There was a grey owl hooting in a large Ash Tree under a grey twilit moon which I saw. Seven large branches were there all together, and from each there grew three large cinereous Samaras. I climbed onto the first branch which stretched towards the full moon to pick its noctulian fruit which hung from their branches like bats. When half way up the first branch, I looked down and saw a Buddha seated at the base of the trunk deep in zazen. He had on himself a grey robe, facing the huge trunk.
He said to me quietly without looking at me: “What do you see on that tree Upasika?”
I said: “21 Grey Devatas growing on this tree. But they are not real Tathagata.”
“How so?” The Uttamapuriso asked me.
“So I have heard it explained to me. That such things as Devatas are not real in the sense that you and I and this tree are real?”
“The tree is real, but the fruits are not Upasika?” He asked.
“The fruits are only archetypes that grows out of the Mind which is this tree Tathagatha, so I figure.”
He asked: “What do you see when you perceive this tree Upasika?”
I answered: “A trunk, branches, and leaves. Things of causal substance. In this tangible world, that which is beyond the Natural is not real Tathagata, so I assume.”
“It takes more than a trunk, branches, and leave, to Make a tree Upasika. There is the root system you do not perceive, and there is the entire earth the roots are attached to you forget to perceive. In a sense Upasika, a tree is a system which is composed of the earth, its root system, and what exists above ground. Thus you only see the tip of the causal iceberg Upasika. Trees grow from out of the dark chthonic world, and decay back to the darkness from which they came. You only see the causal fruits of a greater, more fundamental reality. You are yourself only a fruit of that tree Upasika.”
When he had said that, I looked at my legs which straddled the first branch I was on, and they had become branchlets attached to the tree. I began to ponder on my own Nature and where my roots went.
I said to the Seated One: “I suppose this tree isn’t as real as it seems Tathagata. On a quantum level, its fundamental parts is a flux of energy, waves and such like. Which energy has its own mysterious and unknowable source. Mind, I suppose has its roots deep in the Collective Unconscious, Tathagatha. I guess I am a mere fruit of this tree.”
“Therefore…?” He urged.
“Therefore, this causal reality is merely the tip of a triangle, or a point of convergence of a much greater and unseen base. Thus it is not entirely accurate to believe that what causal world I observe is the only Real and that it is not in itself a foundation of itself. Perhaps it is more accurate to say that this world of experiantial substance is a causal fruit of the wrydful weaving of acausal darkness and unseen energy Tathagata.”
He said to me as he was pointing to the trunk of the tree: “This trunk of this tree – which you are a living fruit of – is a nexion. What acausal substance, force, energy, archetypes, and such passes through this nexion temporarily assumes causal substance. In the same sense that you yourself assumed your corporeal substance through the nexion of an umbilical cord. Thus, as you yourself had your beginnings and origins in a Living and motherly source on the other side of your cord; so do all things in the causal world have their primeval Cause in the unseen realm on the other side of these nexions, Upasika.”
Thus I reflectively asked: “So these 21 Devatas are both archetypes and living entities at the same time, with their reality being rooted in the Collective Unconscious and the Acausal realm beneath this causal world? And they intrude into this experiential realm through apertures, as light passes though optical fibers? We only see the end of a much larger system, and not the beginning source and cause. I suppose to believe and see the causal as the only Real is to see things backwards Tathagata.”
He aked me in return: “What do you call a winged seed of an Ash Tree Upasika?”
“A Key Tathagata.”
“And so you have Unlocked a mystery Upasika.”
And when he said that I turned into a Spinning Jenny and fell from the tree, twirling softly and slowly to the moisten moon lit ground, thinking to myself how grey the moon was this night. And I took root. Aperiatur Terra Et Germinet…
Chloe 352
Order of Nine Angles
121 yf
