is a word used to describe a confusedĀ or disorderly mass or collection
a “mess” or a “jumble”
a type of mutton soup
of the Discordians. The Sacred Chao is a symbol used by Discordians to illustrate the interrelatedness of order and disorder. It resembles a Yin-Yang symbol
YOU decide.
Mostly pictures I’ve run across. Some other stuff. Click for big- as per usual.
Click when you want bigger size- some of these are biiig. Click sound thingys where they appear. Click click click. This is just for fun. Obviously.
Abandoned- top > down
Sub Base
In a bay on the northern shores of the Black Sea, the Soviet army maintained an elaborate submarine base throughout much of the Cold War. Now a museum, this abandoned submarine base is in the town of Balaklava, Ukraine. One picture.
Detroit
Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre explored some of Detroitās dying landmarks for their photo series The Ruins of Detroit. As the industrial revolution came to a close and race riots crippled a once bustling city, many buildings throughout Detroit fell into disrepair and eventual abandonment. Three pictures.
Beelitz Hospital
It is rare that a ruin like this should decay so gracefully and without the marks of vandalism. The Beelitz Military Hospital in Berlin is in great condition for a ruin, perhaps for the history it represents. In 1916, a young Lance Corporal Adolph Hitler recuperated here after taking a bullet in the Battle of the Somme during the First World War. One Picture
NYC City Hall Subway Station
Under the busy streets of New York City rests a perfectly preserved monument to that cityās transportation history. The City Hall Subway Station was first constructed over 100 years ago, a part of New Yorkās earliest underground transport network. It was shut down in 1945, where it lay dormant and untouched until a one night public exhibition on the stationās centennial. Two pictures- present and past.
Ryugyung Hotel
The Ryugyung Hotel in Pyongyang, North Korea is one of the 20th centuryās greatest architectural failures. Initially designed as a beacon of progress and power, the Ryugyung Hotel was unable to sustain construction when the North Korean government ran out of money. Ground was broken in 1987, construction was halted in 1992. One picture.
Pripyat
Pripyat, Ukraine. In a span of sixteen years, the population of Pripyat grew from zero to 50,000 and back down to zero, following the greatest nuclear power disaster in human history. Pripyat was billed as an atomic city, built into the forests south of Kiev in 1970 to house the families of workers at the Chernobyl nuclear facility. One picture (but you can gopogle many others).
Waterpark
A massive, indoor water park was planned for the children of Russia, one towering many stories high with a myriad of rides within. Before this park could be completed, the developer went belly up and couldnāt afford its completion. One picture.
Sea Forts
During the Second World War, the British Royal Navy constructed a series of sea forts for an advanced line of defense against inbound air raids and potential sea invasions from the Axis powers. The Maunsell Sea Forts still stand today, abandoned a few meters above the North Sea. One, however, remains inhabited, now a nation of its own referred to as the Principality of Sealand. These sea forts are a favorite of maritime explorers. One picture.
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Akhand ā unfragmented
Mandalakaram ā one infinite whole
vyaptam ā pervades
yena ā by which
characharam ā movable & immovable
Tadpadam ā That state
darshitam ā has shown
yena ā by whom
tasmai ā to that
Shri ā glorious;
Guruve ā guru, teacher
Namah ā my salutations.
My Salutations to that Guru who revealed to me that Truth, which is unfragmented, infinite, timeless divinity, and which pervades the entire universe ā movable or unmovable.
Agyan ā Ignorance
timir ā cataract
andhasya ā blinded
Gyananjan ā medicinal collyrium
Shalakaya ā collyrium stick
Chakshur ā my eyes
oonmilitam ā opened
yena ā by whom
tasmai ā to that
Shri ā glorious
Guruve ā Guru
Namah ā my salutations.
My Salutations to that reverential teacher, who opened my eyes, by applying the divine collyrium of self-knowledge in my eyes, which had got blinded by the cataract of ignorance.
3 Gurur-Brahma Gurur-Vishnu Gurur-Devo Maheshwarah
Guru Eva Para-Brahma
Tasmai Shri Gurave Namah.
Gurur Brahma ā Guru the Creator
Gurur Vishnuā Guru the Sustainer
Devo ā the divine
Maheshwarah ā the Destroyer
Eva – certainly
Para-Brahma ā the transcendental divinity (which is the very basis of all the three)
tasmai ā to that
Shri ā glorious
Guruve ā Guru
Namah ā my salutations
Guru himself is the creator, sustainer and the destroyer. He is verily the very transcendental divinity, (the timeless life-principle, which is the very essence of the creator etc.) My reverential salutations to that glorious teacher.
Here is a bunch of Margiis singing performing Guru Puja after group meditation-
I find it more creeping into my thoughts in these days. Unasked, unbidden; received with gratitude. Expressed with undeniable expansion of the heart.
The pictures posted here are for color, visual candy. In my heart Guru Puja has always been a communication between myself that that which isĀ infinite, beyond form. Not that this is different from however you experience it.
In the end, it is your heart, your inner nature, yourĀ Buddha-hood, your God-self that is the issue, is it not?
Bless you on your journey.
The Mantra which calms all suffering:
(In the heart sutra it says:
Therefore the mantra of transcendent knowledge, the mantra of deep insight, the unsurpassed mantra, the incomparable mantra, the mantra which calms all suffering should be known as truth, for there is no deception.)
In transcendent knowledge the mantra is proclaimed:
GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA
Japanese rendering of the mantra:
GYATEI GYATEI HARA GYATEI HARASO GYATEI BOJI SOWAKA
English rendering of the mantra:
GONE, GONE, GONE BEYOND, COMPLETELY GONE BEYOND,ENLIGHTENMENT, HAIL THE GOER
I can find no Samkrta manuscript of the Heart Sutra-
Happy Father’s Day, all youĀ fathers. May your day be sweet. May youĀ forgiveĀ yourself for all the things, big and small, that cause you shame and suffering. May you be at peace.
In My Life, part 1
Father's Day has always been a little uncomfortable for me
My relationship with fatherhood is complicated. It’s complicated in origin- my dad was a good man plagued by bad demons. He could not be the father he wanted to be. Ā It’s complicated also in it’s fruition of the parenthood experience- I am the parent of a dead girl, a suicide. I can’t claim to have been the father I wanted to be.
My dad struggled. He was deeply guilty, shamed by hisĀ mistakes. For many years I resented him. It took me a long time to see him as a “man”-Ā subjectĀ to error and utterly worthy of absolution. I am so glad I came to understand that before he died. I am so sorry he died so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to really tell him. In the end, I was proud of him for everything he endured and overcame. I pray he is at peace.
My sons would probably disagree with my eligibility to wear the above button. I would have to say that over all, I’ve done a good job; certainly the best I knew how. Still, in my heart, I feel that I have failed deeply in ways that are both vital and obscure.
Maybe we all fail. Maybe none of us can claim honestly
to have passed every test.
But wait! There’s more! In truth I have gained more peace as time moves along. Not just the peace of dimming memory but peace that comes fromĀ perspective. I see the essential rightness of even my worst mistakes. Like I said,
It’s complicated.
Tripler- click for full size, as usual
I was born in Tripler Army Hospital in Honolulu, Hawaii. My father was in the US Navy. He served aboard the class of ships referred to as “Destroyers”. His job, as a Gunner’s Mate and later a Chief Gunner’s Mate, eventually killed him. (He died over 30 years later fromĀ Mesothelioma). My dad was often gone during the first 5 years of my life. He would be “at sea”. That left my mom, bless her heart, to care for the 4 of us kids. She was tired. It was hard. It was probably harder and more tiring because she drank. Drinking enabled her to tune out my incessant crying (“colic”- my dad says I had the 6 month colic for 3 years but that itĀ didn’tĀ affectĀ himĀ much because he “would be at sea”.) My earliestĀ memoriesĀ are of standing in my crib, crying, and no one would come to pick me up or hold me. My oldest memories of my mom are of her seated at our cheap dining room table with a glass and a bottle of wine. Anyway, the thing is (this is the thing), I’ve been wanting to do some storytelling. As a subject, I find my life to have been extraordinarily interesting. This most likely means that it has been remarkably average. Ā As average stories go, it has been chock full of twists, drama and dark humor; all the elements of a reasonably good strory. This is the start.
I just got a call from my oldest son. He lives near San Fransisco. He called to say “Happy Father’s Day”. I really can’t fault myself too much. He is the nicest, best, most gentle man I know. My younger son is also wonderful- smart, funny, creative and caring. They areĀ bothĀ excellent men.
that will open up a whole new world of information
that you never really needed anyway
Very Bad Idea:
Van Gogh Cake:
Medical afflictions-
The following is a short story by the American novelist and short story writer Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941). It was included in The Best American Short Stories of the Century (John Updike-Editor)
“I am in love with my wife,” he said–a superfluous remark, as I had
not questioned his attachment to the woman he had married. We walked
for ten minutes and then he said it again. I turned to look at him. He
began to talk and told me the tale I am now about to set down.
moon soup 