[MD] Smokey Bear Sutra

MarshaV marshalz at charter.net
Thu Jun 18 01:18:27 PDT 2009



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At 12:12 AM 6/18/2009, you wrote:

>The Whale Who Dreamed It Was A Bear Who Dreamed It Was A Whale
>
>Billions and billions of years ago, way back 
>when the Universe was a much warmer, much 
>younger, and a much more blue place there lived 
>a giant whale named White-Bear-Dancing who swam 
>between the dusty expanses of exploding 
>supernovas and newborn stars on sparkling 
>dancing waters that -- due to the ever-faster 
>expansion of the Universe -- have since become 
>thin and diffuse and no longer capable of sustaining life.
>
>As it swam along fast-fluid corridors of warm 
>vibrant liquid White-Bear-Dancing breathed in 
>great gulps of life-giving liquids and through 
>the gargantuan black-gaping blow-hole situated 
>on the top of its head the giant whale spouted 
>enormous geysers filled with condensed gases and 
>tiny droplets each containing the seed of life 
>growing deep inside its dark cavernous lungs 
>forever breathing in and out, in and out.
>
>Since the Universe was (and still is) round 
>White-Bear-Dancing found that it had to swim in 
>circles and though it really didn't know why, it 
>discovered by trial and error that it much 
>preferred swimming to the right to swimming to 
>the left and so the giant whale imparted a 
>right-hand spin to all the life-giving waters it 
>blew out its spout as it circled to-and-fro 
>throughout the Universe always turning to the right as it went.
>
>The giant whale didn't remember where it came 
>from nor did it have a particular goal in mind; 
>it simply never occurred to it to wonder at the 
>wonder of it all, but it did finally fall sleep 
>after many eons of wandering amongst the 
>fast-forming galaxies and dreamed a dream of a 
>beautiful blue world spinning endlessly in the blackest of nights.
>
>One day after a sleep of many billions of years 
>the giant whale woke up and discovered the 
>Universe had become a mean polluted place filled 
>with plastic bottles, beach balls, and used 
>computer monitors that clogged its blow-hole and 
>caused it to sneeze mighty sneezes that made 
>galaxies collide and stars wink out in an 
>instant like candles on a birthday cake.
>
>White-Bear-Dancing went in search of the source 
>of the ever-growing stream of trash, eventually 
>following the trail back, back, back to the 
>little blue dream planet spinning madly around a 
>tiny yellow star in an otherwise unordinary and 
>spectacularly unspectacular part of a cartwheel 
>galaxy known as the Milky Way to the speckled 
>people who populated the pale blue dot known as Earth.
>
>Gazing down onto the tiny treasure, the giant 
>whale suddenly realized that even though the 
>Universe was forever growing larger, larger, 
>larger, the whale itself was not and so now it 
>was no longer a giant whale but merely a very 
>large one, and as the gaze was a gaze (like 
>everything the whale did) to the right, it 
>spiraled down, down, down into the atmosphere of 
>the tiny blue planet plummeting faster and 
>faster until finally impaling itself in the 
>middle of a soft muddy bog in the middle of a 
>large continent that would one day become known as North America.
>
>The rather large whale carved out a hole in the 
>land that would one day fill with water and be 
>called Lake Michigan but for now it lay gasping 
>to get the breath back that had been knocked out 
>with the sudden stop afforded by the soft yet 
>still remarkably resilient bog in which it had settled.
>
>Then, a bright star rose up into the sky and 
>shining down upon the large whale began to dry 
>it out and cause it to shrink smaller and 
>smaller and smaller until it lay in the middle 
>of a vast depression formed when it hit the earth ages ago.
>
>As it dried out the whale's fins became arms and 
>legs and its tail disappeared to a little nub 
>and it grew fur over its body and it learned to 
>grunt and growl in pleasure and pain like the 
>bear the whale had become as it made stunning 
>discoveries about this new world it now inhabited.
>
>The bear didn't remember being a whale; the bear 
>didn't remember anything at all before it became 
>a bear and in fact such a thought never entered 
>its head in all the days of its life... the bear 
>met another bear and had cubs, raising them 
>together in a warm cozy den that the bear 
>entered by entering a cave and turning right several times.
>
>The bear became known as Boo Bear, third cousin 
>to Smoky Bear (though twice removed by marriage) 
>and best friends with Master Yogi, who taught a 
>night class in mindful meditation at the local 
>community church on Thursdays and Saturdays and 
>worked a day job as a garbage man (or sanitation 
>professional as he preferred to be called) in the local forest preserve.
>
>One day Boo Bear and Yogi were sitting on the 
>long wavy green grass by a rainbow waterfall 
>having a discourse over the collected works of 
>Plato when an arrow came shooting out of the 
>nearby brush BLAM! striking Boo Bear in the 
>middle of her breast, piercing her aorta and 
>filling her left lung with blood, which gushed 
>from her mouth and nostrils as the life ran out 
>of her body and her arms and legs twitched 
>spasmodically and Yogi ran in circles screaming and shouting.
>
>The Hunter came out of the brush chasing Yogi 
>away and then kneeling and cutting Boo's liver 
>from her still warm body, raising it to the sky 
>in thanks, not realizing what he had done in the 
>name of his hunger, never knowing what wonders 
>Boo had seen, not caring for the cubs at her den 
>who would never see their mother again.
>
>As per her last wish, her cremated remains were 
>scattered to the breeze whereas a tremendous 
>mighty wind arose and blowing the ashes higher 
>and higher in a clockwise spiral they finally 
>blew all the way back into the night from which 
>she had fallen so many years ago, and she 
>remembered the dream she was dreaming and became 
>a whale once again, riding through the stars 
>leaving a little trail of broken pieces of her heart as she goes.
>
>
>----------------------------------------
> > Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2009 10:15:25 -0700
> > From: ridgecoyote at gmail.com
> > To: moq_discuss at moqtalk.org
> > Subject: [MD] Smokey Bear Sutra
> >
> > SMOKEY THE BEAR SUTRABY GARY SNYDER
> >
> > Once in the Jurassic about 150 million years ago, the Great Sun Buddha in
> > this corner of the Infinite Void gave a discourse to all the assembled
> > elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the
> > flying beings, and the sitting beings--even the grasses, to the number of
> > thirteen billion, each one born from a seed, assembled there: a Discourse
> > concerning Enlightenment on the planet Earth.
> >
> > "In some future time, there will be a 
> continent called America. It will have
> > great centers of power called such as Pyramid Lake, Walden Pond, Mt.
> > Rainier, Big Sur, Everglades, and so forth; 
> and powerful nerves and channels
> > such as Columbia River, Mississippi River, and Grand Canyon. The human race
> > in that era will get into troubles all over its head, and practically wreck
> > everything in spite of its own strong intelligent Buddha-nature."
> >
> > "The twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsings of volcanoes
> > are my love burning deep in the earth. My 
> obstinate compassion is schist and
> > basalt and granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that future
> > American Era I shall enter a new form; to cure the world of loveless
> > knowledge that seeks with blind hunger: and mindless rage eating food that
> > will not fill it."
> >
> > And he showed himself in his true form of
> > SMOKEY THE BEAR
> >
> > A handsome smokey-colored brown bear standing 
> on his hind legs, showing that
> > he is aroused and watchful.
> >
> > Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to the truth beneath
> > appearances; cuts the roots of useless attachments, and flings damp sand on
> > the fires of greed and war;
> >
> > His left paw in the mudra of Comradely Display--indicating that all
> > creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that of deer,
> > rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and 
> lizards all grow in the realm of
> > the Dharma;
> >
> > Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves and laborers, the
> > countless men oppressed by a civilization that claims to save but often
> > destroys;
> >
> > Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the west, 
> symbolic of the forces that guard
> > the wilderness, which is the Natural State of the Dharma and the true path
> > of man on Earth:
> >
> > *all true paths lead through mountains*--
> >
> > With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest fires of the kali-yuga,
> > fires caused by the stupidity of those who think things can be gained and
> > lost whereas in truth all is contained vast and free in the Blue Sky and
> > Green Earth of One Mind;
> >
> > Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the great earth has food
> > enough for everyone who loves her and trusts her;
> >
> > Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needless suburbs, smashing the
> > worms of capitalism and totalitarianism;
> >
> > Indicating the task: his followers, becoming free of cars, houses, canned
> > foods, universities, and shoes, master the Three Mysteries of their own
> > Body, Speech, and Mind; and fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune
> > out the sick limbs of this country America 
> and then burn the leftover trash.
> >
> > Wrathful but calm. Austere but Comic. Smokey the Bear will Illuminate those
> > who would help him; but for those who would hinder or slander him...
> > HE WILL PUT THEM OUT.
> >
> > Thus his great Mantra:
> >
> > *Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana Sphataya hum traka ham mam*
> >
> > *"I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND BE THIS RAGING FURY BE
> > DESTROYED"*
> >
> > And he will protect those who love the woods and rivers, Gods and animals,
> > hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and
> > hopeful children:
> >
> > And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution, television, or
> > the police, they should chant *SMOKEY THE BEAR'S WAR SPELL:*
> > DROWN THEIR BUTTSCRUSH THEIR BUTTSDROWN THEIR BUTTSCRUSH THEIR BUTTS
> >
> > And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out with his
> > vajra-shovel.
> >
> > Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in practice will
> > accumulate merit as countless as the sands of Arizona and Nevada.
> >
> > Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick.
> > Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature.
> > Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and beasts.
> > Will always have ripened blackberries to eat and a sunny spot under a pine
> > tree to sit at.
> >
> > AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT
> >
> > ...thus we have heard...
> >
> > --
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> > Self is Choice, so choose good
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