Sloka Five: The Physics of Beauty
Shiva flashing Kama to oblivion:
In Hindu mythology the God Shiva is a great hunter and yogi, a master of supernormal powers locked in the human body. He epitomizes the ancient race of Dasyu, Orion men who completely and happily adapted to life in the Gaian habitat. The root stock of the aboriginal people of Southern India, Australia and Tasmania, the Dasyu first emerged when those regions were tectonically much closer than now. They renounced technology except as it related to the powers hidden in the human body, the siddhis. They deliberately lived in a "primitive" manner, enlightened "savages" who communed with nature and wild animals, yet in the Shaiva Wisdom they achieved levels of intellectual and spiritual lucidity whose sophistication has never been matched by any other culture on the planet. (Danielou)
"light of a burning candle,: A description of M31 as seen with the naked-eye by medieval navigators. Cited by R. H. Allen in Star Names (Dover Books, New York, 1963, p. 39.)
On earth there is a notable difference between merely seeing and deliberately looking. Someone in a café who sees a friend across the room might say, "Oh, I see a friend." They merely see the friend, without at that moment looking for the friend, or they may look at the friend without at first seeing who it is. This faltering way of looking is unique to earth because the organization of human faculties introduces a split between seeing and looking.
this sea-surge: "no poetic fantasy / but a biological reality." In Trilogy by H.D.
Bodhisattva Vow: The supreme ethical formula of Buddhism, expressing the intent to forgo one’s own liberation and strive for the liberation of all sentient beings. (Above, 38, they are all implicated) This renunciation is expressed in the Vow but it means nothing unless the experience of liberation has been realized. You can’t give up what you haven’t attained in the first place.
where manhood died:
Sacrificial death was demanded by the Gaian priestesses in response to the hunters from Orion exceeding their quota, but acceptance of it was an act of surrender that transformed the hunters. The sublime and voluntary death allowed the Men to stretch the genital cord, strain it to the limit but not to break it. In this way they grew closer to the Gaian habitat while retaining the link to their matrix-system in the Trapezium.
The orifice of generation was revealed, but not the orifice of delectation.Then a chance event transpired. Some hunters in quest of the ornate doves that nested in high-limbed siddhana trees happened to see the dryads of that species perform a curious rite. In fact all dryads performed this rite, but it was only noticed in this one group at first. This happened because the cooing of the ornate doves bored the hunters and their vigil faltered, leaving their eyes to wander listlessly over the lovely faymale shapes splayed among the limbs and draped against the trunks. At the same time, because the hunters were merely lolling, there welled up within their minds the stream of imagery inborn to their mind-set, the flux of Trapezium elements. Triangles danced in their heads, a surflux of geometric cogitation totally removed from anything around them, abstracted from the natural world. Close to swooning, the Men kept one mopey eye open in case the ornate doves should flit into shooting range.
It was then that the distracted hunters noticed the strange little rite: standing on the ground close to the tree, the nymph would press her left shoulder to the trunk, tilt their hips, raise her right arm, lower her left hand to between her thighs, and when she shivered in an odd, almost violent way, the tree shivered in response, its limbs dancing, and then the entire population of trees of that species in the forest was set to dancing.
Registered in ancestral memory and preserved to a much, much later time, this curious performance provided the basis for a magical rite:
whereby, to stimulate the vital sap of a tree and cause it to blossom and bear fruit, a young girl in her blossom time would entwine its trunk, draw down a bough, and deliver with her heel a sharp little kick to the root. These dryads are depicted, then (on the Great Stupa at Sanchi and elsewhere), in the act of arousing in this magical way the trees to which they were attached. And the fact that the Buddha’s mother giving birth is also represented in this pose signifies that in her the mothering power of nature (represented from time out of mind in the tree and earth divinities of popular imagination) became fruitful of its highest good: i.e., the golden fruit of the seed of Buddha-consciousness which is at the heart of the lotus of this world. (Joseph Campbell, The Mythic Image)Now the hunters noticed something even more intriguing. Distracted from their lolling vigil, they saw how the hamadryads reached down with their left hands to insert a finger into themselves at the moment they discharged the little kick, and then the kick discharged a shudder of delight that pressed a fragrant nectar from their thighs or somewhere between their thighs, the sight-impaired hunters surmised. Looking closer, they found themselves drawn into the aura of that fragrant zone, a Gaian paradise they had not so far known.
Aeons elapsed and fascination grew. The more daring of the hunters discovered a unique pleasure to be had, first in watching the pleasure come upon the nymph and then in diving into it, or her, precisely where the crevice leaked its nectar. This was like diving into the Pleromic Stain, but better. Now when the genital thread weakened and they were due to return to the Trapezium for a recharge, something else lured them to linger on earth. For the Men who had undergone the rite of sacrifice in the voluntary three-born death, the acca-thread was especially weak, but so far it had not detached entirely from the cosmic matrix. Now, for the hunters who became absorbed in the alluring spectacle of the tree-kicking dryads, the inconceivable happened: the shudder of the nymphs dislodged the genital cord.
In a dazzling moment of surprise some of the hunters felt their acca-threads go slack and recoil deliciously into their bodies, a sensation previously unknown. The surprise multiplied as the shudder of the hamadryads released a current that reached into their bodies and engaged the loosened thread. Without at first knowing how it happened, the hunters felt their acca-threads groping outwards into the Gaian atmosphere, rather than skyward toward Orion. The cords splayed aimlessly among the tree-limbs and then descended to the trunks, drawn by strange attraction. When the hunters finally aligned their mopey vision with these vague anatomical sensations, they found their acca-threads snaking into the public triangles of the lounging nymphs.
All this occurred half in dreaming while the stalking males struggled to inventory of the steps involved, but concentration became precarious... Somewhere between the dreaming and the shudder came a jolt of utter delight the likes of which the Men had never known. As if by its own power, the acca-thread stiffened and slipped into the fragrant niche of a tree-kicking nymph. The thrill of entry was so intense the Men immediately went limp. It was strange to achieve such contact without an iota of exertion, and then have it slip away as if the pleasure that invited the contact also dissolved it. Eventually they discovered that the initial pleasure could be reproduced by constant reinsertion.
And so the primal conjugation of Sidhe and Orion Men came to pass. For the Men it proved to be a miraculous event, a new orientation for their stalking powers. Inserted into the fragrant niche of any nymph the detached acca-thread shifted their perception of the Gaian world. To their amazement they found they could continue to hunt with the thread inserted. The acca in the groove aligned them flawlessly to the habits of the myriad species. Now they hunted with altered vision, tracking the magical animals of the Goddess and tapping their mana, but without the kill, without the need of taking life to partake of it. The mana thus absorbed did not drive them to violent excess. The mystical rites of conjugation produced a pure surge of elan so sweet they could hardly bear it. In sexual elation the pulsing strand from man to woman was woven of a bliss so pure and innocent it made them humble, it threw the Anthropic radiance of their celestial origins into shade. (Rock engraving. Thyout, Algeria, Saharasia)
So there it was, the carnal act was on, though hardly carnal at the outset. Discrete plasmatic congress had began. For many aeons manhood thrived on that connection before the coupling turned somatic. Out of the devolved union of Sidhe and Men countless hybrids were spawned, generations of metamorphic gods. But the act of generation carried an entropic burden. The power to reproduce increased in inverse proportion to the pleasure of the original coupling. Manhood had found a niche on earth, truly, but when the acca-thread shriveled to a mere tool for breeding, manhood died along with the primeval elation. The entire human species, now sexually bonded right down into their anatomy, became enslaved to procreation.
Material by John Lash and Lydia Dzumardjin: Copyright 2002 - 2018 by John L. Lash.