"A Living Bodhisattva"

Seeing the Organic Light the First Time

Near Ankgor Thom, Cambodia, October 1965

Conversation with JLL: April 2017, Galicia, Spain

The Naga Gate, entrance over the moat at Ankgor Thom

Faces of the Bodhisattva

And more faces...

And more faces...

The sublime gaze, one look composed of many faces

Overgrowth of the temple as I saw it then

Typical wide flat road through the Cambodian marshes

Typical village with houses on the irrigation ditch

Temple dancer near at Angkor Wat Seam Reap. The girl looked like this, typical flat face and almond-shaped eyes, and she was somewhat pale but with an olive flush on her skin, lips thinner, younger, too. Exactly that nose.

The Bodhisattva who beholds you.

Living Bodhisattva: ordinary Cambodian girl

NOTE: I originally recorded the description of my first encounter with the Organic Light in July 2008, a few days before the Ronda Moment. You can find that account in futureprimitive.org, I believe. It was recorded on a cell phone and the sound is tinny. It has remained the only description of that event that I have ever made public until now.

THE RONDA MOMENT

There was an element of the Wrathful Green Tara in my experience of the Ronda Moment. I realized then that my enlightenment could not be my own, that it had to belong to anyone who recognized it in me, or merely allowed the possibility of it, because precisely that kind of recognition triggers the self-liberation of the illusional, separated mind. "I have only this to tell you about my enlightenment: it's yours."

There is no enlightenment in a void, but only in relation. Enlightenment is contagious, it spreads through recognition. That is the essential message I wish to convey about the social and interpersonal significance of the Ronda Moment.

That is my final word to those who would discount and disregard my realization, such as it is, and its flowering in Planetary Tantra. Typically, people will count themselves out of enlightenment with the ineffable beauty and joy it engenders, because that act of recognition is a paradoxical event of self-dissolution uniquely found in facing another: as long as you cannot face another in naked recognition that their enlightened nature is identical to your own, you cannot see your true connection with them. So you are compelled to separate from them.

As I now understand it now, Tara in her art of selection does not enforce or instigate these separations, but she organizes them for the highest truth of all concerned. I would say that Tara in the Shakti Cluster, acting as the Selector, designs the patterned fate of human relationships around the spaces induced by withholding recognition of our enlightened nature from each other.

Linked from here.

The Wrathful Green Tara, the Selector

- jll: April 2017