ANSWERS TO SOME SEARCH TERMS

Answers To Some Search Terms

This blog gets a few reoccurring search terms that people look up as if they are trying to get more info on these searched terms? By reoccurring I mean the same wording of search terms shows up on our stats at least once every other week repeatedly for months and years. Most of these don’t have anything to do with ONA. But I feel bad for whoever is looking for answers searching over and over again so I’ll just gather the most frequent ones and try to answer them here for whoever.

First Search Term:

“What is the difference between a tribe and a clan?”

Answer: One envelops the other. A “clan” just means a big extended family. This clan usually exists “inside” of a much larger grouping of people which we would call a “tribe.”

If we were to take 1000 Americans and stick them in the middle of the amazon jungle, inside that jungle these Americans would anthropologically be considered a “tribe” of people. Why? Because they share common customs, traditions, views and dialect of language distinguishable from other groups of people in this jungle. So that is technically what a “tribe” is.

Clan is a word that usually tries to mean – at least in my culture – your great grandparents and every human that came out of them down to the tiniest baby and their spouses. All of that is a “clan.”

So what happens in this culture is say your great grandma – since we are socially and domestically matriarchal – has 5 siblings who each have progeny of their own. Each of those siblings of your great grandma is the Pillar or starting point of another clan which is a sister clan to yours. In this case a “tribe” is all clans that share a common history and ancestry.

Some real tribes here in America get all legal and specific. I found this out way back during my college years when me and a few of my friends had this idea of experiencing a hallucinogenic plant called Peyote. We had heard that it gives you a mind blowing trip, so we planned to go buy some “buttons” of Peyote. Except its a federally controlled plant we learned. Only Indians are technically allowed to grow and use Peyote. Then we learned that such Indian tribes actually have tribal rules for who and what constitutes a member of their tribe. Usually their rule states that to be considered “Indian,” or “Native American” you have to be at least 1/8^th Native American. Meaning – if I’m doing my math right – one of your great grand parents has to be Indian to be considered Indian.

We found away around this legality though. There is this own “church” located on an Indian reservation out in Arizona by Kingstown which offers Peyote buttons as “holy” Native American sacraments lol. My friend actually called this church and asked for information on “church services,” and what the holy sacrament can do to you. The “minister” told my friends some info and added that the buttons have to be pealed right or you can be poisoned and die a horrible death. The minister also said that when you eat the button it makes you very sick in your stomach and you will vomit during the whole experience and may even shit on yourself. My friends got all excited. They were like: “Fuck yeah! It’s camping out and trippin on good shit!” Once they told me the finer details of barfing and defecating on yourself, I naturally opted out. I’d rather take a wafer.

The Scottish and Irish make these things called clans and tribes harder to understand, for me at least. When they say “clan” it seems like they mean everyone with the same last name. Like every McMullet belongs to Clan McMullet. That could be tens of thousands. You know how many MacDonalds there are in America. If that’s how big their clans are, then where are their tribes at?

In my culture marrying people outside of our own culture and tradition is a cause for great confusion. It’s not a tragic confusion, just old folks not knowing who is family and who is not. I like teasing old people in my family. For example when the elders gather to eat and hang out together I’ll show them a picture of a Penguin from Antarctica. In the Khmer, Thai, indigenous [folk] “science” of zoology a “fish” [trey] actually means any aquatic animal with fins or flippers. So I’ll go up to them with a Penguin picture and show them youtube videos of Penguins in the sea and asked them: “Grandpas what do you call this creature in Khmer, is it a fish or a bird?” The funny part is to just sit there after you ask that question because all these 70 year old men actually get into these long winded and heated debated on whether the creature I showed them is a fish or a bird. Since they’ve never seen a penguin what they usually say which is funny to me and my cousins is usually: “We’ve never seen anything like that in our country. What is that. It’s a fish with a beak and feet? What country do they live in?” If I laugh too much they’ll shake a fist at me and say: “Bad karma for you grandchild! Just wait and see. You’ll get old some day too.”

But with their confusion with clans, it’s based on how we live as a people by ancient tradition. In Thai, Khmer, and Lao culture daughters stay with their parents when they marry and the sons are the ones that leave to live with their wives parents. In our culture you never “move out.” You either live with your parents or your spouses parents forever. So in a clan you will always have many generations living together, sometimes in the same house.

So the way things works is that when a girl in our family marries her husband lives with us and so their children is “one of us,” or a member of our clan. If a boy in our family marries he goes to live with his wife and her parents and their children are members of that family/clan. Because traditionally since ancient times, the girl stays put, it becomes that what clan you belong to depends on what clan your mother belongs to. But this is ancient unwritten common law that only works inside a people who share that same way of life.

The confusion can happen when one of us – Thai, Khmer, Lao – even marries a Vietnamese. The Vietnamese do this the opposite way around. Their sons stays put with their parents and their wives moves in, and vise versa. So what happens is that if a girl from our clan/family loves a Vietnamese man, she goes to move in with her husband, and that is what challenges these old people’s ancient traditional way of counting relations. Because when the girl has a baby, which clan/family does that baby belong to? It’s worse with those of my generation who do things like Americans and just get married with somebody of a different culture and move out on their own, cuz when they are on their own they aren’t living with any clan, so the child is clanless, or considered to be family-less, since a family and a clan in this culture is the same thing.

But the old people have a back up method of tell who is what. In our culture, your “ethnicity” is not based on skin color but Language you speak. I think – if I remember right – that the ancient Greeks and Romans saw “ethnicity” in the same or similar way? Meaning you are Greek if you speak Greek.

So with my family and culture, by blood we are Thai/Chinese, but since most speak the Khmer language we are “ethnically” Khmer, by this way of reckoning. This means that if a girl from our family moves in with her Vietnamese family and that child speaks Vietnamese, the child is Vietnamese and rightfully belongs to that Vietnamese people and culture who raises it. But if it’s mother teaches it Thai or Khmer and our culture, than it is Us and thus a member of our clan and family. If it speaks Both languages and practices Both traditions and culture, than it is considered to be a “mixed” child. This has nothing to do with blood and genetics.

This is different from a Western way of reckoning Race and ethnicity. In the West you are whatever you were born in and/or whatever your parents are. If you were born inside of China you are Chinese, even if you don’t speak a word of Chinese or know its culture. If you are Black, than you are eternally identified as being “African,” even though most “African”-Americans here have not seen Africa or has anything to do with Africa in 300-400 or so years. Which is the same amount of time the Europeans have been living in America. Yet they don’t call themselves European-Americans. They call themselves just Americans. Whereas Other people are forever Mexican-American, Asian-American, and African-American. Why? That causes a subtle psychological effect on the psyche of some people. It makes some of us feel like we are not fully American, as if we are second class citizens. Wouldn’t it be funny if women here were referred to as Women-Americans. How about Gay-American too. Why just be half considerate, let’s just call them Fudgepacker-Americans.

I brought this topic up in a debate of some sort with the old people in my family once. It wasn’t a debate, more like getting clarification. I asked some of the grandpas: “If the grandfathers are by blood Thai and Chinese but consider themselves to be Khmer because you speak Khmer; then what are me and my cousins if we don’t speak Khmer, or Thai, or Chinese. Are we Thai people?”

I tried to explain to the old people there how the Americans see this. Technically since me and most of my cousins were not born in Cambodia, and technically since nobody in the family is racially mixed with Khmer, than me and my cousins technically are ethnically Thai and Chinese. But the old people shook their heads and disagreed. One of the grandpas said: “Do you speak Thai or understand spoken Chinese?” I said: “No.” And he said: “Then you are not Thai or Chinese. How can you claim to be of a people if you don’t know the people’s language or culture? You are whatever you and your kin speaks. We speak Khmer. Thus you are Khmer.” But I added: “I only understand Khmer. Us cousins speak only English.” So another grandpa adds to that: “Then you are in between our race and theirs. You little ones are thus half whatever we are and whatever they are.”

If we take one country in Southeast Asia like Cambodia and study its population, we’ll see something interesting. The Southwestern region of this country is inhabited by what we might call “Negroid” people. These people have a skin tone slightly darker than that of a Dravidian and African. Genetically they are related to the humans found on the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. The Khmer and Mon languages themselves are related to the language spoken on those islands. But those islander speak a much more isolated and ancient dialect of Mon-Khmer. I don’t know if you have ever image googled “Andaman and Nicobar” to see the people on these islands, but they are so dark they look blue. These people are also via DNA related to the Aborigines of Australia.

The Southeast of this country is inhabited by a people brown skinned in complexion who are descendents Islanders from Malaysia, Indonesia, the Philippines, and Papua New Guinea. The Khmer language still has words it shares in common with languages found on all of these islands.

The word “Khmer” itself has variations in the Southeast Asian Peninsula. In Thailand there is a tribe of hill people of a brown complexion not of “Mongoloid” stock that call themselves the Khmu [k-moo]. And then in Thailand there is a different ethnicity of non-tribal people called the Kham/Khom who speak a language related and intelligible to Khmer. The Thais used the alphabet of the Kham to create theirs. The word “Khmer” as it is spelled like that with European letters is a French rendering and should be pronounced as a Frenchman would say it, as “K-may(r)” with their weird R that the Germans make to. The old French colonialists had to render it like that because their language actually lacks the vowel sound the “-er” represents. The word when spoken sounds like we’re saying “K-my” like the English word “My” with a K sound at the beginning. It’s not a long ‘I” sound. It’s an “AE” sound which Old English once had, and which the Portuguese still have in their word “Mae” meaning mom/mother.

All those variations: Kham, Khmu, Khmy, Khmi; are variations of the word “Khmau” the -AU sounding like the OW in Cow. The word Khmau is the Khmer word for the color “Black.” Interestingly enough, way back in Ancient Egypt the word “Kemu” [and its variations] also means Black. The MtDNA of these dark skinned people of this country via the Monda/Munda which is an older group of people Mon-Khmer came out of is genetically linked to the mummies found in the Valley of Kings in Egypt. Many of the mummies in that valley were of Monda stock. This Monda group of people exists in pockets from India, into the Arabian Peninsula, into Ethiopia [Nubia]. Monda has the root word “Mon/Mun” in it from where you get Mon-Khmer. Mon meaning “First” and “Original,” very similar – if not the same root – in the Greek word Mono, as in the word “Monogamy” etc. The Khmer word for “One” being “Muy.”

The Monda/Munda language is important to any person interested in the Indic Civilization. Monda and its sister – unrelated – language Dravidian had a huge influence on what we know of today as “Sanskrit.” In fact most of all the high profile words we assume to be native genetic Sanskrit such as Karma, Dharma, Shiva, etc, are genetically Dravidian words not native to Sanskrit. The Monda language in early times mostly contributed to Sanskrit’s grammar and low profile words. The Dravidian language – if you like language like I do – shares words in common with Bantu languages in Africa.

In the northern region of this country [Cambodia] are a completely different kind of people who we might call “Mongoloid.” These people migrated from China with the Tai-Kradai [ancient Thai-Lao people]. Later they mixed with the Mon and Khmer. This is the base stock I come from. We have very light if not pale skin, like our northern Chinese ancestors who mostly came down to this peninsula to escape the horde of Ganghis Khan. We have different facial structures, thinner and taller noses, and our eyes are slightly slanted, unlike the people down south.

So in this little country alone which is smaller than LA County you have at least 3 different so called “races” according how Westerners defines a “race.” But to these people, since ancient times, every person I have described are authentically Khmer in Race because these people reckon Race or Ethnicity by the Language you speak. In our Minds or “weltanschauung” when we see or meet another person of a different skin color and physical feature from us, if they speak Khmer, we feel them to be Khmer. It’s just that they might be of a darker complexion and look different. If you were Caucasian and you lived in this country with these people for several generations so that your grandchildren spoke Khmer, they would be – felt to be – Khmer by Race and Ethnicity based on the Language they speak, and long-time close familiarity. The skin tone to these ancient people has nothing to do with the “race” you are and the people you “belong” to. It’s only in this Western civilization that race is based on look and skin tone. The point is, it is ignorant and myopic to believe and assume that just because you as a Westerner sees Race the way you do, that all humans on earth [7 billion] sees Race in the same way. This simply is not true and not a constant in the real human world. If you would just venture out beyond that myopia, you just might realized that you are alone in the way you reckon race and ethnicity in the human world: Backwards from the rest of us, since ancient times.

Even with something like the old Cherokee tribe in old days this was the case if you would just snap out of that myopic view of the world. Back in the old days when Black slaves ran away, sometimes they ended up living with the native Cherokees. After these exslaves learned to speak Cherokee and lived like they do, they were considered – Empathed – by the tribe to be full Cherorkee. And the same with White people that abandoned their cities to live with the Cherokee in the past. You are Cherokee if you speak and live like everyone else who considers themselves of be Cherokee. And when there was a war between two tribes, what usually happened is the Cherokees would take some of the other tribe’s people and absorb them into their tribe as full Cherokee. Race to ancient people had nothing to do with skin color. What can be more Superficial than to judge a person by the superficial hue of their skin? Do you know what the word “Superficial” means? It’s from the word “Superfice,” which is the old word for a 2 dimensional shape. A triangle is a superfice, a square is a superfice, so is a rombus. When you add depth to a superfice you get what? A Solid. The Solid of a superficial circle is a Sphere. Some of you people literally see the world and humanity in 2 dimensions: just the surface and no Depth. What is below the superficial layer of human skin? The human Heart [chitta]. The Heart is the Depth of a person. It is with the Human Heart [chitta] that we Understand [buddhi] the Depth of things, not with the eyes.

A Tribe is a grouping of people that live in close proximity to each other such that over time they have interbred, and have come to hare a common history, ancestry, culture, tradition, customs, observances, dialect, and world-model-view. A clan is an big family inside the tribe which makes up a tribe. Color of skin and facial feature has nothing to do with clans and tribes. It’s just that after hundreds of years living and breeding together, all of your tribe people end up looking the same, and different from other tribes of people.

Second Search Term:

“Black Sun.”

Answer: Black Sun is the second most searched term used to find this blog for some reason. I don’t know much of anything about how the imagery of the Black Sun was used by the Nazi Party back in old Germany. So I can’t say anything about that. But there are two different other uses of the term.

The first use is a technical astronomical extrapolation used as a tool or device. So first what you do is imagine a perfect circle. At the center of that perfect circle you imagine a dot. Around at the circumference of is swirling another dot. In this case, since the circle is Perfectly round, the central dot can logically and mathematically be denoted as the “Center” of the outer circle’s orbit.

So now you imagine an Oval and around that Oval orbits a planet. Inside this uneven orbit which is not perfectly round is a Sun. This Sun is not at the center. So where is the central point in this case? In this case the Oval has two central loci. The first is the Sun itself, and the second is a reification or mathematically defines spot relative to the Sun and the Orbiting planet. Usually this second spot is very near the Sun. In this case astronomically that second spot is referred to as the “Black Sun” in olden days.

The other usage of the term Black Sun is more ancient. Oddly enough several ancient cultures share similar myths. Specifically Greece and India. In ancient times in the mythos of these two people the planet Saturn is referred to as the Black Sun. The myth via the Greek goes that Saturn was once the reign God during which time Saturn shined like the Sun. When he was dethroned he lost his fire and went dark and so he is called the black sun. In civilizations like ancient China Saturn may not have been called the black sun, but it was associated with the metal Lead, which for some weird reason is also an alchemical constant in India, old Jewish mysticism, and even European alchemy.

Even stranger is that within the growing theory of Plasma Cosmology there is a part of that theory which posits that the planet Saturn may have been a brown dwarf that got captured by the sun, and that our Earth was at one time a moon of this brown dwarf. After the brown dwarf was captured the suns gravitation pulled away a couple moons from what would be Saturn. One large icy moon ran amok, crashed into a dwarf planet in what is the asteroid belt. The collision of Saturn’s rogue moon and this planet caused the rogue moon to split into molten matter which later became the Earth and its moon. The other rogue moon is posited to be Pluto.

It’s a crazy idea, but not original. Before Plasma Cosmology ever coalesced into a coherent theory, there was a Russian scientist with a very long name which started with a V [I can't remember] who had already come up with that theory or a slightly different version of that Saturnian theory.

This Russian scientist believed that the planet Venus is a rogue moon of Saturn which flew out of Saturn’s orbit circa ~50,000 or so years ago and which recently just found its home orbit. This scientists said that during Venus’s chaotic period of finding its equilibrium it acted like a giant comet and produced a tail which to this day is still called the “Beard of Venus.”This Russian scientists says that it’s because of Venus’s chaotic period that the ancient referred to Venus as Lucifer, the shining star and often drew it with a beard or tail like a comet. This scientist was naturally vilified by the scientific community of his day and era. And also quite naturally, many scientists of today are now ripping off this man they once vilified as a freak. I love how some of these mundane people vilify and dehumanize creative people, then later take their ideas and pass it off as theirs.

You see that with ONA if you watch closely and study the movement and trends of the subculture. You’ll see in the liberal theistic and modern camps of satanism a few attack ONA and David Myatt. Then liberally borrow concepts and words ONA and DM put together. What I find funny is to watch these Traditional Satanist [here meaning Theists] attack ONA and DM, while they use a descriptor coined by ONA and DM. Its real funny – in a pitiful way – how ONA since 1970 whatever has been teaching that Satanism is a quest of self-development and self-enlightenment while the CoS taught Satanism was liberal indulgence, and the ToS taught some Egyptian spirit being is Satan. Then now in these liberal modern satanist camp you see all these satanists talk about how Satanist is some way of self development and self enlightenment like they found buried treasure, and they attack ONA. It’s funny when these liberal moderns in their cyberspaces openly use words first used by ONA such as The Sinister Way, Acausal, Causal, Numinous, etc, etc, with one breath, and dismiss and talk shit about ONA. I’m just waiting for the moment when these liberal modern satanisms in their cyberspaces to start claiming that their satanism is a quest for Pathei-Mathos and that they first used the term as they talk shit about ONA. Give it a few months.

I’m telling you, you cannot trust a breed who has no family, no culture, and knows no honour because they will turn on you. In my own culture and family if you want to marry a person one of the first things they look for in the person you want to marry is if they are orphans or if they have any family. If the person is an orphan or has no real family, then you can marry the person, can’t be friends with them, and can’t bring them to the house. The old folks will tell you over and over again: “A breed without a mother or culture will turn on you, your family, and children.”

If you do an actual thought experiment and research about this subject, you’ll see things in a different point of view. Take America and Europe. Consider both their people and population. Generally we can say that is very roughly the same size in population, the EU being bigger in population. Both of these countries are made up of the “same” “ethnic” mix of people, with Caucasians as the majority in most cases. Then you input the factor Religion into both and what do you see?

Tell me why religion and Christianity is actually dying out very fast in Europe, but Christian fundamentalism is on the rise in America? Tell me why all manners of religious sects and cults can so easily take up root in America as opposed to Europe. I’m sure Europe has its crazy cults, but count the number of crazy cults. And then think like a social scientist and ask yourself why is it that in America during the 50′s era 1 out of ever 4 men belonged to a fraternal society like the Odd Fellows, Masons, Elks, etc. The question is: What is the difference between America and Europe which would cause such a noticeable variation of numbers? Especially when the EU has more people in it! Why is one gradually giving up this religion crap and the other is a cesspool of satanists, mormons, wackos and nuttjobs?

When you as a people lack your own native culture and ancestral roots, that lack causes a “hole” or empty spot in the psyche. So you run around finding a substitute culture to fill in that empty spot. In place of a real culture you see Americans substitute that lack with ideologies, idealisms, religious sects of all and every type, and so on. Why is it that these same religious sects [“cults”] and fanatic ideologies seem to not have a responsive market outside the West [mostly America]? Why don’t you see Chinese and African cyberspace filled with thousands of devil worshipers, sumerianites, thelemites, rosicrucians, etc? Because they have their own cultures and traditions to satisfy that human spot. Even when things like Christianity and Mormonism takes root in a place like Southeast Asian [which it has] such religions BELIEFS in no way displaces the people’s living cultures and traditions.

When Brahmanism was brought to Southeast Asian via the silk road thousands of years ago, it was adopted by the natives, but in no way did it displace the ancient animism. When Buddhism was brought over 900-1000 years ago, the natives adopted it. But that Buddhism has never and still does not displace the ancient Brahmanism and even more older folk animism.

These European-Americans here are sell outs. They cut ties with their ancestral European cultures and living history for dead things like Webster and a document call the Constitution and its ideals. Great ideals, but certainly not substitutes for human culture. And you collectively see these Americans desperately grasp for some semblance of a culture. They either reach out for other people’s cultures and traditions, or they buy into sects and cults as substitute “cultures.” You see them hold onto these political things like Capitalism with a death grip. Capitalism is a part of the identity pack of what an “American” is. Just like Kilts help define the identity of Irish and Scots, like Fat Buddhas is an aspect of Chinese culture, like gumbo is an aspect of Black Southern culture. God, I love gumbo with crayfish. And it’s not even Capitalism that they are talking about. It’s consumerism.

My once business mentor broke this topic down in baby talk for me to understand. Say you have an apple tree and you are the farmer. I come along and tell you: “Mister, I will offer my services to you and sell your apples for you so you don’t have to for 5 cents an apple.” You agree to the deal. So I go around selling your apples – which I didn’t grow or work hard on myself – and I sell it to people who like eating apples. Only 5 cents an apples, but the market demand and its size makes me rich. In this scenario the farmer is the factory or producer of a product. The Middle Man who did not make the stuff is the Capitalist. The people buying the apples from the Middle Man is called the what? The Consumers. What is Capital? Basically money. If you are not making capital and all you do is work a wage job and buy shit, you are not a Capitalist, you are a consumer participating in a Capitalist system. And that consumerism – working a wage job and buying shit from rich people, corporations – is your culture and all that you have, besides your occultism, satanism, etc. Not even your cults, religions, ideologies, ideals, are yours. You simply Consumed them and bought them from Other who made it. At least I have all of that AND my own culture and traditions. At least the European, African, Islander, Middle Easterner, Russian has that AND their own cultures, roots, traditions.

The Black Sun is sometimes used in association with Reichsfolk National-Socialism, along with the Odal Rune and Flag. I personally really like Reicksfolk and append it to my own culture as an add-on or plug-in. Of all the “garage inventions” DM made, from my perspective Reichsfolk is the most Fruitful. I say that from a Buddhist point of view.

In Buddhism – Theravada at least – you ignore what is said, who says it, and what is done, and you focus on the Vipaka which means Fruit [End Result], or the possible future yield. Reichsfolk is simple, but its concepts actually help keep a person grounded in their culture and tradition. I’ve always liked Reichsfolk for its pragmatic yields in my own life and culture. Secondly I like the Numinous Way. Which is why I work at migrating Reichsfolk and Numinous Way memes into ONA. Because I like ONA and I want to have all of these things in “one place.”

So the most basic principles in Reichsfolk is that one’s Culture is an expression of Nature. The corollary I add to that is, because Nature is diverse in her makeup, then human Culture is most Natural when it too is diverse. So that Diversity of our many Cultures is “sacred” in Reichsfolk. This does not in any way mean that one race or folk or culture is better than any other. It just means that the diversity itself is Natural, Numinous, and Beautiful. There is room in a forest for all kinds of animals and plants. And when you look closely at each individual species you notice that they each have their own “culture,” or way of life, or way of doing, or praxis.

Vultures scavenge, lions kill, leaf cutter ants farm. Tigers live as solitary animals, bees live collectively in hives. Beavers make dams out of wood, termites eats and destroys things made of wood. Penguins are monogamous, coral just squirt their stuff out in a huge cloud. Chimps are patriarchal, bonobos are matriarchal. Diversity also makes since in business. The more you are able to diversify your options and investments, the less likely you will lose your capital/investment. Can Mother Nature risk putting everything She has into one single type of creature and one single modality of Life? I don’t believe Nature would have lasted 4 billions years if it did. With diversity, if one species fails to take Life further, others exist to try. When the reptiles of the dinosaur age could take Nature’s Life any further, the Mammals stepped up and and brought us this far. Can Mother Nature really afford to invest all of her option into one single human modality of existence?

We no from business that monopoly as far as causal results goes is destructive because it decreases the chance of innovation and creative development [evolution]. And we know that when an ecosystem’s balance is upset by the “monopolization” [over population] of a species, the rest of the ecosystem is destructively effected. What happens when we apply that same concept of monopolization in the Human world where only one human way of Life is the “right” or “acceptable” way? Aeonically what will happen?

Reichsfolk teaches you to just simple be mindful of your own roots, traditions, and cultures. To not give it up so easily for substitutes such as magian ethos etc. To do your children a human favour and pass them into mortal earthly existence with a firm ground to stand on, and with roots that run deep into their ancestral history. Who we are today is literally built on – or grows out of – the lives, stories, and wyrd of our ancestors in the past. We are literally a Fruit [vipaka] and end product of our past ancestors. Do you want your children to come into this world with an empty spot in their psyche like many of these Americans? Do you want them to whore themselves around with every ideology and cult to fill that empty spot? Isn’t it like whoredom? Is a nympho really practicing her liberty to have sex, or is she suffering from a deep lack and need of something? These mundane Americans, do they join the cults and believe in the ideologies they do out of natural freedom, or because of a much deeper want, need, and lack within their soul and psyche? It is a psyche of a people without culture, who literally lives their human life working 5 days a week 9-5 for wages. It’s not their fault though. They are the product of decades of the untested ideals of Capitalism/Consumerism. Zombies that exist only to work and make others rich.

And so aeonically, or as a people with long-time sight, is the end Fruit of being liberal and cultureless worth it? Are we able to learn from the mistakes of others, before we ourselves commit the same acts? Can we learn from these many Americans. With something as simple as Reichsfolk, all that Dukkha of our future children and grand children’s quality of life is decreased in the Now. Which is why I personally consider Reichsfolk National-Socialism to be pragmatic in character over any set of ideals or ideologies. It’s simply learning to honour your blood and to strive to stay firmly rooted. A tree with shallow roots is easily felled by a mild breeze. With simple word play in a debate you can sway a cultureless person to adopt your cults, ideologies, buy your products, vote for your party, etc.

But you look at the lessons learned from the genocide committed in the past. We see that no force of genocide and mass death has the power to wipe out the culture and spirit of a people. No Communist murdering 2 million Khmers, all of their monks, was able to destroy their culture. No Mao and the 50 or so million murdered was able to wipe out the folk spirit of the Chinese people, their Confucianism, their Taoism, and Buddhism. Not even the 50 or so million slaughtered in Russia was able to wipe the minds of the Russian people clean of their imperial past, their spirit, or their faith and culture. They are still here. And the Jews. 7 million murdered and that was not able to rid the Jew of his Jewry. They are still here, and they have their own State. But yet, a simply and sly play of words in some debate or a convincing speech can sway the common cultureless American in every direction, to give up their ancestral roots and culture for lifeless ideologies, theories, and beliefs. You don’t have to genocide America. They aeonically do it themselves. The only real way to get rid of a people is to make them get rid of themselves. Study your history. The Maya is a good place to start, where a people turn on itself and self destructed. Stupidity kills aeonically more efficiently than genocide. What happened to a tree without roots? It dies in Time.

Saturn in those olden days was the God of the Harvest, the original Reaper. He has the Sickle or Scythe as his symbol. The seeds have been sown. The saplings grown. Now the Fruit is born and ready to be Harvested. We all wyrdfully reap what we sow. And more importantly just as we wyrdfully reap what our ancestors have sown, so to do those in our future reap what wyrd we have woven together now. Because of the amount of National debt we today have created, the lives of our grand children will not be any better than things are today. If we think times are tough now, wait 50 more years or so. Today we see these individualized Americans exploited by corporations and political parties were they must struggle 40-50 hours of work just to barely get by. How tougher will things be for the cultureless scoundrels with no one to depend on 50 years from now? Father Saturn is Black and cold. His scythe cuts everyone their due share in Time my friends. It’s just a matter of Time.

Third Search Term:

“Death”

Death is another top 10 search term and constant reoccurring search term. Death is real scary for me. Not the idea of myself dying, but of those I love around me dying. When you are raised your whole life constantly around grandpas, grandmothers, mothers, uncles, etc, the thought of them dying is scary.

Jan 22^nd was the death of an old year and the start of a new one. Or at least it was the eve day of the Chinese New Year. Traditionally on the eve the whole family gathers all together at one house to eat together and hang out, catch up, etc.

The family observance of Chinese New Years starts in the morning of the eve. In our culture when the Year of the Dragon comes you shouldn’t do anything on its first day, but since the Chinese go by the Lunar calander, just to be safe you don’t do much all week. The traditional belief is that the Dragon represents hard work, struggle, striving, complications, things like that. So on the first day the old people warn you not to start anything or you’ll get stuck working hard at it all year long. So that day every single person in our family did not go to work, called out sick, did not drive anywhere are, and just spent the whole day lazy. For example my oldest cousin flew to Brazil that day for a month, so for the rest of the year he’ll be stuck flying all over the place.

Then your grandmother and her siblings gather to start cooking all this food for dead people [ancestors]. The aunts and uncles stuff red envelops with money and give them to us cousins. We bring out all these picture frames of all of our dead family members and offer the food to them, burn incense to them, and pray or ask them to watch over us and bless us with a peaceful and fruitful years. The pure ethnic Chinese spend around 14 or 15 days celebrating it, but that’s too much for us. In my family we celebrate 3 new year days: the American one, the Chinese one after that, and the Khmer/Thai/Lao Theravada one in April 13 or so when the Buddha’s passing.

I was hanging out with people in my age range talking about the death of famous people we knew and grew up with, which caused this whole family talks about one of the most bizarre topics you’d never hear in a lifetime in a White-American household.

I started the bizarre and interesting whole family talk when I asked my aunt-mom what famous person she knew who died and which shocked her. After she gave her answer I changed the subject because I suddenly remembered something a friend of mine had told me about death and I wanted my grandmother to confirm it for me. So I asked my aunt-mom to translate my curiosity for me to granny. I had said to my big mom: “I had an older Mexican lady friend once tell me that in her culture they say that when we die we know we will be going. Can you ask grandmother if it’s true?” The question started this big old people talk of recalling stories from their youth, talks of dying, and the bizarre talks of rebirth, which to me uncovered the even more bizarre realization that these old people have been friends and family for several life times and they have the stories and proofs to share.

The Flow Of Mindstream

My grandmother answered: “Mmm, so I hear the old people say. It’s interesting that a different people and culture shares our beliefs, do you siblings agree?” My last great grandpa [great uncle in American] Great Grandpa Savout quickly responded to that in his dry witty humour to us: “She [granny] says that as if she wasn’t one of the ‘old people.’ If what the grand daughter said is true then I’m nowhere near death! I can barely remember what happened yesterday, never mind what will happen tomorrow.”

The only family story of this nature I have heard was the first story to come up. One of my aunts said that according to her own experience, what I asked was true. During the revolution she had a daughter [would be my oldest cousin] named Aran. The Khmer Rouge had killed all of the doctors and two year old Aran was very sick. Aran had already become blind from her sickness and she was having intestinal bleeding. This auntie was fortunate enough to have normal Khmer Rouge people to oversee the camp she was put in as she was separated from the rest of the family during this time. Her Khmer Rouge friends felt sorry for the 2 year old Aran so they put this auntie [mother's sister] onto the back of their military truck with the baby and they would take them all the way to Thailand to see a doctor.

On the way to Thailand little Aran died in her mother’s arms, but in a very weird way. My auntie explained to everyone that she had Aran when she was only 19 and so she was terribly ignorant of motherhood and child stuff. She explained that she grew up with maids like her siblings when the kingdom was good, so that she grew up ignorant of such matters in life.

She explained that on the back of the truck after a while of driving little Aran – only two years of age – started to say over and over again to her: “Mother, I’ll be leaving soon far away. I’ll be leaving soon.” Curious my auntie said she said to Aran: “Where are you going if you are blind, and how far can it be with such little feet?” She said Aran just said quietly: “I’m going away soon. It’s far away, and I won’t come back. I have to go now, I love you.” My auntie said Aran had asked where her father was because she wanted to kiss him good bye one last time before she left for wherever she was going. But her father was far away, so the auntie just told Aran that he was far away and for her to go to sleep. She said Aran just closed her eyes half way and never woke up. I’ve always found this story very fascinating because Aran was only 2 years old. I can’t believe that a 2 year old knows anything about death to know that she is dying or to make up stories about going places as she is dying. But what I have always wondered was not how she knew she was dying, but Where she knew she was going?

My other aunt we all call Mien [auntie] Oonh [Oon~] means the Char-black Auntie because she is dark in complexion told the second story which I have not heard before. Her story made my grandma and a few other cry.

The story is that during the revolution mien Oonh was 8 years old and her father – my late grandfather – was sick. It was just around the time when the KR had taken the Capital of the kingdom. My grandfather [still young] was too sick to care for himself so 8 year old auntie Blackie was nursing him and bathing him. The auntie said that on the day of his death he had said to her: “May all you wish for come true for caring for me. Father is leaving. They’ve come to take me.”

Looking around the room the auntie saw nobody and asked her father what people had come to take him where. She said grandpa said that a group of people in white were in the room waiting for him. Before he died he told her to tell grandma that he loves her.

There is an old belief in my culture these old people have where they believe that there are these wild spirits that make your children sick, cause misfortune, and sometimes kill you children. And so to ward off or trick these spirits to not bother your children you “hide” their birth name and call your children nick names that are ugly. So I have an uncle nymed Uncle Chubby [who is thin], there is an Auntie Blackie, and so on. The peasants don’t even bother giving their children real words for names, they just give them meaningless sounds. Like for instance of a peasant family had 6 children the children would just be named: “Ma, Me, Mi, Mo, Mu, and Mao.” That’s suppose to detere the bad spirits somehow.

Or if a person in my culture constantly gets sick or has constant bad luck what they do is go to the temple and have a monk give them a new name. Then they have a mock funeral for their old name and from that moment on they go by their new name. And this sort of refreshes your life, keeps you from getting constantly sick again, and gets rid of the bad luck or something. Monks are useful in a Buddhist culture for other uses too. For instance sometimes to protect trees, statues, and animals from being logged, sold in the black market or eaten monks will ordain the trees, statues, and animals and put an orange cloth on them. It would be the same idea as to ordain an endangered Spotted Owl as a Catholic Bishop to keep the ignorant lay people from harming it LMAO. This is one reason why if you look at picture of Angkor Wat you’ll see statues with orange or gold cloth on them. Those statues are technically really ordained Bhkkhus, and this keeps fools from taking them to sell them in the black market.

Auntie Oonh herself has her story which was the first subject of the more fascinating and less depressing topic. My oldest aunt, who is the oldest of her siblings told the story of Auntie Oonh’s past life.

My oldest aunty told us that in town before auntie Oonh was ever born their was an old lady they called Yay [granmother] Lach. Lach is short for a “Talach” which is the name of a melon called Wintermelon in English. The folks around town called her that because she grew lots of wintermelon and gave them out. She was a distant kin of my grandmother [as everyone in that town was]. The oldest auntie asked grandma if she remembers Yay Lach laughing. My grandma said she did and explained how this lady was related to us.

The oldest auntie then told us that as a child after school she use to go over to Grandmother Lach’s house to massage and need her muscles. At the time she was 80 something. The auntie explained that Yay Lach’s breasts sagged all the way to her stomach and that she use to play with them to tease Yay Lach. Yay Lach was noble born, but dark skinned, so people in town teased her by saying that her mother slept with a peasant labourer. The oldest auntie said that when she [the auntie] was that young her nose would run continuously and it would cause sore for her. Yay Lach cured this by rubbing her Slah and Maloo [betelnut] on the sores.

One time the auntie said that old lady Lach told her that she was going to die soon and that she picked who she wanted to be reborn with. The old lady told my auntie: “I’m going to rebirth with your mother. We can be sisters. I love you like my own flesh and blood. I would rebirth with your mother’s cousin, but she’s too mean. Your mother is more kinder. I love your mother like close kin.”

When the old lady died my grandmother said that she had a dream in which old lady Lach had come to ask her if she can live with her, and my grandmother said yes, since the house was big with plenty of rooms. More strangely my grandmother said that half the kinfolk in town all had dreams at different times about old lady Lach telling them that she would reborn with my grandmother. When my auntie Oonh was born she came out with dark skin just like old lady Lach, and nobody in our family has dark skin. The tons people knew my auntie Oonh was old lady Lach.

My oldest auntie told us of habits and traits old lady Lach and auntie Oonh share. The oldest auntie said that old lady Lach was a clean freak and used to wash her dishes with only one finger so as to keep her other fingers clean, and when she ate she had the habit of putting very little food in her spoon and nibbled at the food carefully so as not to touch the utensil to her mouth. My auntie Blackie has the same two weird habits. I’ve watched her – and mocked her for it – washing the dishes and eating.

That’s when my step dad – who is a distant relative of my grandmother – told the story of his uncle who is a relative of mine, who was at the house with the other elders. My step dad said after auntie Blackie’s story: “What about my own uncle here. He remembers his past life.” So the two of them talked about it. We call an uncle of an uncle or step dad a Grandfather.

This grandfather’s story was that he had an awful bad mouth when he was 2 years old. He used profanity all over the place with his parents and siblings. The grandfather’s father told his 2 year old son to stop cussing or he’ll be punished. So the grandpa [2 year old boy] said to his dad: “You bastard, you know who your talking to!? I’m your friend not your son. I came back to hang out with you again.”

Confused the grandfather’s father tested the 2 year old by asking him questions about the person the boy claimed to be, such as the names of his past life parents and how he died. The 2 year old boy [grandfather] explained accurately that he was killed by thugs because he owed them money. The 2 year old boy grandfather was even able to tell his father/friend where his past life dead body was found. Then the 2 year old boy grandfather said in Khmer the equivalent to his dad and uncle: “If you fuckers want to get rich just go under a certain bridge where I buried the gold and money. I knew they were coming after me in advance. Nobody better have found it. I’ll show you where its at, bring a shovel.”

Everything the 2 year old boy said was accurate, and he was able to take his father and uncle who were his best friends in his past life to the spot where he hid the gold and money.

One of the grandmothers who is a cousin of my grandma told her story. She has what the old people call a “Dao [rhymes with Cow] Mark.” I had never heard the word or term before that evening. It looks like a normal red colored birth mark. The elders at the house that evening were talking about these Dao Marks as if its just every day common knowledge. I did not know what they were talking about, so I had to ask my aunt-mom what a Dao Mark is. They were using the term as a verb.

My aunt-mom said that sometimes when a person dies their family and kin will rub a colored dye made of balm consecrated by a monk on the dead body just as the person had died. That act of rubbing the colored balm is called “Dao-ing” and the resultant mark in the next life caused by the Dao-ing is called a Dao Mark.

My aunt-mom explained that they “dao” a colored mark on the dead body somewhere so that they can tell who this person will be reborn as in their next life. The dao color on the dead body becomes a birth mark on the new reborn body appearing in the same place and in the general same shape.

So this grandmother was calmly explaining this bizarre cultural tradition as it happened to her. She shows us all her Dao Mark, which is a light reddish streak on her left shoulder. The reddish birth mark is about an inch and a half long and half an inch wide at its thickest area. The grandmother explained to the aunts and uncles that the color of the balm used to dao a dead body has to be dark. Black colored balm leaves a faint reddish birthmark, and red colored balm leaves a white colored birthmark. I guess this is because the coloring fades during the “transition” period?

The grandmother said that she remembers everything. She told us all that she died of old age and that she was standing by her dead body watching people cry. She said she then saw her surviving siblings dao the upper part of her left shoulder and said to the dead body [or her] to remember where the dao was marked so they can tell who she is in her next birthing.

The old people of her age group nodded their head and added that in their days when a grand child was born they would inspect the new born babies’ whole body for any marks they may have dao-ed. They said that many times you don’t always rebirth with your past family. In the old days they said, when a baby is born with an unusual birth mark the word would be past around the kinfolk, extended families, and friends about the baby’s birthmark, so as to find who in town made the dao mark.

The grandmother said that she picked a son of her favourite brother to rebirth with and had gone into their dream to ask them if she can live with them. When she was born her family saw the dao mark and knew who she was. Rebirth in Khmer is “Jab [Capture] Gamnad [Nativity],” literally meaning to catch a birth. Like a surfer would say to catch a wave or something, or when we say to catch the bus or to catch a cold. In my mind the term makes me think of people waiting in some line to catch the next available fetus with whomever you picked.

This other grandpa in the elder group retold his story. He said that back in the home province when the kingdom was good his family owned a large plantation with many servants and labourers who worked and lived on the land. Like my grandmother’s parents, this grandfather’s family treated their peasants very nice and only took 10% of each peasant family’s harvest.

Each year when the leaves of some trees fell the grandpa said that the peasants had a custom of gathering these fallen leaves in a big pile to burn it. This was to clean the land up, but they also put yams and other foodstuff into the pile of leaves they gathered to share amongst themselves. The occasion was a seasonal peasant celebration of sorts.

Unfortunately during one of these leaf burning things one of the female workers got too close to the fire and her clothes caught fire. The lady was very badly burned and later she died of her burn wounds from an infection.

The grandfather remembers several nights after the death of this lady worker of his that both he and his wife had a dream in the same night. In the grandfather’s dream he said the lady had come to him and in the night saying that she has spent her time faithfully working for him, and with nowhere to go would like to be born as his daughter. The grandfather said he told the lady in his dream that he felt very bad for her death and that it was his fault not doing all he could to help her. He told the lady that to rid this bad karma of his that he would accept her as his daughter and raise her so that she will never have to work again.

His daughter was born who is an aunt of mine. Technically she is a cousin of my blood aunts and uncles. This aunt remembers her past life as a servant worker of this grandpa.This aunt says that she remembers dying and seeing people cry around her grave they had dug for her. She remembers being on a tree close by her own grave screaming to her siblings, and friends to stop crying because she was still “alive” and up in the tree, but nobody heard her. As a child she was – and still is – deathly afraid of fire.

A cousin of my blood uncle we call uncle also told his story about his daughter I call a “cousin.” This cousin was not at the house that day. The uncle explained that in her past life his daughter was a man who was his close friend. They worked together when the country was good.

In that life this man worked at a car garage fixing cars with the young uncle. Both this man and this uncle were in love with the same girl [an aunt of mine], but they never fought each other over her. They agreed that they would not let a girl destroy their friendship and that they will let the girl pick which of the two of them she liked. So they ended up making a game or competition out of it to see who can win her heart and out do the other.

One day this man tells my aunt [cousin of by blood aunts] that if she does not pick him it would be okay because he loves his friend and wants him to be happy. But that she should know that she will be the only girl he will ever love. He made a promise with her that he will never marry or love anyone if not her. My aunt picked the uncle and not the guy.

So to keep his promise this man joined the national army which was fighting the Khmer Rouge. Before he joined he told his best friend – this uncle – that should anything happen to him, he will catch a birth with him and the girl he loves to be with the both of them again.

The man was captured by the KR one day and they killed him by tying him to a palm tree and swung an ax to the back of his head. His head was busted open and face crushed.

The uncle told us that when my cousin – his daughter – was born she had a huge birth mark on the back of her head. The birth mark looked like a red scare and the area was very soft. The face of the baby also looked uneven at the time. This cousin remembers her past life to this day. The uncle says that as a baby this cousin wouldn’t stop crying when he held her. She only stopped crying when her mother held her and was breast feeding her. Growing up as a child the uncle said that my cousin used foul language just like his dead best friend, drank coffee and beer and even stole cigarettes from him all at the age of 3. At 3 she also refused to call her father father, but by his nickname he used to call him, and the 3 year old referred to her mother as her “wife.” The uncle told us all that this cousin as a little 3 year old also had the strange habit of peeing at the toilet standing up, or at least trying to pee into the toilet standing up.

The most convincing proof this cousin has is the unbelievable details of her past life. In her past life she died a very young man of only 20 something. At the age of 5 this cousin named her past life parents and described in detail where they used to live. At 5 she also demanded and cried to be taken to see what she called her “real parents” because she missed them. So the cousin’s parents did take her to see her past life parents who lived all the way out in Boston.

The uncle had tracked down his late best friend’s parents and had explained to them that their son had caught a birth with him and his wife and was demanding and crying to see them. They said they did not know what to do because it was such a bizarre experience for them being new parents. The Boston based parents [past life ones] agreed to the visit. So my cousin at the age of 5 was taken to Boston to see her “real parents.”

At her “real parents” house she gave detailed information about thing that only this man and his family knew about which the uncle was not aware of. This was when she explained to her two sets of parents the details of how she died, which explained the huge birth mark she was born with. The birth mark by that age was gone and her face had long gone to normal. After the visit the Boston parents were convinced that this cousin was indeed their dead son.

To this day this cousin has a parent child bond and relationship with her Boston parents from her past life. She goes to visit them from time to time. Growing up as a teen she would actually use her Boston pair of parents as a threat against her present life parents. She’d threaten to run away to Boston and live with her other parents if they mistreated her.

At the house that evening you had all of these people of different generations telling their stories and memories of a past life and those that remember lived a past life with the same people in the same family. And as they talk among themselves of these memories they have, it all sounds like a timeless family reunion of a group of people who have been living together for several lifetimes.

I asked the Great Grandpa Savout since he was the witty and funny one what he was going to reborn as if he died unfortunately. He said: “It’s not a matter of if I’m going to die some day grandchild! Soon! I’m tired of being human. Too much dukkh. I’m going to stay a ghost. All you young people seem to feed the dead better than the living. You have to be dead in this family to get good eating!”

I’ve always been fascinated with this topic. Especially with the cases of very young children who die and know they are going to die. And those children who seem to come into the world with memories intact of a past life. It’s not a topic you usually hear thrown around in the West. But being of an Asian family it’s everywhere and when you do hear about it there are verifiable things. Like those dao marks. They talk about it like its an ancient practice everybody should know about.

Several weeks ago I had a dream where my late Great Grandfather who recently passed came to visit they house. In the dream my little mom had open the door and he just stepped inside and told us that he only came to tell us that he was okay and for us not not worry, especially me. Then he wished us peace and happiness and said he had to go.

Do I personally believe the Stories I hear about death and some afterlife? No. I think I have matured beyond the need to believe anything. I can for example believe as hard as I can that when people die we go to a big purple shoe box in the sky, and no matter how hard I believe, no matter how hard I debate the issue, my belief does not in any way change the realism/reality of the nature of things.

I come to the point in my Life where I now just Consider what others have to share, and I Consider the person sharing such insights and stories. In that, I see a cultural value. But personally I can’t believe anything until I myself go through the Experience of death. Which will come it’s Time and Season.

I once read a children’s story in the kid section of a bookstore I used to go to often and I read a beautiful little story that actually changed the way I think and see things about such subjects as this.

The story goes that there was once in a forest a pond of fish. On that pond were lily pads. And on one lily pad there lives a mother frog. One day she laid many eggs in the pond. After her little tadpoles had hatched and were swimming and playing in the pond with their new guppy friends the mother frog hopped away deep into the forest to find her food.

During the mother frog’s absence the tadpoles grew bigger and began to become curious about their little world. They started to ponder and ask questions. Some began to believe that they were fish like their guppy friends because they looked similar to fish. Some after sticking their heads out of the pond noticed that there was a whole different world beyond the pond.

One day the mother frog returns to her lily pad to check on her tadpole. The tadpoles swam to their mother to ask her their many questions about the world She lived in. The mother frog tried to explain to them what air was, what trees were, what the sun was, but she couldn’t find the right words to make her tadpoles Understand these things.

She thought a while and in her heart knew that she also was once a tadpole who was ignorant about the world beyond the pond and once asked the same questions. Then when she grew into a frog, she grew into her Understandings of the world beyond the pond in its time and season.

So with that Wisdom of age and experience she said to her many tadpoles: “Nothing I say will even make sense to you. All that you need to know is to enjoy your time in that pond for in Time you will change and leave it behind. And when you change, you will know and understand things out here in its time and season. Nothing has to be explained.”

And what that mother frog said was true, even for us Humans in our human existence, if we pay close attention. As small children we were ignorant of sex and sexual nature. Even if our peers taught us the word, being so small we simply cannot grasp or relate in a realistic way to the reality of sex. In our teen age years – in it’s Time and Season – during our puberty, we grew naturally into our sexual nature. Nothing had to be explained to us.

And young adults even if we lived with a mother and father we were not able to Understand what it is like to be a mother or father. Only when some of us grew in age to become ourself mothers and fathers with our own children, did we come to Understand inside [Buddhi/Gnosis] the Nature of motherhood and fatherhood: in its own Time and Season. And nothing had to be explained to us.

And so I now in this second decade of my Life see Death in the same manner. As a mortal creature alive with a body on this earth I am at the moment very far from my season of death. Such that, even if I knew the words and have seen the deaths of loved ones, the Nature and Reality of death will always be beyond my grasp. Not having the experience of such death, whatever I say, think, intellectualize, speculate, ponder, assume, believe, are simply superficial abstractions: the juggling of empty words and opinions. When the proper Time and Season comes, then the “mystery” of death will naturally unfold for me. And when that fated moment comes, no one will need to explain anything to me. All I need to know for now is to enjoy my brief moment here, for soon, things will change. All things must change. It is the Dharma of dhamma to change.

Which is why I find something like ONA – and satanism – to be of a realistic value. Something like a satanism – when used with Balance – helps ground you and helps bring your wondering mind down from the speculative clouds of “what ifs” and abstractions back to this moment: This World of Mortal Existence. To enjoy the moment while it is here, in this Kamasukkha Pumi, in this World of Peace & Pleasure, as the Buddha calls it.

This is not to say that we should be willfully ignorant of such things. Just that out of time and season, such subjects of human life is neither here nor there. About as valueless and out of season as children talking and opinionating about sex, as teenagers speaking about parenthood, of students in a classroom speaking of the virtues of war, of a single man giving advice to his married friend, or rich politicians speaking of knowing the condition of life, needs, and worries, of the common citizen. I once asked my bhikkhu grandfather what Buddhahood is like. He said something back like: “How should I know grand daughter, I’m just an old man in an orange robe? The only way to buddhi the Nature of Buddha is to first become a Buddha.”

The only way to Know-Gnosis Motherhood is to first become a mother. The only way to Know-Buddhi Death is to first die. Personally I’d rather wait as long as I can to “Know” the nature and mystery of death. Something like satanism helps you ground yourself and brings you back down into the human world of experience. If it is used intelligently with balance. I personally prefer the ONA’s Traditional Satanism for it’s balanced nature. Where the Sinister [Left] is balanced and integrated with the Numinous. If find the other schools of Satanism to be imbalanced and too Left Handed. Too “dichotomized.” Too unaturally divided into an extreme.

If you were to do a thought experiment and stand yourself at the equator then walk the Left Path around the world all 25,000 miles to the same point you started, look behind you. What do you realize? That you came from the Right Path. Too much ice cream makes you sick. Too much good food makes you fat. Too much Freedom leads into tyranny. How so? Tyranny of the Mob. Too much tyranny leads to freedom. How so? Revolution. Too much freedom of religion leads back into ideological tyranny. How so? Look close at the satanic subculture and watch how whenever a person is not a satanaist as the mob of satanists define it they are rejected and vilified. Too much religious tyrrany leads to religious liberty. How so? There must be balance for things to be Whole: Wholesome: Healthy.

And so this earthly or carnal Life of ours must be balanced with that Numinous or Spiritual element. Too much of one leads into division – self division – and extremism. I fear the West has lost its balance.

Fourth Search Term:

“Buddhism”

I find it very hard to share technical Buddhist concepts with people who only speak English. It’s not because the people I am speaking or writing to is “ignorant.” It’s because I got my Buddhism first in a non-English language, and secondly as a cultural phenomenon. When I say “cultural phenomenon” I’m trying to say what Islam is to an Arab living in Arabia versus Islam written in some book, website, or in the America where it is some religion. To better grasp what I mean you take Judaism and the Torah, Islam and the Quran, and Christianity and the Bible. The three books talk about the same stories and teach nearly the same things. But Jewish Culture, Islamic Culture, and Catholic Culture are extremely different. Which culture goes beyond what was or is written. That’s the difference between something written and dead theory/belief, and a living expression/culture/cultivation of it.

In it’s “home soil” there is more to Islam then just a book and beliefs. It is a people wide cultural phenomenon that is practiced by everyone. You are surrounded by Islamic culture in full practice everyday. You pray 5 times a day with everybody etc. It is something you are immersed in. You don’t have to read a book to get Islam. And the living culture over the thousand years has spawned it’s own unique customs and cultural traditions to such people. It is the same way with Buddhism to a Southeast Asian. It has nothing to do with a written book. 90% of us have never ever seen or read a book on Buddhism. The teachings is passed down verbally. The Practice in embedded right into the culture. This is what makes it very hard to explain Buddhism to someone not of that living culture who needs or expects citations, academic papers, doctrines, and so on.

I am culturally Asian, and those people in my big family not of my age or peer group don’t speak English. They either speak Khmer or Thai. I understand Khmer and a little Thai, but I can’t speak either. Pragmatically I know more religious Pali words than I do every day Khmer words. This is because my family’s line of descent comes from a line of religious leaders and monks, so that religious nature is inherited by each generation. For instance a blood uncle of my own grandmother – whom I we would refer to as a Great Grandfather – was the Supreme Patriarch of Thailand until his passing in the 90′s. The Supreme Patriarch in Thailand’s Theravada Buddhism is kinda like a Dalai Lama or the Pope is to his Church, except in Thailand [75 million Buddhists] the reigning King of Thailand appoints the Holy Patriarch who serves that post for life, just like how our Presidents will pick a Supreme Justice who serves for life. So before he was a monk he was married and had children. These children eventually intermarried with my grandmother and her line of descent. Then so in each generation we have all of these men in our family feel the urge to be monks. Then many of our elder women in our family go to be “nuns.” I put “nun’s” in quotations because they technically are not snce the nun lineage in Theravada died out centuries ago. One of my young cousins at the age of 21 went to get ordained to do something we call “Song Gun” which means to pay your debts to your parents in honour of them giving birth to you and caring for you. He’s still in robes right now.

If the people in my family don’t have the dharma to be monks they are what we call a “Nik Pratch,” which means One who is Prone to Preach and Teach ancestral wisdom. Those are the older guys and women that breaks down for you our history and myths and explains to you their meaning and they go on and on and on and ramble insight after insight. That’s what the word “Pratch” literally means, to “Ramble.” The word “Nik” means “One Who Is/Does/Person,” very similar to the Scottish “suffix” -Nach like when they call the deplorable English “Sassenach” [sasunnach in Gealic]. It’s just that we stick our Nik in the front and they in the back of their words. Don’t ask me why those words sound similar and have similar meanings, cuz I don’t know. I remember one other word in Scottish that is similar to a Khmer word. In Khmer we call it “Ach,” which sounds like your saying “Ah,” plus a Ch sound as in Chair. Ach is the word for Shit, Excrement, Feces. Ach Go [cow] means Manure as well Bullshit which is used idomatically as how we do in English. I think I remember the Scottish word “Ach” pronounched like Ahkhh also means Shit. Just thought I’d share.

So anyways. Being raised in such a non-English speaking family with many monks and Ramblers [my grandmother claims I am a Rambler] means that I got my Buddhism all in a non-English language, and thus also in a non-English weltanaschauung. I wish some of you reader were able to speak or understand or think in two languages so you’ll feel what I mean when I say non-English Weltanschauung. I don’t simply mean a “world view” or “paradigm” or world model. I have no other way to explain the difference of seeing everything based on language. And if you are interested interested in such subjects then there are plenty of much more intelligent resources to go to than me. You can start with the theories behind something like E Prime and try it. E Prime is just English without all forms of the word/idea “is/be.” You take something like Khmer and keep in mind that not only does it not have a word/idea for is/be but the word for ‘The,’ ‘a,’ ‘an,’ ‘exist,’ and a whole list of other words and suffixes we take for granted in English just do not exist. For example in Khmer there is no such thing as a plural ending to nouns or a suffix for verbs like -ing or -ed. In Khmer the sentences 1) I run with a dog, 2) I ran with dogs, 3) I am running with dogs, are all the same wording. You have to unconsciously [almost beyond your awareness] extrapolate the essence of the meaning based on context.

To make it worse in the dialect of Khmer my family speaks [higher register] it is wrong to use personal pronouns. There is in our dialect or form of Khmer we use no such thing as words for “I,” “me,” you,” “he,” “she,” etc. It is impossible to literally – word for word – translate the simple English sentence “I exist” into the register of Khmer I understand and my family uses because neither of those words/ideations actually exists in the our weltanschauung. And again this goes beyond the language to a sociolingual phemomenon. No I or you as an idea/word exist because it is wrong to see yourself as an Other person separate from whom you are talking to. You divide Self into two parts the minute you say I and you. There is no division period. Not in the language, not in the culture, not in the religion, not in the worldmodel, not in how you see yourself, not in anything. You are not given a means via language to express division. There is no such thing as an I and a you.

For instance if I wanted to say “I love you” to my mom I have no other means but to say: Gon [child] Srolanh [love] Mae [mom]. That statement forces you to be consciously aware – to know – that there exist a living relationship between you the speaker you and whom you are speaking with. One being is a Child of the other being who is a mother or the birther of the speaker. If I met a new friend older than me who is a male and I wanted to say the simple English sentence: “I like you,” I have to say: “Khnyom [one who serves] Jol Jet [go into chitta] Bong [older sibling] Pros [male/man/boy]. That statement forces you to become aware that there exist a relationship between you and the other person. He is to you and Older Brother and should be honoured as such and you are to him a Servant who must do as he asks. As soon as you open your mouth in Khmer with someone and refer to yourself, you call yourself a Khnyom of the other person, meaning a servant, worker, helper. The word actually literally means “Subject” as in a King’s subjects. In ancient Imperial times if you were not the God-King of the empire, you were his Khnyom. There is no other word in the proper lower and middle dialects for I/Me but Khnyom.

And so with my Theravada Buddhism I get it from first being obviously immersed in its living culture and following examples of it in practice, and secondly I get my Buddhism in Khmer and Pali. Because of this inside the Western English weltanschauung I am handicapped.

If an American Buddhist came up to me and said: “Can you show me where in the Tipitaka Buddha teaches about Metta?” I wouldn’t be able to help him or point to any quotes because I have never read any teachings about Metta. I’ve only seen it done every day. I can show you how it is done, but not refer you to scriptures and quote stuff for you. Metta [compassion] is when you obey those older than you. Metta is when stick together as a family. Metta is when you are true to a friend you love and never turn on them. Metta is caring for your old ones until they pass away naturally in your home around those they loved. The teaching is easy to read agree or disagree with. The practice of Metta is hard and makes you cry sometimes. To spend your free time taking care of old people, and to watch them die with your own eyes. To know that one day your own grandmother will need care and will pass away in front of you. To know that you will care for your parents until they die in front of you. It’s not easy, and its not a philosophical debate. It’s pitiful to watch these pretentious Americans in their forums and internet places debate and talk about the merits of Buddhism when they have never known what it’s like to live it.

If an American Buddhist who got his Buddhism from the Northern Schools [Mahayana] came up to me and asked me: “So can you share a few things about the Three Bodies doctrine?” I would not double know what you are talking about because for one, I didn’t get my Buddhism in the English language. For two, the Three Bodies doctrine is a Mahayana teaching via the Sanskrit which does not exist in the Theravada via the Pali. I absolutely don’t know what that is. All I know is that in Theravada Buddhism no such doctrine exists. What exists is what we might call a “primordial” seed of such doctrine, in which the Buddha said in Pali that he is “Dhammakaya,” which simply either means the corpus of teachings and/or the Body of Natural Phenomena. Theravada does not go any further to explain what Buddha meant.

If an American Buddhist were to ask me: “So what do you think about the doctrine of Emptiness [Sunyata]?” I actually won’t know what he was talking about because in the Pali and Theravada no such doctrine really exists. Emptiness [Sunyata] is a Northern doctrine via the Sanskrit. Us Southerners get our Buddhism in the Pali. I like the idea of Sunyata and use it, but it’s not Theravada proper. This word appears in the Theravada, but it is not a formal or fully formed doctrine or concept. It is like I tried to explain an idea which is only Hinted at. So when I use that word, I use it in line of that hinting. In other words I use that word to carry my extrapolations of what may be hinted at. In the same way that Mayahaya took the hint and manifested a complete kick ass doctrine out of it, which I honest do not know about. I’m not Mahayana. Folk Chan is as close I get ancestrally to Mahayana. The Northerners extrapolated an entire – superb – doctrine of Sunyata from Anicca. How so?

Let’s say you have a Theravada monk and a Zen monk standing at a train station together and they are looking at the train tracks. The Train wizzes by fast passed them. In that instant the Theravada monk says to his Zen friend: “Did you see that Train which passed by? It was impermanent because it was only here for a brief moment and now it is gone.” The Zen monk says back to his friend: “Hmm, you’re right. It was impermenent. But what do you call that Stuff in front and behind of that changing impermanence. You know this non-trainness which is now in front of us?” So the Mahayanas call that stuffness Sunyata meaning Void or Emptiness. Not literally, but just to refer to that something all the changing is being impermanent inside of. Remember those Mahayanas cured like wet cement inside a Chinese culture which comes with an ancient something called Taoism. That Taoiam “contaminates” [not in a bad way] their Buddhism. What is Tao Taoing in? Wu Wei [emptiness/stillness]. Is the cup half empty or half full? The Theravadin would say the cup is half full but that the nature of that fullness is impermanent. The Mahayana says the cup was always empty and is just temporarily half full.

Even if a American Buddhist were to ask me: “So what did Buddha say about Dharma,” I won’t be able to tell him, because that word Dharma is the Sanskrit and now English ideation, and not the Pali Dhamma. They mean two different things to very different peoples, even though they are clearly dialects of each other. It would be ignorant of me to say that because French is a dialect of old Latin, that those two languages’ words and thus weltanschauung are the same because the words are similar. Is that statement true or false? If I were to say: “English and German are the same shit because half of the words sound the same. They see the world in the same way as the Brits.” Is that statement true or false?

Pali like French is more rounded, feminized, and softer versions of its parent language. They say Dharma in Sanskrit while we say Dhamma in Pali. They say Karma we say Kamma. They say Dharma to mean the natural way of things as in the natural order of the universe, and your natural inclinations. I use Dharma in the Sanskrit to mean this. It is my Dharma to write and share ideas and teach. It is not my Dhamma to write and share and teach. Dhamma in Pali means natural way of thing too, but it goes off into its own dialectal tangent. Dhamma means Natural Phenomena and secondly a teaching. They say Karma to mean cosmic retribution. We say Kamma to mean the Act which we set into motion, as in the Pali term Samma Kammanta which is one of the 8 steps in the eight fold path wrongly translated as “Right Action.” It should be “Complete Acting.” What do these ancient people mean when they say to Act Totally or Act Completely?

It means to first review ALL of your option. You are a farmer in 500BC India. You are lazy. You don’t want to work and want to take a month break. What are your options? After you review ALL of your option you review ALL of the consequences of each option you have. If you take a month break, your field may die. If your field dies you have no money. If you have no money your family starves. If your family starves they too will die. After you have reviewed ALL and EVERY possible consequence [Vipaka] of ALL your options then you pick the one you really want to set into motion. Do you want to kill your family? If not: get your ass to work and give it ALL you got for the future FRUIT. You are poor. Your children are hungry and haven’t eaten in days. You know if they don’t eat now they will soon die. Your country is being run by the Khmer Rouge. You are in a labour camp. Stealing food not provided for you by Big Brother Pol Pot means they will kill you. What do you do? Do you break their laws and risk being killed to feed your children? You must first Completely [samma] think of all your option. Then think of all their consequences. Then you commit the act into motion which best fits you. It isn’t about some silly notion of right or wrong, left hand or right hand, good or bad. It’s real live human life and real live human situations and real live human needs.

Every action you do or don’t do has its Fruit [Vipaka]. You are Tibet. You believe in nonviolence. You have a pathetic army due to your beliefs in nonviolence. It is 1950. The Chinese Commies are invading your country. What do you do? Fight or bitch out and give Big brother Mao your country? What are your options and the consequences of your actions or failure to Act? This scene does not have to be hypothetical. Just google shit about Tibet. How their culture and way of life is dying. How their people are abused and losing their freedom, etc. Was it worth not fighting? Do you like the Fruit of your lack of Action? Now that your entire people suffer [Dukkha] can you look at yourselves in the mirror and say you are proud Buddhists, that you have done well for your grand children who are subjects of a foreign regime? That’s Kamma. It is different from Karma. It has nothing to do with some stupid ideation of right or wrong, Himsa or Ahimsa. It’s about real Life. Real human situations. And real consequences of our actions or lack of actions. Think twice before you act or not act. That’s kamma.

So getting my Buddhism from the Khmer and Pali, and seeing most of its teachings expressed in culture, traditions, and practice, my Buddhism is very different and alien to the Buddhism you would find in a book store or a website. It is also different from all those Northern Schools. This is something the well meaning Westerner most often fails to understand or realize. There are different schools of Buddhism with very different ways of doing things and seeing things. Most often when I say I am a Buddhist these Westerners just group me into this stupid group of Yoga classes, New Agers meditating on their chakra, burning perfumed incense [which we don't do], chanting OM or some special word guru gave you, zen koans, fat Buddha, vegetarianism, non-violence, and so on. I have nothing to do with any of those things and I don’t know shit about them. The only Buddhism I know is the stuff I get from my family which is both only Khmer/Thai Theravada and folk Chinese Chan Buddhism. And I got my Buddhism is Khmer and Pali not English or Sanskrit. There is nothing wrong with those languages. It’s just that you have to literally speak “my Buddhist language” for me to understand you.

This is where something like the ONA and DM came in. As I write here at this blog I often try to explain how I grasp ONA by first using in my own mind my Buddhism. The unfortunate thing is I have no way of expressing what exists in my head because I don’t have the right English and Sanskrit terms for these things. This is because like I said, I didn’t not get my Buddhism from a book, in English or Sanskrit. I had only one real choice which was to pirate ONA and DM words to try to express myself. So at first what happens is you see this mess of ONA mixed with Buddhism and you wonder what I’m trying to do or synthesize. I’m not trying to do anything besides ramble about my ideas and insights. Unfortunately all I have to work with are Theravada-Khmer-Pali-Buddhist inner ideas and ONA-DM outer words. Which was the challenging part for me.

After training myself all these years to express myself using Myattian words and concepts something happened. The more I figured out how to use Myattian words to explain my Buddhism to whoever reads this stuff, the more I gained a better grasp of my own Buddhism. It bcame that writing here for a ONA audience was a mental trick I used to tease out a better understanding of my own Buddhism for myself. And then all that Reichsfolk stuff and Numinous Way stuff got me to better appreciate my own culture and history [roots].

So DM and ONA honestly do have an immense influence on me. And I mean that when I say immense. I’ve written elsewhere or hinted at, just how immense this is and how seductive words and language are. I tried to say in in a not so obvious way, but I don’t think people caught on to what I was trying to say when I said that ONA next stage in development was to develop and refine its lexicon. I was suggesting something from personal experience and personal analysis. I’m not going to spell it out in plain English.

I think the Muslim got it right. They say that the Holy Quran is the Classican Arabic text and all translations of that Quran are only merely translations of the Quran. With Buddhism, the minute you process it into Sanskrit you change it into a Sanskrit weltanshcauung, where each Sanskrit word has its own meaning. The same thing has now happened to Buddhism in English. It now becomes that in the English, Buddhism is not the same thing as it is in the Sanskrit or the Pali. I’ll give an exaple.

Did the Buddha say life was suffering and that we should work to get rid of suffering? In the English, sure. And so you see very well meaning spiritual English Buddhist work in their own ways to get rid of human suffering, which is wonderful and I wouldn’t wish it to stop.

Pali Buddhism is slightly different. The word is “Dukkha,” which does not mean suffering. Dukkh means Un-Ease, Dis-Comfort, Worry, and that’s it. Like when my grandma says that her head “does Dukkh” to her, it simply means she has a headache. Like when finals week comes and I say the week “does Dukkh” to me, it means finals week makes me worried.

Dukkha is when you have a hobby as a toy collector. A Thanksgiving sale is putting a toy item you collect on sale so you make a tent and camp outside a Walmart all night. When you finally get inside the toy runs out. You stress out, get angry, cry, throw a tantrum. That’s Dukkh. Your obsession or gross attachment to that hobby or want for that toy has caused you Dukkha. You are upset and un-easy. In Theravada, the Buddha simply wants to tap you on the back and say: “Calm down. It’s okay. It’s not the end of the world. Wait a while and come back. When you are in a state of Dukkh, you don’t Think Straight.” Did Buddha in Pali say to be a superhero and safe the human race from doom and suffering? Not in Pali. He simply said to “Chill,” “Simmer Down,” “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.”

In Pali and Khmer it’s actually insane to use the word Dukkh to describe 1000 children dying of starvation in Africa. It’s expresses a dismissiveness because the word does not describe the weight of the condition. It’s just like that part in Monty Python’s Holy Grail movie where that King Arthur is sword fighting the bridge keeper in the dark armour and King arthur chops his arm off and thinks he won, then the knight goes: “What this, ’tis but a flesh wound!” It’s not “just” a flesh wound. Your arm is on the ground! The word to use for something as tragic as genocide and thousands of people dying is “Apap.” In English this word most often is badly trandlated as simply “evil” which is completely meaningless. Apap is very huge tragedy of a big kind that involves tons of people dying. The tsumani that hit Japan and ripped up half their country, killed thousands, and messed up their nuclear power plants is Apap, which does not simply mean “evil,” or “bad.”

When you translate something like a Buddhism or Torah from one language into another you don’t just get a new set of words. You get an entire new “weltanchauung” contaminating the original. Which isn’t “bad” if you are smart enough to understand this and then try to go figure out what the original actually meant. But as the Christians of the world have proven, a majority of the people can’t bother with that. They take the Bible as is in English as if God really actually spoke English to Moses and God used common English idioms and expressions and Webster defines words.

Nobody really question what the ancient Israelites may have idiomatically meant when they used the term “Burning Bush” thousands and thousands of years ago. It is taken literally as if Moses spoke to a plant being consumed by fire. We know that before the Israelites scrapped their Canaanite pantheon for Yahweh and Ha-Satan, that Zoroastrianism existed before which had an influence on the paradigm of these ancient Israelites. In Zoroastrianism there is a sacred or divine plant they call “Haoma,” which is their equivilent of the Brahmanical Soma. If you were to simply google Haoma and look for its picture, you’d see that it is a little bushy shrub and its flowers is a flaming red color. It’s a hallucinogen. The little bush actually looks like it’s got flames on it. But people just can’t be bothered to transgress their sacred beliefs to do a google and research. This topic of ancient Israelites has always made me ask about what time period the Hebrews threw out their Canaanite gods and adopted Yehweh and Satan. Satan itself – as far I I have seen – is not a carry over of any patheon of that area. Like we can assume Yehweh to be a carry over of the Canaanite God El from the Hebrew’s use of the God names Eli and Elohim. But no god or deity, or demon from a pantheon I have seen in this area fits the Ha-Satan character. The average person is just mentally lazy. It’s just easier to make an assuption, and to Believe one’s own assumptions to be true.

I personally consider Buddhism as it exists in the English language to be rightfully it’s own Vehicle. And just like I can say with all honesty that I am not a Mahayana Buddhist and do not know any real thing about Mahayana; I also am not an Anglayana Buddhist and don’t really know anything about it’s teachings and scriptures. It’s not a “bad” thing that something like Anglayana exist. I think it is wonderful and I’d like to try and be helpful and explain things. But we all have to learn to understand that we’re all coming from very different paradigms and worldmodels. Which is why what I understand of Buddhism might not always make sense to you and might not always match up to your great Western scholars and vise versa. Your understandings of Buddhism at times makes no real sense to me either. There is more to definitions of words in a language. It’s highly unfortunate that the average person doesn’t understand that. Language is our “reality.” In my reality something we call Chitta exists. In yours it does not. In mine Chitta is a very important aspect of our Buddhism. In your reality Chitta is totally absent from your Buddhism. In my reality Buddhi just simply means to Understand or be “educated” in some way. In yours Buddhi means a great and sacred enlightenment, which nobody can seem to every reach or define. Whose right or wrong? Nobody. The only person right with Buddhism was Buddha, if he ever existed at all. Otherwise, it’s all good.

What should be kept in the mind of the Theravada Buddhist is not what was taught and by whom, or what should, could, would, must be done. The most important thing to concentrate [samadhi] on is the end results of such beliefs, teachings, and action.

In the Western Vehicle, Buddhism is a spiritual philosophy and that is the End of it. In Southeast Asia It is an Upaya: a trick meant to give rise to a desired End Goal. What is the Upaya trying to manifest? The way of life we have been living for the 1000 years we have had our Buddhism. It is just Bullshit and Tricks to make a people learn to think, and learn to practice Metta with at least their own family. To care for each other, raise our young properly, take care of our elders, maintain our traditions and culture, and pass our ancestral wisdom down to the next generation, as it was given to us. The way of life of the people is the Fruit and End Result. Today this doesn’t seem significant. Who the hell cares if a bunch of Asian people have a culture and their own way of life right? What’s the Big Deal?

The Big Deal IN CONTEXT was Brahminical India in which social order you had – and have – something called a caste system. The Big Deal was what Buddhism taught completely challenged that system. It was trying to free those untouchables and lowly ranking people suffering from the samrara of the belief in that system. To free them so they can live in peace and have their own culture and tradition more productive and happy. That desired End Goal took 2500 years to manfest. It eventually did what it set out to do. It made a living culture of 500 million Buddhists in Asia who do not live as subjects of some goofy caste system subservient to Brahmins. So today many of us can afford to take such long term end goals for granted in the lunxury of our modern 21^st century.

The End Fruit is that now you have 500 million humans trained for 2500 years to practice Buddhism with each other. To live Compassion with each other, meaning to actually care for our oen families and fellows, like nursing our elders instead of throwing them away. That’s Metta in living pracice. It is beyond a belief and an opinion. It is a doing. In the Western vehicle metta is a pretty New Age belief which makes you feel all warn inside when you agree with it. If such folks put it into pracitice it means giving a sandwich to a bum on Christnmas, but negelecing to have compassion for anybody the other 364 days, and your elders are still in their nursing homes. That’s the actually difference between a Belief you ascribe to and a Praxis you must do without believing or thinking.

The ignorant can ask me: “Well what do you do as a Buddhist? What have you done?” I don’t write self published books or make videos or make forums on the shit. No person related to me no matter how old they are live away from me. That includes all my elders 50 years and up. The praxis of Metta for my family and me means taking care of these elders, great aunts, great uncles, old in law, until they die. That includes spending your free time feeding them, bathing them, cleaning afte rthem when they use the restoorm, and sleeping by their side at night. Don’t deflect and ask me what I am doing. Look at yourself, you family [or lack thereof], your kin, your sangha [community or lack thereof], and the old people you lock up out of sight and mind, and ask yourselves what you are NOT doing. It’s easy to believe [in anything]. It’s hard to do. And it takes centuries and sometimes a thousand years to bare Fruit. It’s all bullshit – upaya – and that bullshit is needed as fertilizer to give birth to Sasana: Culture. Something America is missing. Don’t ask me what I’m doing. The question is: What are you as an “individual” and people NOT doing that got you the way you are today.

Anybody can Believe ONA ideas, or argue them. It’s harder to put ONA into Living Praxis somehow. Praxis here simply means anything and everything in and of ONA that can be practices and cultivated. I’m not talking about blowing up bridges, hijacking planes, burning federal structures, acting like Rambo Commando in some jungle, plotting world war 3. I just mean realistic ONA things as simple as a chant, as trying to forge a clan or tribe, as trying to re-create a culture, as trying to maintain your own people’s culture, as passing ONA’s Tradition down to your children, as trying to breed with a person that is or can be or will be ONA. A Living Culture is made up of thousands of very little Cultavatable memes called Customs and Traditional Observances.

But we keep in mind that the Light must be integrated with the Shadow nature. We can’t be too goofy where we reject the productive use of the Shadow element of our Human nature. What I mean is as an ONA person just stealing shit and considering that Sinister Praxis don’t make you any better that random petty criminal. Productive meaning if your folk or children are hungry and you got no money, then steal. If the Chinese are trying to subjugate your Tibetan people, then militarize and kill the fuckers. By “Sinister Praxis” I don’t mean wicked doings. Sinister as in Latin for Left Hand. What’s Left Hand Practice, or Left Handed Observance suggest, imply and mean in the ancient Oriental way of reckoning “sides,” as in Vama Marga? What and more importantly why do the Aghori do what they do? If we’re gunna be talking about Roots, than lets not forget that ONA cosiders itself to be a Left Hand [Sinister] Path [Way]. If this is so than the Left Hand has roots into that Oriental soil in the ancient past. Start digging.

Before you can put an ONA into any kind of real “praxis,” you first have to know what the hell it is inside and out. It is more than the philosophical tracks of AL, and more than Anti-Statism as assumed. There is the Traditional Satanism, the Code of Honour, Renunciation of Magian Ethos and their way of life, which includes the rejection of Nuclear Family structure for the more Human Clan family structure. All of this is actual ONA Kulture which is Cultivatable, which takes Time and Effort to manifest. No amount of belief, intellectualization, debate, philosophication, will ever materialize and actualize a Living Culture and Tradition. It will take a thousand years to Bare Fruit. Are you down with the aeonics of it. Or is it just a pass time. Are you down to play the game all the way, or is it just a Belief, a philosophy, or whatever? If Buddhism can do it: liberate a group of people from the samsara prison of Brahminical Ethos and have them manifest their own Living Culture where they cooperatively care for each other, can ONA liberate a few people from the samsara prison of Magian Ethos and have these few people over Time aeonically materialze their own cultures to care for their own people? It has nothing to do with believing and intellectualizing. Are you down with going all the way with the game – upaya – or is it just a belief and identity tag you wear, yet you Do and Live life the exact same way as everybody else in America, don’t you?

End Remarks

I didn’t realize 4 subjects made 27 pages of stuff. I’ll close this essay. No institution – not even ONA – has the answers to everything about Life. Life is just too big. Only Life itself has it’s own answers. Things like ONA or Buddhism or Catholicism, or whatever are only wagons. They carry you to the source. It is up to you to drink. Like the saying that goes: “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” Or as it is stated in the Hermetic mythos. In the beginning the Universal Mind after creating the world placed a cup of water in the center so that all who drank of it will Understand the mysteries of the world. Hermes asks the Universal Mind: “Why then is not everyone enlightented?” The Universal Mind said back: “Because I can make the world, and the cup, but I can’t make everyone drink from it.”

Something like the ONA is only and merely a feeble commentrary of the Book of Life. It slaps some sense into you and sets your feet firmly on the ground and tries to lead you in the experience of the Living World of Human Experience. The rest it up to you. Sambuddhi means to Educate Oneself to an Understanding of things. The Buddha can lead you into the forest and set you down by the river he sat by. But the rest is up to you. I can lead you to the college I went to where I learned many things, but the enrollment, the sticking to it for 4 years, and your own will to learn, is all up to you. That is all something like the ONA, or some Buddhism, or some “religion” should ever be: a Wagon [yana] which simply and merely leads you the Living person to the Living Source. You yourself must do the drinking. The Yana leads you to the Dhamma. The Wagon lead you to the Natural Phenomenon. Science is not the natural phenomenon itself. It leads the scientist to the Natural Phenomenon face to face. What becomes of you after that point is entirely up to you. Just make sure that the Wagon you are riding actually leads you to the Source. As opposed to leading you in a circle jerk of abstractions, idealisms, ideologies, and opinions given in lieu of Life Born Gnosis. Only Life Herself has Her own answers.

Chloe 352

Order of Nine Angles

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