Mittwoch, 28. Juni 2023

Dionysius 2

Drunken Sex

Fuck.
Don’t care.
Don’t cum. Too drunk. Who cares? It’s ok. We had fun! Both happy. Wish I still smoked cigarettes. Where are his glasses again? Blind motherfucker … Still wanna cum? Na, just wanna fuck. Just for fun.

The worst monk ever

Holding the heavy Buddha candle Falling over dramatically Splashing scented wax all over himself And injuring foot, leg and elbow. It was just a couple of beers And a little fornication. That’s all! Is that why abstinence from fun objects is a thing? Oh but the laughter!

Montag, 26. Juni 2023

Trivers/e/o/um 66

Holy Sunday

Woke up with good intentions
Had church in bed instead

What can I say? He seduced me Resulting in multiple bliss.

Yes, Buddha, I shall suffer again. It’s true, we fucked, And it was all over.

Santo Domingo

Desperté con buenas intenciones Pero mejor fui a misa en cama

¿Qué puedo decir? Él me sedujo Y resultó una múltiple bienaventuranza.

Si, Buddha, se que volveré a sufrir. Es cierto, cogimos Y se manchó todo.

Heiliger Sonntag

Bin mit guten Absichten aufgewacht Ging aber ins Bett statt in die Kirche

Was kann ich sagen? Er hat mich verführt Und es hat zu Mehrfachglück geführt.

Ja, Buddha, leiden werde ich wieder. Es ist wahr, wir haben gefickt Und alles kaputt gemacht.


*It's Half Moon. I’m in the ovulation part of my menstrual cycle. I wonder, will the lust cycle cease when the bleeding ends? Or will lust masculinize (available arbitrarily) as the clitoris continues to grow with age? Desire can be soooooo enjoyable. Why vilify it? And with it vilify the body for experiencing desire? No thanks. Instead, enjoy it while it lasts! Why not? Remember Saint Teresa and her organic surrender to the divine? Surrendering desire in ecstasy. Lust. Hingabe. Giving oneself to the natural bliss the body generates physically, mentally, miraculously. I mean, just look at her face (according to the Italian sculptor Gian Lorenzo Bernini). Now that is one hell of an orgasm. What a Saint!


Freitag, 23. Juni 2023

Filth

Disillusionement with sacred scripture. Will it ever end? What is sacred anyway? I became disillusioned with the Western Bible for all the rubbish and hubris contained within. Idealized another ancient scripture then, only to experience disillusionment again. With the Eastern Yoga Sutras. Brilliantly concise and complete. But, of course, what is written by humans will be as flawed as we are. So what? Take what you like and leave the rest, the saying goes. I confess to yearning for wholeseome and unquestionable answers. But even in a world of sensible answers, questions abound. 

Yoga Sutra II.40: śaucāt svāṅga-jugupsā parairasaṁsargaḥ 

"By purification arises disgust for one's own body and for contact with other bodies." (1) (1985)

The word 'jugupsa' can be translated as censure, dislike, aversion, being on one's guard, abhorrence, disgust. (2) Sva = self; anga = limbs/body; paraih = with others; asamsargah = non-contact/non-intercourse; saucat = by cleanliness/purity. (2002)

The connotations for the human body are negative. I take issue with that. Another interpretation of the Yoga Sutras (3) explains that the spiritual seeker will "From purity," develop "distaste for his own body and [thus have] no intercourse with others"... 

"When by practicing purity and seeing the defects in the body, he becomes disgusted with his own body, he becomes free from obsessions with the body; seeing what the body essentially is, he has no intercourse with others. So seeing, the renunciate finds no purity in the body even after he has washed it with earth and water and other things; how should he engage in intercourse with the absolutely unpurified bodies of others?" (1992)

I wonder, what exactly is the body essentially? And why is it understood to be essentially impure? This rings of a whole lot of unhealthy relationships with onself and others. It appears to contradict the wisdom of Yoga and the Sutras. It also explains the extreme ascetism that can be characteristic of classical yoga and the renunciates who seek social isolation. It also makes me think of the barbaric archaic Christian practices of self-flaggelation. I see no benefit in vieweing the body in a distasteful way. Yes, let's overcome the obsession with the body. But let's do so with compassion and love. I take fascination, study, exploration and admiration any day over distaste. Yes, it exists and all sorts of illnesses, addictions and afflictions (i.e. eating disorders, drugs, botox, plastic surgery etc.) result from experiencing distaste with the human body. Distaste is unwise. On the road to enlightenment/illumination all becomes relative if all is to be transcended in the end. Then, why loathe nature's bodies and their filth? Appreciation and love must not inhibit purity, cleanliness, hygiene, intercourse and procreation. On the contrary, they go hand in hand. The ancient Aztecs even had a Goddess of Filth, Tlazoltéotl ("Filth Deity"), who was a temptress and a purifier, ruling over flesh, feces, and feritility.  Filth is an undeniable aspect of human existence. Must we loathe it?

I.K. Tainmi doesn't seemm to think so (4), as he clarifies in his scientific interpretation of the Yoga Sutras, where Sutra 2.40 is translated as follows:

"From physical purity (arises) disgust for one's own body and disinclination to come in physical contact with others." (1986)

On the one hand Taimni declares: "The physical body is essentially a dirty object as a little knowledge of physiology will convince anyone." Not me. The physical body is essentially beyond dirty and beyond an object as a little knowledge of Sein (To be) will convince anyone, too. If it's but a matter of perspective, why vilify the body? To see it as wonderful and sacred and holy is possible as well. Isn't it? But Tainmi insists: "Physical beauty is proverbially skin deep and beneath this skin there is nothins but a mass of flesh, bones and all kinds of secretions and waste products which arouse disgust in our mind when they come out of the body."

Except, catching the constant shit of my babies also filled me with such joy. They filled me with joy. It's their shit. So what? Both the disgust and the joy of cleaning shit, piss and vomit were temporary anyway. The children grew up and learned to clean their own shit. And that is just a fragment of what having a human body means. It cannot be reduced to being essentially an object, for it enjoys a vast subjective existence (nervous system, intuition etc.) and is frequently the subject itself in a lifetime of movements. Tainmis understanding of the body is in my opinion essentially wrong. 

Distaste for the body leads to an antisocial state of mind. Tainmi explains that "A person who feels disgust for his own body is not likely to feel any attraction towards the bodies of others which are likely to be comparatively less clean. The disinclination to come in physical contact wih others is thus natural." Iyengar's translation turns Sutra 2.40 into a more practical guideline: "Cleanliness of body and mind develops disinterest in contact with others for self-gratification." (2002)

Today at the public pool, as I meditated on filth, I looked onto everybody there with great love. Even though it still felt gross to walk barefooted on moist and mini-muddy mystery wet floor. This did little to my sociability though, my love for humankind. Human nature is inevitably interactive and bodybound. Distaste only leads into the opposite of truly understanding what the human body essentially is. Distaste also threatens to divide what is inescapably unified. Potentially leading to all sorts of ills such as hierarchies, castes and ranks. It's socially divisive on a human scale, nihilistic in the individual. It's counterintuitive as it moves away from nature but not in a good way.

To develop a distaste for the human form on the path to illumination makes little sense to me. What were these ancient sages thinking? Blind to their own contradictions. And I thought they had it all figured out. The body is to be loved. Nature is to be loved. Distaste does occur, but is not wise. The body walks beyond distaste essentially, which is why it cannot be essentially distasteful. Nature nurtures and cleanses with equanimity. Balanced stillness for Prakriti thanks to Purusha? Or is Nature essentially balanced as well?

Even Tainmi believes in a "fundamental law of Love":

"But it should be noted that this does not mean any feeling of repulsion towards others, for that would be positively reprehensible and against the fundamental law of Love. A positive love towards the owner of the vehicle is quite compatible with a lack of desire to come in contact with the vehicle itself when a person has the capacity to distinguish between the two."

Except, remember Jesus of Nazareth?

"Love your neighbour as you love yourSELF." 

Every seeker exists inextricably linked to her body. The law of Love equally applies to one's own body, the one we're in constant contact with while alive.

At the pool I also thought about what thinker I might kiss if I could. Krishnamurti, maybe. Dshuang Dsi, definitely.

And then again, sacred scripture is as flawed as my desire for flawlessness. Thank God for the Dirt Goddess! Pendulum between filth and fertility, between desire and purity.


Tlazoltéotl - Aztec Goddess of Filth



















Tlazoltéotl - Diosa de la Suciedad 1
La perra olfateando donde se embarran la mierda, la orina y otras cosas.

Tlazoltéotl - Goddess of Filth 1
Bitch sniffing where shit, piss and other things are smeared.

Tlazoltéotl - Drecksgöttin 1
Eine Hündin schnüffelt die mit Scheisse, Pisse und anderen Dingen verschmierte Stelle.


(1) Integral Yoga - The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. Translation and Commentary by Sri Swami Satchidananda. 1985. 
(2) Light on the Yoga SUtras of Patanjali. B.K.S. Iyengar. 2002.
(3) Sankara on the Yoga Sutras - A Full Translation of the Newly Discovered Text. Trevor Leggett. Delhi, 1992.
(4) The Science of Yoga. I.K. Taimni. 1986.

Samstag, 3. Juni 2023

Full Moon in Sagittarius

On a holistic awakening of the body.

You (mind, consciousness) are the body. The body is you. If you are spirit divine, then so is your biological body.

I've picked up on a perceptive phenomenon towards my body in terms of separateness, which appears to be calcified into its very tissue. The fascial net (connective tissue) is definitely affected, also muscles (dormant, hyperactive) and joints. Perhaps even the bones. Certainly the cellular map will be affected. Not sure how this affects the functioning of the nervous system. Is it actually the fascia that dictates movement, not muscle mass? Given its alleged superior number of neurons? It makes sense that the net moveth the mass, not vice versa. Too much mass force could rip the net connective force, couldn't it?

How can yoga help, say which asanas (poses), to integrate the wholeness of the human body and awaken atrophied parts to their existence as an integral element of a whole? What kind of practice can accomplish a holistic awakening of conscious proprioception? Only seated meditation? Cannot the principles of observation, awereness and mindfulness (i.e. body scanning, samadhi, complete absorption) be applied in any position?

The weight of my breasts feels like a proprioceptive distraction. Must get conscious in order to integrate their sensation, position and weight into my movements to avoid "misalignments." Must find an intentional way, and train into habit conscious breast bearing. Particularly the (upper) thoracic spine appears to be affected to the bone. I suspect that the inherent anatomical structure is prepared to accomodate the additional "dead" (muscleless) weight. I do remember what it was like to feel free in my body. What it was like not to bleed. As I once was a girl without the burden of tits, these baby-feeding extensions. But do I also remember what it was like to feel trapped? Like in an egg of some sort. (Is there confinement or freedom in a sphere?) Do I remember the organic separation from the motherwomb? What did that feel like? What sensations did spirit store and why? Maybe it doesn't matter because there is always freedom within?

After "losing" my body to trauma and transformation; to high heels, tights and corsets; to pregnancy, birthing and motherhood. Yoga has helped me come into contact with my child self and my love for moving creatively. Yoga has awakened my child consciousness and triggered healing from the wounds of womanhood.

What’s up with this notion in ("Western") anatomy to separate between body parts? For the sake of specificity? Specificity in what direction? One of separating or one of integrating? How does this affect human perception of the self? And how can a holistic view be created or restored? Yes, one whole made of parts, but which side of the scale do you swing towards?

I'm currently exploring the notion of a pendulum between whole and partial perception, in terms of human anatomy, of anatomical systems of perception. What effects on proprioception has the study of the body mapped out as specific parts? As opposed to the study of the human body mapped out as a holistic flow of energy, for instance? How do different schools of body perception, i.e. Western vis a vis Eastern anatomical conceptions (organic structure mapping) affect the way a human body is perceived?

Which asanas accentuate a holistic biological proprioception as opposed to being focused on more specific aspects of structure and mobility?

It seems to be a natural consequence to do backbends given the structure of the human spine. It's why they're possible to begin with. It's clearly been done before. Thus resulting in such an organism as the limbed spiral axial creature that is the human being, who bends back and forth and side to side. Ancient humans appear to have had a remarkable understanding of human anatomy. The body scriptum alone is a testament to that. Not to mention schools of movement wisdom. Thus, study of the organic body is essential to understanding humankind. Thus, creating mind. Beyond individual musings lies the power of Evolution, ceaselessly whispering words of wisdom past and carefully listenting to the beats of contemporary creativity.

The human creature is essentially intelligent. Then why does it behave with such ignorance? Because samsara (the world) is but a narcissistic creator fascination with the terrestrial human experience? A show for some abstract observer to watch but not get distracted by? An existential carnival. And it doesn't matter which carousel or roller-coaster you choose, you're still part of the carnival. Even as a mere spectator you still are!

Is a perceiver's essential nature individual or universal?

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