as I sit in the comforts of my home
I peer through the looking glass and see a man with two shopping carts full of stuff
everything he owns
he sits, head bowed down, defeated and suffering
occasionally coming up for air
he’s cold and shaking
from another night with no home
his mind going round and round
repeating the same story
he is lost in a storm of I don't knows
victimized by his woes
as I sit contemplating this man’s sadness, I see my inner child’s shopping cart full of stuff
a life piled in stacks of memories
she sits, weeping in the back of her mother’s sedan
confused by the presence of a begging man
it’s her first time seeing the truth of a world rooted in suffering
she feels helpless, cold, and starts shaking
awakening her mother to empathy
she learns the less fortunate deserve attention and care
as a buddha is born, a toothless smiling man
blossoms of spontaneity bear fruit when shared
as I place my romantic epiphanies in an envelope stuffed with words and sealed with a kiss for those who laugh at their own ego tricks and trips
I imagine a world of united minds
hearts turned on, forward thinking, and beaming
transcending greed and competing
no anxieties or insecurities, just jaw dropping awakenings
playful giggles, friends, and jungle gyms
scraped knees, hurt feelings, and endless dreams
learned things that no longer serve and unlearned things that truly were
the presence we project, constantly fading
the journey into soul, the only thing lasting
Recommended read: Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl
I long for thee
I long for the strength to go against the resistance building within me.
The conflict between listening to my mind or listening to my heart is on going.
In my society, it is prized to have pride in egoistic achievement.
In my heart, it is prized to have pride in limitless compassion.
As I sit in solitude, butt to the ground and my legs crossed,
spine upright and taut from years of commitment
I can’t help, but allow, the faces of my past and present to visit
like friendly ghost, they come and go
I long for the courage to overcome the coward within me.
The conflict between making excuses or doing is daily.
In my mind, the voices of my community, saying what I can and cannot do.
In my intuition, the voices within me are singing harmonies that counter balance negativity.
As I walk in solitude, connecting with my breath
head raised and smiling in gratitude from years of discipline
I can’t help, but allow, the projections of my past and present anxieties to visit me
like scared ghost, they remain in the dark shadows and do not scare me
I no longer long for the power to transmute the insecurities within me.
The conflict between standing in my Truth or denying has come to an end.
The lion roared and dissolved such misunderstandings.
Now, I long to spread bliss with the light of knowing dharma's existence .
Recommended read: The Lion’s Roar by Chogyam Trungpa
“… the ego consciousness which, acting during the day and dreaming during the night, tossed up and down like a cork floating on the surface of a billowy sea, remains entirely in the dark about the wonders enacted in its mortal mould.”
- Gopi Krishna
Lets open up the discussion of what is to proceed. The serpent energy is known in the East as Kundalini. What you are about to read is written in free verse poetry and explains an experience I had in Iquitos, Peru when I touched hands with a paralyzed woman on her death bed. This woman is my teacher Juan’s mother-in-law, might I add.
At the base of our spine, coiled, dormant and entwined
within all of our genetic coding,
is an evolutionary energy, so old and unknown.
Secret myths of its existence are only discussed amongst the mystics.
It is the root of our being and the source of all creative energy.
This creative force when awakened uses the body’s 7 energy centers to ascend, where it meets our true purpose in life. It’s hiding deep inside our reptilian mind, a tiny little gland endogenously secreting dimethyltryptamine - and BAM!!
Explosions of bright light!
The staff of Hermes held high.
Its big, beautiful wings bursting out the halo of our crown
3rd and 5th eye blown wide open
connecting with higher frequencies
consciousness is merely a grand symphony
of electrical currents
these fuses within our delicate human circuitry
start over loading
as we pass through the 960 petal lotus
the flower of life
portal to our next existence
a bright silvery light
reaching is the hand of Great Spirit
the serpent energy fully released and realized
as the sacred dance that transcends all barriers of the conditioned mind
Shiva and Shakti unite
Why open up the discussion of Kundalini? Why is it important to speak of mystifying ideas of energy? It is important because we need to know our true potential. Kundalini is only a word that we use to describe the great force of creative energy in its awakened state. The truth is that we all possess this creative will, and many of us have stunted our most powerful ally: Our creative mind.
Part III of the Serpent Energy and the Entrepreneur will discuss how to tap into this creative spirit, kundalini, and how to overcome the pitfalls of the conditioned mind that can’t seem to stay focused with all of its thoughts, feelings, and external stimulus.
OM NA MAH SHI VAA YA OM
Release me from bondage, I want to meet lord Shiva and experience the sacred dance.
“I like you. You have one face. Other’s have two faces, but not you. When I look at you, I know I am speaking to one.” - Juan Maldonado
Juan is an enigma. I mentioned his presence in part II of Spirit: The Driver Behind the Wheel. I only spent one day with him, as I met him on the morning of my last day in Iquitos, Peru. I was sitting outside of a cafe, waiting for opening time. It was early morning, before the hustle of the city. The sun hadn’t touched the Amazonian horizon yet, and the air was still, smelling of sweet maple syrup and decomposing garbage. When Juan approached me, he asked in Spanish of what I knew about Dharma. Apparently, Buddhism had made its way into the jungle. When he discovered I was an Americana, he spoke his best English, which was far better than my spoken Spanish. An instantaneous camaraderie developed as we sat together looking into each others mirroring eyes and having a meeting of our two minds.
“I don’t have hair on my tongue!”
Juan tells me with intensity, while he is explaining how he can see when a person has two faces. He was so overjoyed to meet someone with one face, that he took me under his wing and started sharing all the knowledge he knew I desired. I recognized him to be my spiritual friend, the Mahayana Buddhist equivalent to guru, best expressed as: Teacher. My first encounter with a knower of truths, who has the ability to see with clairvoyance and hear with clairaudience. He read my mind, saw me at my core, and left me dumbfounded, infant like, to be re-born.
The serpent energy began uncoiling.
for your presence
for your smile
for your continued support
You fill my world with joy and wonder as you bring in so many different energies, occasionally quite conflicting, mostly incredibly enriching as we discover one another in a vulnerable setting, where we put our nervous vibes out on the line, willing knowing the pain of this piercing is coming, yet you open yourself up and trust, which I am profoundly grateful for. I appreciate your trust in me. I see this connection between our two beings as a sacred place of initiation into the warrior Spirit.
My favorite is when all ego’s are set aside, and we have a meeting of our two minds
This is absolute bliss
a rare connection
of present moment awareness
Our energies align and the magic of Spirit reigns divine, and the flame of authentic expression and personal empowerment continues to burn!
“As irrigators guide water to their fields, as archers aim arrows, as carpenters carve wood, the wise shape their lives.”
What is Dharma?
Can we talk more about the Wheel that is everything?! I want to know joyous bliss and my soul. I want to know Spirit. I want to know the difference between soul and Spirit… is there a difference? How could anyone really know?
Dharma is a sanskrit term that has no better translation than this; it is the law of cosmic order. When finding and following the spiritual path, one finds cosmic order. One tastes the sweet bitter nectar of Dharma. It is sweet when revolving in the higher realms of the Wheel and bitter when one is dragged deep into the depths of the lower realms.
The Wheel is the cycle of life.
The realms are our psychological make up.
We revolve around the Wheel within six different realms.
THE GOD REALM, THE JEALOUS GOD REALM, THE HUMAN REALM, THE ANIMAL REALM, THE HUNGRY GHOST REALM, THE HELL REALM
Identify the realm you are in with a present, sane mind and win a futile victory. It takes discipline to be truly victorious.
The Wheel is an expression of Dharma in action; cosmic order in the here and now. The Wheel can be connected to all experience from our secret thoughts, into action, our voice, and the wheel is then set into motion, karmic debt and residue pervades. Karma in Newtonian physics: With every action there is a reaction. The spiritual path is to become one with this understanding, in order to reduce our suffering and see clearly, so we can find our true purpose.
A Chief Piercing essential read: Awakening from the Daydream by David Nichtern
“Do you know orange Dharma?”
“Yes. I know Dharma.”
These are the first words exchanged between two strangers. One of indigenous decent, a Peruvian man and the other is me, the owner of Chief. We are in Iquitos, Peru; a place in the middle of the Amazon rainforest, full of real deal mysticism. It is a place of dark magic, as well as sacred light work and healing.
I fled there unexpectedly for deep spiritual help. It was two and a half years into running Chief with my grand purpose to create space that would allow my beliefs to become an active place of meditation and allow Spirit to express itself through a multitude of mediums connected to such an establishment.
Well, that purpose came true, and it was killing me. That purpose was also making me. The stresses of owning and operating a business with my big buddhist heart was slowly deteriorating my insides; specifically my gut and heart. Despite this, I was still able to make it with grace, which was opening me to ideas and depths of experience I had only read about.
Now.. this Wheel.
This Wheel of me, you, them, they, he, she, and all sentient beings revolving around all of our cosmic debts created from everyday decisions; blind to the divine, which is that you have a soul and it tells you which way to go. It even holds your hand while it leads you home, which is joyous bliss and goodness for fucks sake!
How do we not know this?! How are we operating? Where are we coming from when we speak? How can we say that we really know anyone else when we fail to know our true self and haven’t the courage to look into our own true depths and motives?
I’ve read about it. That soul connection that seems only for the yogi and the buddhist, the buddhist taoist, the enlightened, but no way could that be for me. No way I’ll be able to touch that truth of understanding. It’s too woo woo, so it just will not do.
Who am I? What led me here?
Who are you?! Why are you here?!
I’m here for piercing and jewelry! Yes, Yes!
I started Chief Piercing three years ago. My purpose for opening Chief was simple:
I needed to create space that allowed my beliefs to become an active place of meditation and that allowed Spirit to express itself through a multitude of mediums connected to such an establishment.
Whoa whoa whoa… slow down! Can you repeat that? How about you re-read that. OK! I re-read it, re-read it, re-read it. You capitalized Spirit? You wrote you needed to create space. Don’t you mean place? What beliefs and mediums are you talking about here? I understood establishment, and I think what you are saying is that Chief is a spiritual place.
Yes! That is it! To be exact and clear: Chief is a place of practice. We practice developing a present mind, developing a strong root, and learning interconnectedness.
What kind of talk is that?! Is it alien? Maybe. It’s Dharma talk, which is kind of alien. It is most certainly esoteric. This post is one of a series that will be exploring the perplexing Spirit of Dharma that has been the driver behind the Wheel.
The Wheel is me, was me, well… now it’s you and them, they, he or she, all beings intermingling like the roots of trees flirting in the dirt, under the streets, sharing and connecting all of our energy, communicating on high and low frequencies, acting like we don’t know the truth of our soul, which sits in joyous bliss, yet we abide by the conditioned mind, frequently lost in the chaos.