'What Is More Than Wonderful Is Not Threatened' An Essay by Avatar Adi
Da Samraj:
Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.
Learn to surrender, to exist at Infinity while alive, and fear of death dissolves. Fear of death is fear of the Unknown. Realize the Eternal Unknowability of the Totality of Existence, and fear of death is transcended in the Feeling Beyond Wonder. If Happiness (or Freedom) depends on the Answer to the Question, then there can be no Happiness (or Freedom). The Question cannot be satisfactorily or finally Answered. For one who Abides at Infinity--Happy and Free, at ease with his or her Ultimate (or Divine) Ignorance--the Question and the Answer are equally unnecessary. What began will come to an end. What is More than Wonderful is not threatened. The Process of the Totality of Existence is Transcendental, Inherently Spiritual, and Self- Evidently Divine-and It is Eternal. Only a fraction of the Whole can pass away in any moment, since only a fraction of the Whole appears in any moment. Therefore, the True Divine Heart Itself is Always Already Full of Love and More-than-Wonder. "I" is the body-mind, the fraction of the Whole that is now appearing and will soon disappear. "I" must be surrendered to the True Divine Heart, to the Whole--Which Is Infinity, and Love, and More (and More) than even Wonder knows.
Adi Da Samraj
:copyright: 2000 ASAAdi Da & Adidam
Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.
Learn to surrender, to exist at Infinity while alive, and fear of death dissolves. Fear of death is fear of the Unknown. Realize the Eternal Unknowability of the Totality of Existence, and fear of death is transcended in the Feeling Beyond Wonder. If Happiness (or Freedom) depends on the Answer to the Question, then there can be no Happiness (or Freedom). The Question cannot be satisfactorily or finally Answered. For one who Abides at Infinity--Happy and Free, at ease with his or her Ultimate (or Divine) Ignorance--the Question and the Answer are equally unnecessary. What began will come to an end. What is More than Wonderful is not threatened. The Process of the Totality of Existence is Transcendental, Inherently Spiritual, and Self- Evidently Divine-and It is Eternal. Only a fraction of the Whole can pass away in any moment, since only a fraction of the Whole appears in any moment. Therefore, the True Divine Heart Itself is Always Already Full of Love and More-than-Wonder. "I" is the body-mind, the fraction of the Whole that is now appearing and will soon disappear. "I" must be surrendered to the True Divine Heart, to the Whole--Which Is Infinity, and Love, and More (and More) than even Wonder knows.
Adi Da Samraj
:copyright: 2000 ASAAdi Da & Adidam
Well. There ya go. Now. Does that help?
Yes? No? Maybe…
Ok. So—
You’re on your IMMEDIATE deathbed sweating buckets and shivering uncontrollably, in extreme pain
It feels like Thor’s Hammer is pounding mercilessly upon the right side of your head, behind your right ear, and radiating down the right side of your entire body
Thor, yes. The mighty Thor! That’s correct.
In Norse mythology, Thor (/θɔːr/; from Old Norse: Þórr, ᚦᚢᚱ) is the hammer-wielding god of thunder, lightning, storms, oak trees, strength, the protection of mankind, and also hallowing and fertility. The cognate deity in wider Germanic mythology and paganism was known in Old English as Þunor and in Old High German as Donar (runic þonar ᚦᛟᚾᚨᚱ), stemming from a Common Germanic *Þunraz (meaning “thunder").
Thor wields the mountain-crushing hammer, Mjölnir, wears the belt Megingjörð and the iron gloves Járngreipr, and owns the staff Gríðarvölr. Thor's exploits, including his relentless slaughter of his foes and fierce battles with the monstrous serpent Jörmungandr—and their foretold mutual deaths during the events of Ragnarök—are recorded throughout sources for Norse mythology.
Thor closely resembles other Indo-European deities associated with the thunder: the Celtic Taranis,[54][55] the Baltic Perkūnas, the Slavic Perun,[56] and particularly the Hindu Indra, whose red hair and thunderbolt weapon the vajra are obvious parallels. Scholars have compared Indra's slaying of Vritra with Thor's battle with Jörmungandr.[55] Although in the past it was suggested that Thor was an indigenous sky god or a Viking Age import into Scandinavia, these Indo-European parallels make him generally accepted today as ultimately derived from a Proto-Indo-European deity.[
Thor's marriage with Sif of the golden hair, about which we hear little in the myths, seems to be a memory of the ancient symbol of divine marriage between sky god and earth goddess, when he comes to earth in the thunderstorm and the storm brings the rain which makes the fields fertile. In this way Thor, as well as Odin, may be seen to continue the cult of the sky god which was known in the Bronze Age.[63]
So, the Thunder God, Thor, with his “mountain-crushing” hammer, Mjolnir, has been pounding your brains to mush. On the right side. Behind the right ear. If you put your right hand on your head behind your right ear… that general area encompassed by your hand. Yes. For days, weeks… over a month. A month and a half.
Forty days and forty nights. Yes.
You’ve lost count of Thursdays! Damn it all!
Time has been obliterated, day-and-night ceases to exist.
You’re being pounded mercilessly into the ground. Under the underground. Deeper and deeper unto the deeper land. Where you can hear the relentlessly bludgeoned
molecules, the infinitely compressed, super-heated atoms of primal matter screaming, begging, howling for release
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Ok. Not you. Sorry. Me.
No. Hey! Wait a minute! Not me or you!
Not yet. We haven’t arrived. We’re just warming up.
Roiling the electrons, pre-heating the pot for the tea. Yes. Reality Itself!
Yes. It is Thursday. Thursday, the 31st of May, 2018. The final, final moving day for Lisa and all of her stuff. She, Lisa, my newlywed wife. I’ve mentioned her before. Right? Saint Lisa. Somewhere else in these Confessions
Look it up, damn it! Pictures of our wedding in the fog… at the mouth of the Mad
Lisa and Jasper. The wet, white fuzzy… pink-nosed labradoodle. Yes
Lisa. Both of them forever, until death do us
Lisa has been moving in here, into my father’s house, here… in Mckinleyville, Ca… for the past decade. Today is the last day of the move. Her house on Verwer (also in Mckinleyville) is in escrow. This is the penultimate day. Thor’s Day.
But, what does Mjolnir… and Thor’s battle with Jormungandr… have to do with any of this?!
Nothing. At least I hope nothing. I pray that psychic history isn’t repeating —
I’m getting ahead of the story again. Oh shit. Where is that dragonwell tea?
“Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.”
Who’s afraid of Virgin Infinity? Right…. “the Eternal Unknowability of the Totality of Existence…”
Ah. The above was a little quote I found in my inbox this morning. Thank you, Andrew Jonathan Dorfman, for “our daily bread”… your daily Adi Da offering of images and quotes on Facebook.
Very helpful. Most amusing. Good Old Beloved.
And, what was my first actual physical bodily encounter with Beloved, with Adi Da like…? When I met him alive, “in person” in the doorway (just inside of the double doors which I hung with Jack) to the meditation hall at Walkabout Joy, the Adidam ashram in Trinidad, CA, way back in… 2005?
Since, you asked, my good man, Dan.
To answer this sincere question echoing in the
back cavern of my brain
back cavern of my brain
I guess it was like meeting something
so formidable in mid air. Like a freight
train head-on collision.
so formidable in mid air. Like a freight
train head-on collision.
My forward momentum was
completed.
completed.
I fell to earth.
The death of a life
of self-projected spiritual seeking.
of self-projected spiritual seeking.
It was tragic.
There was no picking up the pieces.
All the king’s mustangs and all the king’s archers—
Couldn’t put Alan together,
Amen.
Amen.
Utterly tragic.
Depressing really.
Left me lost bewildered and
deeply, deeply seemingly never-
endingly sad.
Depressing really.
Left me lost bewildered and
deeply, deeply seemingly never-
endingly sad.
And then he, my last spiritual master,
Adi Da Samraj—
He died.
I got cancer.
Then I died as well.
Adi Da Samraj—
He died.
I got cancer.
Then I died as well.
Saddest part.
We walk together as transparent ghosts
hereupon this tragically wasted beautiful land
of war,
of head nape and heart-crushing
futility trying to reach
a glass hand over
to the weary heart-wounded
hereupon this tragically wasted beautiful land
of war,
of head nape and heart-crushing
futility trying to reach
a glass hand over
to the weary heart-wounded
exiles in space-time.
Thank you for taking my hand,
Dan.
I greatly appreciate your
kindness and respect.
Dan.
I greatly appreciate your
kindness and respect.
And now for that cup of wonderful (if not More than Wonderful) lukewarm tea. Awaiting the arrival of Freya, Frigg… Friday next—
First day of June, Juno
June (Book 6)
The sixth book begins with a prologue in which the goddesses Juno and Juventas (Hebe) dispute over which goddess the month is named after (1–100). Ovid goes on to relate the story of the affair of Carna, the goddess of hinges, and Janus as well as the story of how Proca was defended from murderous owls by Cranae (101–195). The next large narrative is the discussion of iconography and aetiology of the Vestalia, the festival of Vesta. The cosmic identification of Vesta with the earth, the story of Priapus' attempted rape, the origin of the altar of Jupiter Pistoris
The sixth book begins with a prologue in which the goddesses Juno and Juventas (Hebe) dispute over which goddess the month is named after (1–100). Ovid goes on to relate the story of the affair of Carna, the goddess of hinges, and Janus as well as the story of how Proca was defended from murderous owls by Cranae (101–195). The next large narrative is the discussion of iconography and aetiology of the Vestalia, the festival of Vesta. The cosmic identification of Vesta with the earth, the story of Priapus' attempted rape, the origin of the altar of Jupiter Pistoris
(of the bakers) in the Gallic invasion of Rome, and the rescue of the Palladium by Metellus in a fire at the temple are recounted (249–468). A short astronomical notice precedes the long discussion of the Matralia in which Ovid explains the origin of the cult of Mater Matuta who as Ino journeyed to Italy and was made a goddess (473–569). This is followed by the story of the murder of King Servius Tullius, a lover of Mater Matuta. The Lesser Quinquatrus' legend follows about the exile and return of Roman flute players (649–710). The final notable episodes of the poem are the punishment of Aesculapius (733–762) and the praise of Marcia by Clio (797–812).
Death
Zeus killed Asclepius with a thunderbolt because he brought Hippolytus back from the dead and accepted gold for it.[19]
Other stories say that Asclepius was killed because, after bringing people back from the dead, Hades thought that no more dead spirits would come to the underworld. Because of this, he asked his brother Zeus to stop him. This angered Apollo who in turn killed the Cyclopes who made the thunderbolts for Zeus.[20] For this act, Zeus suspended Apollo from the night sky[21] and commanded Apollo to serve Admetus, King of Thessaly for a year. Once the year had passed, Zeus brought Apollo back to Mount Olympus and revived the Cyclopes that made his thunderbolts.[15][22] After Asclepius's death, Zeus placed his body among the stars as the constellation Ophiuchus ("the Serpent Holder").[23]
Some sources[citation needed] also stated that Asclepius was later resurrected as a god by Zeus to prevent any further feuds with Apollo. It was also claimed
Other stories say that Asclepius was killed because, after bringing people back from the dead, Hades thought that no more dead spirits would come to the underworld. Because of this, he asked his brother Zeus to stop him. This angered Apollo who in turn killed the Cyclopes who made the thunderbolts for Zeus.[20] For this act, Zeus suspended Apollo from the night sky[21] and commanded Apollo to serve Admetus, King of Thessaly for a year. Once the year had passed, Zeus brought Apollo back to Mount Olympus and revived the Cyclopes that made his thunderbolts.[15][22] After Asclepius's death, Zeus placed his body among the stars as the constellation Ophiuchus ("the Serpent Holder").[23]
Some sources[citation needed] also stated that Asclepius was later resurrected as a god by Zeus to prevent any further feuds with Apollo. It was also claimed
that Asclepius was instructed by Zeus to never revive the dead without his approval again.
