September equinox is the evening or equaling as the seasons change, going from summer to autumn. The Southwest has just had a heat wave on top of a drought with monsoon rains and drastic flooding. When it rains it pours. And when it doesn't, it all dries out.
The Wiccans will soon be dancing. Halloween is on its way. And the dead are stirring. No one really dies, except that this ego is fading constantly, rebuilding, and falling apart until the transition we call "death" seems to take them away, from this dimension to another, from the human to the ghost, heavenly, hellish, or another human realm.
The human plane is very large, much larger than earth, extending into space in all directions.
Rebirth is a crapshoot. Based on
Abhidharma ("
Higher Doctrine" or "
The Dharma Explained in Ultimate Terms")
, whatever "mind moment" or
citta comes up will condition and determine the rebirth plane and circumstances.
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There goes the summer, the craziest summer our society has had in decades! |
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If an entheogen (DMT) could make us see reality |
Every act (karma) left countless impulsions (
javanas) that can serve as the basis for the future. So unless we're very careful and doing something about it right now, we could be in for a world of hurt in any of the lower planes or in a bad way on this plane in the future. It won't all be
devi bliss and enhanced celestial pleasures all the time, like so many of us seem to imagine.
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Hey, Gwen, what's up at Woodstock III? |
Gwendolyn in Berkeley was a hippie who didn't believe in religion, but she did believe in heaven -- at least to the extent to constantly say, "If there is one, that's where I'm going." How did she know, and what did she think was preventing her for destinies elsewhere in the
downward-path (
niraya), the Fall, the hellish
unfortunate destinations (
naraka)? She didn't think that far. She just loved keeping it in the moment and not thinking too much. Aren't many of us like that more than we care to admit? Phish, Grateful Dead, slob rock (lo-fi), and everything is groovy.
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