great Spirit laughed... He laughed so much, that I laughed with him. Then I looked back a long long way .. to that place behind me .. that place I had left behind. The place of hard muscle and soft bones.

Connected To Every Other Part
As a male warrior, I was born into a tradition of many teachers who are one. The elders taught us .. the Great Spirit guided us and the Ancestors watched over us.

Our muscles are soft for a reason. Our tendons balance the softness of the muscles and the hardness of the bones. Our bones are hard for a reason. That was the way it once was.

Along the trail a young coyote had died.

First his organs melted with his blood. Then his muscles began to dry up with his brain. Then his fur and his tendons dried like straw in the hot Sun .. and last of all his white bones lay upon the path ahead.

The white man fears the bones most of all .. their sign for death.

The white man kills out of fear, where the Apache killed out of need.

I looked back down the trail to where the Great Spirit was looking and laughing. People without bones worshiping the soft flesh. The Great Spirit was laughing so hard, that I also began to laugh.

The Apache built their foundation on hard bones .. moving with soft muscles .. tempered with tendons .. fed with organs .. nourished with blood. The waters of the Earth moved freely within us.

My skull lay unseen under the tall red walls of some dusty canyon, until the winter river swell carried it away. No different than my brother, the coyote, on his way across the path.

We Apache, were the Masters of timing and movement... each part of the body was connected to every other part. Each part of the body was connected to the Universe. But, most important of all .. each part of the body was connected to the Creator .. the Great Spirit that moves in all things.

Soft muscle .. hard bones...

Our Signature ...

I was born in the Highlands of Scotland .. in 2011 BC .. but I remember my life in Japan, in 1333 AD .. or was it earlier?

Time^Travellers cross the dimensions beyond time!

"Master, please guide me!"
"I thank you from my heart .. please guide me!"

All my life .. I was fiercely independent.

Lifetime after lifetime .. I was fiercely independent. The Masters seemed to approve .. they left me alone .. guiding me though their silent Zen Awareness.

With crystal vision .. we travelled effortlessly through time and space. We Time^Travellers were the dolphins of the cosmic seas and oceans. The deep waters of consciousness are our pathways.

"Master, please guide me!"
"I thank you from my heart .. please guide me!"

We Time^Travellers never asked for guidance, and yet we were guided.

Our Signature ...
Deep in the darkest part of the night was light... There was light in the darkness and there was darkness in the light. How can this be?
The Master smiled...

As an Independent Time^Traveler I never asked for Guidance!.

"Master, please guide me!"
"I thank you from my heart .. please guide me!"

Our signature was "The Source".

Navigation relies on guidance .. guidance is navigation.

Within light is darkness .. and within darkness is light.

"Master, please guide me!"
"I thank you from my heart .. please guide me!"

Our signature was the source.
Individual consciousness is the key.

"Master, please guide me!"
"I thank you from my heart .. please guide me!"

You Are ... My Power!

The symbol INCUNABULA was chosen for our company for its shape-cocoon; egg-like, gourd-like — the shape of Chaos according to Chaung Tzu. Cradle: beginnings. Sleep: dreams. Silken white sheets of birth and death; books, white pages, the cemetery of ideas.

- Ong's Hat: The Beginning, Joseph Matheny

"It's been a long time... "

Well! Who is to say how long it has been since the death of ideas? Who can calculate the distance? Time^Travellers never really notice the quantum blips and loss of cohesion between civilisations.

"As I was saying ... It's been a long time."

Incarnate Earth humans always tended to dramatise the scope and depth of interstellar shifts in consciousness. Each shift was experienced as though the traveller has consumed an excess of magic mushrooms .. out of the fertile egg body and into the spores. Earth humans behaved as though they were drifting eternally as Cosmic spores through infinite time and space.

The Galactic Federation turned a blind eye to the drifting, and yet important shifts, made by temporal humans across the time-set of space and time. They ignored us because our unique dimensions added to the creativity of the Universe.

You Are ... My Power!
The small white eggs mysteriously appeared from the woodland soil under the conifer trees, the Hindu Kush, sometimes growing under the silver birch trees and sometimes under the giant beech trees.

Brought to Earth from other Star systems, these strange red disk like domes would open their canopies and seed the fertile soil with active compounds. Did the tree roots extract their fertile enlightenment from the spores of Amanita Muscaria?

"Yes! Perhaps it has been a long time... " I replied.

They were enigmatic .. mysterious .. part of us .. difficult to identify. Mostly cloaked in long grey-silver robes, these guardians of eternity appeared sympathetic to genuine human travels within the space-time continuum.

Our ancestors looked back at us across the fabric of space. They watched us with keen eyes .. like watching the bright flash of a trout reflecting rainbow bands of sunlight from deep within a mountain stream.

"It has been a long time... "

You are .. my power! Who among us know that today? The rainbow trout flashing its power carried by the mountain stream .. free to move .. fast .. alive .. aware. Who among us know this truth today?

A Time^Traveller has to be aware of this truth.

Ordinary humans can ignore this Universal truth - but a Time^Traveller cannot ignore: You are .. my power! As we swim across the eternal cosmic streams that carry and create life.

From the deep body of leaves on the forest floor a small gathering of white eggs pushed their way towards the filtered light. Invited to participate in the harmonics created by the trees.

Giant beech trees listened to the wisdom of the spores .. their roots drew in the interstellar particles of magic. The trees shared their enlightenment with the rest of the forest as passing deer ate the open mushrooms .. You Are ... My Power!

The rainbow trout carried by the stream .. the giant conifers, silver birch and beech trees carried by the energy of the spores .. our time shifts carried by cosmic streams connecting all time and space.

... The human race slowly spawned back to their origins, over tens of thousands of years, as the brightly coloured wings of the dragonfly sent reflecting shafts of light back out into space.

As we Time^Travellers .. swam the infinite currents...

"It has been a long time... Hasn't it!" I said.

Illusions of Pain

I was one of the best...

Silence... Sunrise was one hour away. The deep dark star filled sky began to turn a characteristic purple. From the sandy ridge we could see everything that moved on the plains and in the valley below.

Everyone else was asleep. I was on watch alone.

I loved to sit and watch the white-blue Sun appear over the low horizon. It was the quietest moment on this Planet. Nothing moved. I think even the mountains were listening to the giant star as it slowly appeared close to the horizon.

Nothing in sight...

This was a second rate desert planet rotating around a second rate star; but the rebels were causing the early Interplanetary Empire of Sirius A a major headache and so Interstellar war had broken out. We were part of an advanced team sent down to the surface to locate and contain the rebels within a severely restricted zone. No matter how many we killed, it did not seem to stop them.

I put the heat sensitive viewer on top of my pack and began to kick the legs of the others behind me to waken them up. We were trained not to eat the local animals on other-world missions for fear of contamination. We caught and cooked anyway to help spare our pack rations.

"Come on, get up you guys and heat me some food. I'm hungry."

The white-blue Sun rose above the horizon as I pulled the helmet shield down over my face. Our body armor was seventy percent invulnerable to the rebels weapons. We were pretty much invincible. The rebels, in their woven cloth, had no defense against our photon pulse ejector blasters. All they could do was hide and attack using weapons banned under the Federation Treaties.

"Come on! You guys! Get me some food... " The lazy bastards!

I turned back to the approaching daylight. Now things will start to move. Now we can get going and do what we came here to do. Get some of those desert rats, before we have to return to the orbiting command station.

One of the guys prepared and heated some dark grounds in sterilized water and handed me the hot black liquid. I took the drink from him and turned away. I never said thank you. The guys knew me well. No one cared. They just accepted me as I am.

Now there was talk of the Space Planetary Federation negotiating an end to all fighting on this scrappy dried up world. I hope they don't agree... We have to take these bastards out and finish them off once and for all. Well, by the next sunrise we will be out of here and back to the orbiting station. One month active rotation is the maximum each team receives before being replaced.

I picked up movement below. "We've got them... Look!"

This was going to be easy. They were way out in the open and close enough for us to get down there and finish them off. With our active cloaking device it would only take an hour to surround them and finish the job.

None of the guy's ever talked about it .. but I knew they felt the same as I did. The pleasure of firing fast and furious rounds of photon bursts into an enemy camp. The fast and rapid external fire... Maybe that is why we guys got such primitive pleasure from something so devastating.

Only, later .. came the pain. We never thought much about that .. the pain!

Down and around we silently came. It was a small group of rebels carrying supplies from one network to the other. Maybe they had heard of the Federation Truce ahead of us. They were totally at ease, talking, laughing and no one was paying any attention.

Just as we surrounded them the call came in through our headgear: Truce! Ceasefire!

I was frozen solid... The rush of pleasure had surged into my hands as I lay ready to finish them off. The other guys in my team backed off as I opened fire, killing everyone. They did not know what hit them.

That was all I knew... Then came the pain.

It was dark... At first I was falling .. falling so fast .. falling faster than a shooting star. My own team had killed me, after I destroyed the rebels. They had tried to stop me. But I knew nothing of that. All I knew was the sudden rush of pleasure and then the devastating pain. Why do I hurt so much?

Was there someone at my side? I could not see anything - only feel.

Far below me was a blue Planet. A tiny marble of rich blue in a dark Universe. The Planet was shooting up towards me .. or was I shooting down to it? Tiny and then gigantic. Dark and then light. I screamed as the woman picked me up from the rough blankets.

A new Ruler had taken power on the Tibetan Plateau. It was the time of the Reign of Songtsän Gampo. By the age of six my parents had been killed by rogue elements within the Kingdom. Villagers took me to the Temple. All I remember screaming was hate: I have to kill them... I have to kill...

... There was so much pain.

I remembered nothing of the rebel wars in this human body. All I knew were recurring nightmares. A power, an energy surged through me and then I collapsed in pain. Everything went dark and I always woke up covered in sweat.

I stayed in the Temple and studied the teachings of Lord Buddha. I had nowhere else to go. I had nothing else to do. I admitted to no one that the fear of those dark dreams kept me at the Temple .. praying .. and studying.

The Monks brought me my food. I never said thank you. No one seemed to mind. They accepted me as I am. No one seemed to mind...

At 22 Earth years I was sent higher into the Himalayas, to the Cave Temples, to study with the Ascended Masters. Despite my dark dreams I was showing signs of rapid understanding and silent compassion. I did not need to say thank you. The other students grew to love and respect me. I always carried out the hardest tasks, carrying heavy loads, lifting the heavy burdens from my fellow man.

They appeared sad to see me go .. but no one spoke of their feelings.

I climbed to the highest plateau and dutifully carried out my tasks until I was 36 Earth years. Nothing much was asked of me. I simply carried out the heaviest tasks and helped my brothers and sisters where I could. Then one day...

One day I had to carry sacks of lentils and rice to the higher Sanctuary of Master Gautama. The path was so steep and harsh that the small donkeys could not make their way up. I began carrying each sack and then return for the others. One by one I took them up there without seeing Master Gautama.

When I had finished carrying, my teachers asked me to return and stay at the Eternal Cave until Master Gautama appeared. I had never met him... No one in our Temple had met him. He was as mysterious as the mountains themselves.

I bowed to my teachers, said thank you and I left for the upper cave.

Illusions of Pain
"We forgive nothing .. if we do not forgive ourselves."

I patiently waited for weeks at the upper cave far above the plateau. At first I did not eat any of the food I had carried there. How could I eat! The food I carried was for the Master! I simply waited.

The cave itself had a strange effect on me. When the dark dreams returned, I began to eat some of the food, cooking with water from the stream and burning small amounts of dried yak dung stored at the back of the Masters cave. The dark dreams were exhausting me. I would apologize to Master Gautama and would bring him more food.

Weeks and then months passed... I felt abandoned and alone. My friends .. the only family I had .. were far below and out of my reach. I had to stay here and follow the instructions of my teachers, even though the cave had an unsettling effect on me. I never like to be there and would go for long walks, exploring the surrounding area.

In the deepest darkest part of the night the darkest dreams surface. Demons seemed to haunt this cave. The walls echoed with the vibrations of my sweat and my pain. But, before the pain .. there was always a moment of pleasure .. a rush of energy and then the fall.

I sat up! Crawled to the entrance. Looked out at the stars. The sweat turned cold on my body and I returned for a blanket. I sat alone at the entrance in quiet meditation. I would no longer sleep in the cave. I would sit here until Master Gautama returned.

The energy of the cave badly effected my states of mind. I would sit here at the entrance until the Master appeared. Keep out of the darkness. Maintain peace of mind.

"The brightest light shines in the darkest corner."

"The Earth is a school," they said, "waken up!"

Someone kicked me... I jumped awake. The shadow hovering in front of me was so dark, so dense, so depressive. I broke out in a sweat. Is this the Master? The shadow floated closer at the entrance of the cave. How had I fallen asleep?

It was fear. My body was shaking. Pure primordial fear. I cowered down against the floor of the cave, terrified. The shadow was not a quick surge of pleasure washing over me .. nor the energy of pain. It was fear...

"Waken up! See it! Face it! Do not run away! Lifetime after lifetime!"

I pulled myself up and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and calmed myself down. The cloud of fear drew closer. I sat still, observing the fear, observing myself. Seeing is its own action...

From somewhere deep inside I transcended the dark cloud of fear and from my heart a powerful compassion sent rays of light into the darkest corners. The fear was so old, it did not belong to the Earth .. it was much older. Alone. Frightened. Seeking any kind of human warmth. Seeking freedom and yet fearing that ending .. that death .. and so it held on.

Humans did not create fear .. they inherited fear from us. Yes, I remember how we helped create and feed this twisted and lonely distortion we call fear. My world was long gone. That warlike civilization was long dead. We created the pathetic entity of fear that now haunts this world. Carelessly exported through our genes.

How long is it since I have cried?

The last time salt tears stung beneath my eyes was my parents death. Since then I had taught myself not to allow those inner tides to disturb my existence. Only, this time the tears were not those of self pity .. but were the self realizing tears of compassion. I did not drive the shadow of fear away with my own petty reaction. I felt compassion for this formless creature - a twisted psychic root of our own minds.

What happened next surprised me. The dark shadow of fear inverted and collapsed in on itself forming a large energy Torus. The illusion of its own deep loneliness was gone. Fear was free... The rotating energy Torus merged and became part of the surrounding background of the Universe. My mind was strangely peaceful, at rest.

Salty tears still stung under the lids of my closed eyes, but they were not tears of sorrow .. they were tears of joy. My mind was still. My energy had returned. My heart was at peace. The first rays of the morning Sun appeared far below the peaks of the worlds highest mountains.

The presence of Buddha appeared in the sky before me. I opened my eyes. He was there. He was real. All around the Buddha were many other small Buddhas, all in an eternal state of deep meditation. Elusive and strangely beautiful blue disk shaped lights hovered above the seated figures.

Without compassion, we separate ourselves from our own true nature .. lifetime after lifetime.

I lived in the cave for many months, leaving the stored food for a brother who would follow. After the last of the Spring snow had melted I returned to my teachers on the Eastern plateau.

They greeted me... Brother Gautama has returned. Buddha bless us.