Wisdom Mind

Dear Mischief Maker, 

How is your wisdom mind? What is your motivation? Intention is limitation. 

Every day is a gift day. In Hanoi dreaming of Northwest Mountains I project a film of elevations, exploring, climbing steep rocky slippery trails in fog, mist, sunshine and smiles. Clean. Integrity. Authenticity. Everything is light energy. Ritual. No fear or expectations. Frequencies. Vibrations. 

I’m traveling to meet hill tribes in Sapa. A wonderful adventure to learn, share and create.

Ethnologists classify the Montagnard tribes into three main groups:

             ▪           Tay - Tay-Thai language group

            ▪           Hmong  - Hmong-Dzao group; their language resembles Mandarin 

            ▪           Dzao - Mong Dzao language group. 

These three groups splinter into complex sub-groupings.

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I begin at the beginning, said Zeynep. The hand is directly connected to the heart. Eye & hand & heart. Two won’t do. 

Computers are useless they only give you answers, said Picasso. 

It felt great to put on the pack, walk through narrow lanes, get to the street and station early. Weight steps remember terrain in China, Turkey, Indonesia, Hanoi, Hue, Hoi An, now destined for Sapa, mountains, trails, rocks, water and good dirt leaving footprints on Earth's surface. It’s a walking meditation. Rapturous joy meets synthesis of love.

The Hanoi train station has a Free W.C. House, yes, a free W.C. with Wi-Fi, electronic crap-a-rama go with the flow. Download into the hole. Delete from system, get some green tea and walk to platform #7 between trains and a sleeping berth in a room for four. 

Riding the rails, this rhythm. Comfortable in mid-week without humanity’s crush. 

 Mr. Metaphor by Devina

Dear lover of numbers, mathematics and logical contradictions.

Life is an absurd paradox, said Devina and we are a metaphor. How’s it feel to be a breathing sensing metaphor, contemplating perception and sensation, seeing others overwhelmed by the stimuli of sensation and perceptual data flow? Impressions flow like water. Quiet the monkey mind. Open Pandora’s (all gifts) box.

Look around, said Rita. You’ll see many insane neurotic humans suffering perceptual overload. Their hardwired receivers are overloaded with INCOMING low quality data from phones. Entertainment loves Attention Deficit Disorder. Short attention span? No problem. 

Write short, fast and deadly. 

Omar witnessed this reality in Morocco after 9/11. It’s scary living with pure fear and distractions. Zombies and automatons are willing slaves to their perceived hell on earth. Volunteered slavery loves a monkey mind ego with perpetual distractions. It’s all they know this life of distractions. 

Zap from stimulus to stimulus. They are engaged by a fleeting stimulus. Dopamine fix. A blind eyeball uses up 85% of their daily energy. No wonder they’re tired being hard-wired to this genetic addiction, a flow of stimulus, grasping nothing. It’s a pervasive learned behavior.

I’m having coffee yesterday with Ang in Hanoi. Don’t fuck with a beautiful black belt. She looks demure and can kill you with one fatal gesture. We hadn’t seen each other for six weeks. She kept pulling her phone out of her pocket. Reading the screen. Texting someone. 

I didn’t say a word. I stopped talking when she did this. I observed her. She never said, Excuse me. Must be really important. Can you imagine how she may have felt or reacted with the calm way of a Zen ninja killer if, during our brief visit, I said, Excuse me but you are really boring me and it is rude. I need to text someone. I need to use my phone to connect with someone who is not here but I really wish they were because you are boring me. 

Text me baby. Tell me about your situational awareness and sweet distractions. 

Text me your insecurity, loneliness, alienation and BIG plans. 

Text me about wanting to fuck long and hard tonight while our ancestors eat incense in their death dream if you want to get my undivided attention. 

Speaking of distractions, what’s scary is seeing all the crazy Hanoi motorcycle drivers texting while zooming along narrow crowded streets in heavy traffic. Talk about a death wish. Text this - Meditate on the complete cessation of your perception. No sensation.

You disappear into bliss. No time, dualities, boundaries.

It’s not the answers we need to ask but the questions we need to know, said Leo. All this. 

Hanoi sign: 

If you don’t know much about infinity 

you are invited to check into Hilbert’s Hotel 

with its infinite number of rooms. 

It can miraculously accommodate additional guests 

even when it’s completely full.

Book of Amnesia Unabridged 

Addictions

I was the only addict in detox taking notes on a yellow legal pad.

I needed raw unfiltered evidence and truth.

I was addicted to writing, photography and traveling. 

Heroin, smack, booze, pills and love addicts were wolves crying and howling in their self imposed vast wilderness of pain, hatred, agony. Looking for self love in detox, trying to get their lives together. 

Some lived as if they were already dead.

“Before I checked when I was growing tired of it all,” I said.

“I lived with a woman in a disastrous, self destructive relationship. I played the rescuer, a father figure. My victim turned on me. They always do. My writing was empty. I drank to avoid the truth facing the real work. Before coming here, I submitted to therapy.

"If I was going to survive and be healthy, I acknowledged the fact, the hard cold realistic truth that I wasn’t responsible for my mother’s death. I needed to confront this guilt at the heart level, not the head level.

“You have to break down before you break through."

“What happened?” said Tom Vodka.

"I broke down, cried, talking out old fears and self destructive behaviors, old angers and resentments. I realized my integrity, my self-reliance. I accepted more responsibility for my life.”

So it goes.