In the bell-tone of fullness that is our combined prayer as we chant,
I worked out my goals a little better.
It's not exactly that I want people to do work; most importantly I want the people around me, and by extension, everybody, to be happy, and healthy.
The most important and most beautiful thing I could hope for or wish for is that we all chant together like that, flying like a flock of geese with a happiness that is beyond birth and death, our compass through the mysteries of life;
In that clarity so full of a happiness so powerful that it asks you what are your goals, willing to do anything to help, I said,
"I just need a little help moving a rock".
The rock is 1500 years,
1500 years of obscurity that are covering up what a few people have realized is some of the most beautiful ideation about the universe and who, what, and where we truly are, a profound orientation that today, our modern world so overwhelmed by the gorge of delusion, would be a radical re-orientation, into immortality.
It's the Daoist scriptures, the DZ, the Dao Zang, the Taoist Canon, sitting there untranslated and so underneath 1500 years of isolation and obscurity.
A few pioneers have dug little trenches and the gold glistens out from underneath; we know there's gold, we know where the gold is, and so I just need a little help moving that rock.
Yes, everyone being healthy and happy is the ultimate goal. And we chant together and we live our lives happy with fullness and compassion.
But those lives still wander through the clouds, a misty land of suffering the Buddhists call the "saha" world, the world to be endured.
And the gold is the path out of the suffering; Buddhism teaches the "four noble truths"
suffering, the cause of suffering, extinguishing suffering, and the way, or the path to extinguishing suffering, and the last character, "path", or "way", is the character "Dao", 道, as in Daoism, and it's the Daoist scriptures that are sitting under that rock, that I tried to lift but I only was able to dig a little hole, and so I realized, I'm going to need a little help.
So I'm going to focus, first, on making sure that I and the people around me are happy and healthy, offer encouragment and listen for ways I can help.
but if I can ask for and accomplish anything, then a little help moving that rock is what I choose to ask for.
So I will writeup the simple research procedures and explain the translation procedure I've been following, and put it up on the website,
and I'll keep letting the universe know I need a little help,
all the while setting the example by continuing to excavate on my own,
while maintaing a focus on taking care of myself and others around me, not letting it get too manic in the gold fever that can come as you dream of what's directly below your gold mine,
and I'll just leave it up to the universe to give me that hand I need
to get to that ladder underneath the rock,
the ladder that leads into the skies, into the always-rising sun and stars
in the ever-flowing river of immortality.
cha li wu
(Book 388 of the DZ):
"the divine spirit of the storehouse-treasury-depository of the scriptures binds up and strings together the esoteric and precious spirit writing with the tranquility of dawn that stands behind it, for the intimacy of the personal soul who takes the book from the shelf and beholds the divinity that bestows the numinous power of the water and mountains that are sealed within it, the flowing energy never lost from the book that it exists within...the Heavenly Emperor's great text with the meaning that cannot be completely unfolded but can only be vented slowly, like the instruction from an elder brother that stretches across the long development of time...the song with its tidings, the ancient song from former times used by Yu to govern the water and provide stability in the world...the equal-everywhere mountain and river meritorious achievement... the "Upper Three Heavens Great LingBao Scripture"...communicating balance and going deeper into the flow of the sermon that is like the evolving performance of a little world playing in the waves of the difficult water, dissolving in the release of the LingBao deep mystery writing, the compiled LingBao text like pearls written on to the night sky, composed from the wholeness of Heaven and Earth, treasury of the oneness that pervades the revolving universe, ah! the name of the mountain's ringing sound carved into stone, the pervading oneness delivered ah! by the water's divine spirit, put in place so that the gentleman scholar of the future could obtain and undertake the path of the Dao, attaining the flowing energy from the dedication of the king... as if holding the red and the black of the sun and the moon as bits in a bridle, and accepting the flowing energy that falls onto the mound of the still-not-yet fully comprehended....for contemplation and discussion, the teaching of metamorphosis within the Dao that nourishes and rears pure life's balance collectively, encouraging single minded dedication and reflection on immortality, the talent and power of a bear in a cave able to withstand the ringing bottomless energy and swim in the cold fresh water, using the writings...the sage divine text that simply opens up to be accepted like a planet appearing in the sky, initiating enlightenment of the world, and one who seizes and embraces it finds the fresh brightness that does not become disaster and calamity; the Heavenly book is simply the Dao of mutual togetherness and flowing energy in the garden of time, for one who circulates within that energy"
"The limits of the five directions host the numinous wind and light of divine spirit, Heaven and Earth watching, to guard and protect, in order to prevent loss in the dream, singing the song of 'no-loss', an unceasing flow of shelter into eternal life's stillness, the salvation ferry that carries everything into wholeness; the secret of, ah! the greatest mysterious clarity that is the harmony of the mansion-palaces; there is a place of perfect contentment that exists within the twin clouds of mystery that are the 'here' and the 'now', the unity that exists in a place with no forms, very difficult to know, the seed of the not known one that is lost among the myriad things, great like a chicken egg, sweet like a tangerine; exiting from the partial, and entering into the one, the master is able to guard and protect the whole of the ten-thousand things; the three unities are represented in the physical body by the three palaces - head, heart, and navel, and are called the three palaces; since it is already known that Heaven and Earth are father and mother, home of the Red Child, the five cities and the twelve story tower of the man perfected into truth must realize that he wears the divine cinnabar and gold fluid, the highest Yang that flows as the pearl of the greatest unity, and that these must be the three heavenly palaces of man, the thin silk invitation, polishing with grinding experience, an imperial command for the immortal Hun souls and contentment for the mortal Po souls, fixing and determining the heart in a full bodied satisfaction that flows brightly through the arteries like the image of the moon in water, enabling the light of the pond to float and wander unimpeded, the moat filled so that it can be crossed in order to arrive into completion, in virtuous beneficial long intervals of idleness, the body centered in careful leisurely breath, diverging into clarity, receiving deep repair on the vast inclusive way of Heaven and Earth, the self cultivation- nourishment ladle, there for the purpose of completion into immortality. From the heavenly sage book, the tall and round lustrous fire of deep mystery and wondrous subtle beauty that is secluded in serene ease, flowing smoothly and unrestrained, opens out bright and glorious, its tiny profound eruption displaying the mysterious wholeness of profound truth with the rare and perfect sounds of ancient star morning hope that dares to strive on the trail with its tones, narrating without vexing; it is to be used as our western blade; although only ten cun in size its flowing energy is able to cut jade, flowing through the circuits like the golden stars; although graceful and delicate, its thin silk ascends between the armor and scales with its thoroughly pervading education into destiny; for the disciple who follows along walking his steps with empty hands, his all-embracing talent like that of a new born plant, his whole-body experience employed on every side in universal pervasion, there is an object, thin, exquisite, and wondrous, that is used to prepare and complete into perfection; what is it? the Ling Bao five talismans! who left it? for what purpose? it is a sacred sage's foaming eloquence, an evolving development like the divine play of a star, a stretching inexhaustible appearance of Heaven and Earth's circling performance narrative, elegant text of the five signs, its flowing energy spreading diffuse, announcing like a flurry of dust and light the ten thousand tidings, bright golden flowers of dragon phoenix form extending resplendent, winning the breeze, freely flowing on the expansive wind onto the hundred bamboo slips; the tracks of the assembled eight issue forth from the mountain forest, coming into the day to employ the practice of bringing the deep pool abyss into the wholeness of perfection by making clear the distinct names of all the different kinds of grasses and trees that converge into the clear and warm harmony of peaceful immortality throughout the miraculous and supernatural well, with an understanding of inner nature and destiny that is boundless, conveying a song of subtle things that courses through the victorious sunset of spirit's camp, irrigating with a cleansing profusion an invisible secret beautiful truth that certainly must be the deep home of humanity."
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