The Casbahgnosis

of

Rigpa Commander Bill and His Eternal Dog Zuck!

the

Archetect & Dgin of "The Well of Souls"

and

Holo-Daemon of the Casbah Style

STREET LEADING TO THE WELL OF SOULS

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WELL OF SOULS

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Bills Room

Bills House

BILL'S BEACH HOUSE

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BILL'S BEACH HOUSE

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WELL OF SOULS

Bill's dog was a dgin – a spooky too intelligent dog

Some people thought it was possessed by Max




There were rumors about this dog being a Gin – Like it has something up its seleave

It slept on its back in the basket behind it lake Dracula in his coffen




I was not afraid of this dog because I did not disturb it or Bill




Living with Bill it saw too much – Maybe it thought the rest of us were like Bill






I actually thought he was some kind of recording device – I am strange but Fuck was really strange






His eyes are saying “Protect Bill at all costs.” And he means it.






I know I have been recorded but who is going to replay this dog?






Then he would go blank like he was in a transmittion mode or something.

hERE IS HOW bILL STARTS A PARTY




tHIS IS COMMON IN mOROCCO




This is the hanger where the mystic carpets are cared for






This is the corridor to the briefing room






this is the stairway to the briefing room








This is the briefing room




This is the existential brigade4 comander meeting




This is Bill's Home Spa Gym Room




Bill's breakfast nook


















We have been having a lot of fun lately – maybe too much fun, so I though I would leave some tracks for the executors of my estate.

Introduction to My Last Testiment

P.S. - Everything goes to the dog

In one of the most often thought about passages here in Tangiers, the Midnight Sky Dragon Maxiton Forte mused in the first day of class:

Exteranieous Bop in poetry, Deep Jazz Blues in Song, Impressionism in Painting, and Raku in the Canibus Ceramonies – The daemon that moves them is the Great Way of Mystery. Achieving Rigpa clarity, each hold the greatest one attribute in common: each remains attuned to natural infinite deepness. What ever is seen in this context of this overwelming silence of heart and mind is a flower of consciousness, what ever is dreamed is a moon. Only a barbarian mind could fail to see the flower; only an animal mind could fail to dream a moon. The first task of each carpetaro is to overcome the barbarian or animal heart and mind, to become at one with the nature of the Way.

At first it may seem unbalanced to equate the simple canibus ceremony with the best classical verse, song and painting. Yet right mindfullness and right practice tie this all together. The simplicity of the canibus ceremony is as complex as the richest painting or poem,and like pinting and poetry, the ceremony draws upon centuries of tradition in order to arrive at wht is fullly present in the now of the great Way. Over two thousand years age the great Yu danced his dance of regulation and 500 years later Lau Tse wrote:

Those of us who know not the secret of properly regulation our own existence on the chaotie sea of foolish troubles which we call life are constantly in a state of misery while vainly trying to appear happy and contented. We stagger in the attempt to keep our morl equilibrium and see forerunners of the tempest in every cloud that floats on the horizon. Yet there is joy and beauty in the roll of the billows as they sweep outward toward eternity. Why not enter into their spirit, or like the Florida surfers, surf the waves kicked up by the hurricane. Only he who has lived with the beautiful can die beautifully, and only he who has lived with excitement can die with excitement.

To die with beauty and excitement is to make ones life a part of a greater work of art - evolution. Lau Tzu wars that Beauty and ugliness have origins that are less a mater of acquired taste than a consequence of proclivities already within each of us. The true eye can see art in all things. The true artist lets true art come and go – like watching a camp fire or painting sound of the wind in the pines.

In the end, the masterpiece is ourselves – like the perfect campfire that has a beginning, a middle and an end. To be able to perceive yourself as a masterpiece you must understand that all campfires are perfect. The tools of perception are already in each of us to perceive this beauty and perfection and grace. The sympathetic communication of mind necesssary for this appreciation must be based on mutual concessions of all of your disparate selves. The spectator must cultivate the proper attitude for receiving the message, as the artist must know how to impart it. The artist, the artwork and the audience are not three things, but one. No id, not ego, no super ego - just one self.









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In 300ce Taoist Master Lau Wang founded the Perfect Wisdom school which used cannabus and sex as alchemical method of self of energizing action – this was considered to be the most powerfull method to convert ching to chi.

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In 600ce Zen is born in the interaction of Buddhism with Taoism in a transmission using no written words. The discursive mind function is not used – that is the mind we use to do math by hand or in court rooms. The non-discursive mind – the mind we use to catch baseballs and recognize faces – is used only so that an even deeper set of core mind functions may be allowed to strengthen. Like tuning in a old crystal radio to a distant station, once it is found it seems to become clearer and cleared.

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The Casbahs of Morocco are not Arab cities but rather the remains of ancient proto-Rome/proto-Carthage events where Arabic speaking people dwell.

Living by candle light, the daemons of electricity shrink and go away while the daemons of an ancient here and now grow until there is no difference between now/now and now/three thousand years ago.

These ancient dwelling places have no beginning and no end. They are like you and I – very none linear

As you go from noon to midnight, different daemons inhabit your experience of space and time, and if you stay up late enough you can experience yourself as you are three thousand years ago

But how is this you say – I m here and now – but in fact you are all of your yesterwhen and future be all at once – with now an infinitesimal instant that is so short it essentially may not exist

For example, when you are stoned, you become transformed into a stonedness that pervades all of your normalness with something which is the same for all men of all time everywhere

And when you are not stoned, your are pervaded with this normalness that is the same for all man

This normalness is the essence of self – a faceless – shapeless self that is traveling through the Universe that can be experienced so easily in the bare nakedness of a midnight casbah

This is me – this is who I am – I am Big Daddy Max



The shadow of the sundial move with the lightness of n invisible feather yet it cuts down everything in its pth. Only the demons of eternity are immune to change because they are made from time itself – the true children of forever.

The casbah that you can prowl, see, smell and hear

Is not the complex,unknowable pattern of forces that make the whole thing happen

The maps, guide books, etc can not begin to describe the evolution of interconnected changes that channel the current dynamic dis-equilibrium

The whole universe minus the stories about it is just an ongoing manifestation of evolution

All the reflections, pictures, stories, explanations and beliefs are just somewhat random commentary (gossip)

There is a common ground between the actual physical evolution and the mental evolution of stories about the physical evolution

This common ground is said to be secret because it is so mysterious and impossible to directly explain yet so simple like a toupe or a glass eye

It is a secret that you keep from your self and the deepest and most mysterious secret of all

This profoundly deep, obscure, black mystery is called the WELL OF SOULS

This mystery pervades every passageway, every wall, every doorway and every room of the casbah

These ancient lived in ruins of times past and times future where the ancient daemons grow huge stretch the mind beyond all conscious meaning are the training ground for the seer of mystery

The music...

The food...

The color...

The sound...

The shadows...



This is an example of a complex data set manifesting in time.

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