The Ojai Post

final photo taken, during their last trip up the mountains, in the foothills
of Jonen, in July of 2009.

Maybe old (sorting?) hat to all the California Gurus ... this subject of
unconsciousness, awakening, evolution, rebirth, Taoist immortality,
perennial shamanist reincarnation.

others have said it -- yet I recall Hiroji Sekiguchi expressing it well and
most recently, that the pinnacle of evolution/refinement is the human being,
indistinguishable from the deity, kami.

We certainly did intend it, though we knew not how to accomplish it, our
'erasing' and 're-materialization'. or perhaps better said, 'un-materialization."

for the preceding two years we had been letting go of most of our 'stuff',
our routines and physical attachments/belongings. in the weeks before
leaving for Nagano-ken I gave away all my gardens and nurseries, in
addition to all my old computers, and associated stuff.

my writing too, my internet presence had dwindled to near-zero from it's
peak at the beginning of the Sixth Day, November 2008, and the un-election
of those gory monsters from Washington DC.

during the weeks in Nagano, sans computer, sans English-language,
my writing and web presence evaporated wholly and completely.

I had taken, when not gardening or visiting our Japanese friends
and relatives, to bicycling to the nearby mountain-shed rivers and
collecting spirit-stones, kami-stones, to return to our garden.

what is consciousness, immortal life -- this great river of endless choices,
hearing, knowing, thinking, deciding, singing, acting? does a Whale or a
turtle have the same choices -- of song to sing/create -- of 'gulfstream' to
choose -- of planet or star to become? (or merely different choices, from
a differing beginning, differing rope/path/helicoid of DNA and experience?)

and though my 'mind' tells me I am becoming, choosing, a star or galaxy,
what if my body has already chosen, is choosing, to become a Kappa, a
river monster? (the price, only 14,000 Yen / yearnings?)

Before that final walk up our evolutionary mountain, Megumi and I spent a
week -- my first -- in nearby Kyoto. a gross jungle of concrete indulgence,
yet surrounded by forested hills, and several interior to the city, with many
many large temples and uncountable small jinjas and shrines.

part of a culmination of a decade's study of the kami herstory of Japan --
completed with the discovery of a Jomon dogu museum in Chino-shi --
in Kyoto, and in Nagano, I spent all my days following HER path, finding
her carven forms on every roadway, on every outing, at the end of every
'scholarly' journey.

what childish-form will we incarnate in, on this new planet devoid of green
and blue, remaining only desert hue? (and when will we escape, rebel,
and sing our new, true-blue song?

What is the collectively, the human hive, of seven billion colours, personas,
diosas embodied? the rainbow serpent of the aboriginal today, reborn?

when will we awaken to, acknowledge, re-incorporate all the songs, all
the hues, of our pasts become 'now? turn on all the monitor's colours,

and return every ONE of the greens,

return those greens ...

[photos by MT, and MT ..]