Season before Fall

Season before Fall

I stand on this hill and time stands with me
As people go flashing by liken ants at the nest
A few say hello, some stop to say hi.
And the birds shall come from the cool northern skies,
How they dart, how they fly, dancing in this summer sunrise.

Parks and paths filled with all who are able,
Fruit and seeds, a late evening tale.
The flight of owl at end as the night turns to day,
Drifting scent of the rose, not seen by this weak morning light.

The leaves, they don’t fall, for they are rich and worth keeping,
While warm rays from the stars, no weeping, no weeping.
For the brown and the dark, it will come at a call,
But not before we live through The Season before The Fall.

Steve Whitacre April 27th 2010

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Old traditions kept alive by the Maya’s descendants.

If considered from a theosophical perspective, the Maya story of creation reveals its kinship with the worldwide tradition of wisdom. It begins in the emptiness of the primordial waters of space, a darkness, containing no manifested thing. There Hunab Ku, the divine one, the first cause, eternal, unborn, undying, all that was, is, and will be, uncontained, boundless, absolute, awakened from the dreamless sleep of thirteen eternities and emanated out of his own will the Heart of Heaven. A one-dimensional emanation of Hunab Ku’s own divinity, the Heart of Heaven was the recipient of all potentialities. Its only dimension, length, disappeared into the nonexistent breadth and height, and set in motion the process of cosmic evolution in planes of existence so spiritual that only the eye of the mystic could conceive it. Space was not, since there was nothing to contain it. Time was not, since there were no events to divide it. There was only the incomprehensible divinity of Hunab Ku, permeating the Heart of Heaven which slumbered for seven eternities. Then by the power of his word Hunab Ku thrilled the Heart of Heaven. Awakening from its dreamless sleep, Heart of Heaven emanated the God Seven, the cosmic Demiurgus, the creator, one in essence, seven in manifestation. This interpretation of the Maya story brings out its similarities with other ancient accounts, such as the Stanzas of Dzyan, the Kabbala, and the Biblical Genesis. The sacred numbers seven and thirteen relate to the Maya cycles of evolution and to their lunar calendar of 819 days (7 x 13 x 9).

The manifestations of God Seven — Itzamna Kauil, Tzacol, Bitol, Tepeu, Gucumatz, Alom, and Caholom — each had dominion over and were identified with a cosmic dimension, and later with a cardinal direction and color. The seven had the innate compulsion to create, so they took counsel and unanimously decided to say the word that would create the new dimension of breadth. Manifesting through the Heart of Heaven, breadth extended infinitely through the four quarters. Itzamna Kauil, Tepeu, and Gucumatz marked the cosmic center with three green stones. Tzacol sat on a black stone in the west quarter, Bitol on a red stone in the east. Alom sat on a white stone in the north, and Caholom sat on a yellow stone in the south. Each tried in vain to create progeny to help organize and administer his dominion. But not even the three in the center, acting together, could create, and after many independent attempts the seven still remained alone, floating like sparks of darkness in the homogenous chaos of the Heart of Heaven.

Taking counsel at the center, God Seven marveled that each had independently attempted to take the same course of action and failed. They agreed that creating progeny to populate their dominions was the right thing to do. Together they said the word once again: the blue-green light of differentiation filled the chaos and their progeny — the seeds of heaven, matter (earth), and the waters of the underworld — became manifest. All things were confounded within the two-dimensional universe, the Cha-Chan (low-down heavens), where generation after generation of denizens, the seeds of worlds-to-be, lived and had their being.

At that moment of creation, God Seven knew that any act of creation could be realized only if the seven were together with absolute concordance of all parts. This creative act of God Seven started cosmic evolution: the ethereal differentiated into substances, each attracted to and attracting its opposite, merging into each other and modifying its own essence into a duality that completely transformed its forces into something new which balanced its own innate characteristic. Each was akin to its own substance, the spiritual never changing its divinity, the ethereal becoming ether, the material becoming matter. The Cha-Chan was then a two-dimensional ethereal world. Generation after generation of denizens populated the intermingled two worlds whose opened portals linked them in a harmonious duality: at one end the spiritual world of the creators, and at the other the dark waters of Xibalba, the Underworld.

Human evolution in the Popol Vuh stems from the Regents Ixpiyacoc and Ixmucane, the Supreme Pair, grandparents of the Maya as well as of humanity as a whole. Ixmucane was the mother of the Ahpu twins, One Hunahpu and Seven Hunahpu, who were each one and seven: three male/female duads and one unity. Together the twins represented the highest qualities and aspirations of their world. They had all the knowledge accumulated by their race, but were devoid of malice and unaware of their own powers. Not knowing evil, their actions were completely innocent and their pleasure was to play ball, the ancient Maya Game. On one level the ball game is an allegory for the movements of the celestial bodies. Perhaps this is why they could play the game in any combination of seven, up to three on one side and four on the other, representing the five closest planets plus the sun and moon, depending on their position in the night sky.

Xibalba, the Underworld, was ruled by Lords who embodied very different knowledge and values. They were upset with the noise of the ball game, so they issued an invitation to the boys to play a game against them in the bowels of the Underworld, with the intention of killing them. The boys politely accepted. After an arduous trip to Xibalba, the twins were asked their names, which they politely gave the Lords. The Maya believe that once someone knows your name, he knows you and your thoughts. This allowed the Lords to victimize the boys with many trials and humiliations before the ball game itself which, of course, was rigged in favor of the Lords. After losing the game, the twins were decapitated and their bodies buried under the surface of the ball court, except for the head of One Hunahpu which was hung on a calabash tree at the entrance of Xibalba as a warning. The story of these first twins reveals the failure of purely spiritual beings to bring their evolution to more material levels. They would need a sphere full of desires and free will to continue their slow descent on the downward arc of evolution, as the next story in the Popol Vuh, concerning the hero twins Hunahpu and Ixbalamque, seems to indicate.

After the head of One Hunahpu was hung on the calabash tree, Blood Woman, the virgin daughter of one of the Lords of Xibalba, heard the story and was curious about the skull. One day she wandered around the tree and tried to touch the skull, which spat on her hand. Thus, without her knowledge, she became pregnant. As time went by, her pregnancy became obvious, so her father questioned her angrily, fearing dishonor for him and his family. She truthfully answered that she had been with no man and cried her innocence in vain. Maya social customs were very strict in regard to sexual conduct; her father ordered two of his servants to take her into the woods and bring back her heart in a container. The servants took her to the edge of Xibalba, but decided to let her go. They put a red fruit and red sap in the container and took it to their master instead.

Blood Woman now knew that One Hunahpu was the father of her children, and she went to his home and pleaded with his mother Ixmucane, explaining that she was carrying her grandchildren. Ixmucane did not believe her, but finally accepted her as the household servant, giving her the most miserable tasks to do until she bore male twins, Hunahpu and Ixbalamque. The grandmother rejoiced in the twins and tried to protect them as they grew into youngsters with exceptional powers. She hid the ballgame gear that had belonged to their father and uncle because she blamed the game for their early demise.

The hero twins, however, were not as innocent as their father. They had acquired some of the cunning qualities of the Underworld through their mother’s line, while retaining their father’s and uncle’s power and knowledge, somewhat magnified by curiosity. Known for their intelligence and heroic virtues, they performed many acts for the benefit of the Cha-Chan, their imperfect world of chaos. For example, they separated the future humanity from the monkeys by sending their own half-brothers into the trees. They punished Itzam Ye (Venus), a boisterous bird with bright plumage who committed the sin of pride by boasting that he was the Sun. They killed Itzam Ye’s two sons who were wreaking havoc in the world of matter by “moving and squashing mountains.” They revived the 400 boys and set them in the sky as the Pleiades. Finally they discovered their father’s ballgame gear and played noisily, moving celestial bodies to their proper places, the ball game being an allegory for these movements.

Hunahpu shoots Itzam-Yeh (from a Maya vase painting)

The Lords of Xibalba were disturbed by the noise, as they had been before, and invited the hero twins to the Underworld for a game in which the winners would take all and the losers would lose their lives. But these were not the innocent creatures who had gone before them; they were successful in avoiding all the traps that the Xibalbans prepared for them before the game. During the game itself, after solving many schemes and enduring the Lords’ bad calls, they seemed to give up. Convincing the Lords that the only way to kill them was by grinding their bones and throwing the powder into the river, they held hands and jumped into a fire. The Lords pulled out their bones, ground them up, and threw the fine grains into the river. From the powdered bone emerged a pair of catfish — perhaps a suggestion that all life on earth started in water. Following the path of evolution, eventually the catfish were transformed into two small boys who became performing magicians.

The Lords of Xibalba heard about the tricks performed by the youngsters and invited them to the Underworld for their entertainment. They urged the youngsters to perform their most difficult feats: after a house was burned with one of them inside, it suddenly appeared as if nothing had happened. Then the youngsters, seeming eager to please the Lords, did the following: one of them cut the other in pieces and threw the parts into the air, where they disappeared. After a long pause the twin materialized unharmed, to the amazement of the Lords. The principal Lord, wishing to show off his daring in front of his vassals, begged the twins to perform the trick on him. The twins agreed most willingly. After dismembering the Lord, they did the same with the other Lords, but none returned alive after their limbs and bodies were thrown into the air. After thus defeating them, the twins put several conditions on the return of the Lords, which were irrevocably accepted. The twins returned the Lords unharmed, and all agreed to many restrictions, such as no longer intentionally harming other beings, although they were allowed random acts such as storms, famine, and floods, but only impersonally and when absolutely necessary. The Lords also promised to live in the Underworld without ever stepping on the earth’s surface.

The twins ordered the Lords to reveal the burial site of their father and uncle so that they could bring them back to life. The Lords revealed that they were buried under the floor of the ball court, which by extension represents the earth’s surface. The boys exhumed the corpses and prepared a magic ritual that brought both of them back to life. At this point there is a significant event: the twins asked their father and uncle the names of various parts of the body, and they could not identify some of them. This passage seems to indicate that they were from a former race and that even their physical forms were different, perhaps lacking some of the physical or mental capacities that had evolved since their demise. At this point the hero twins decided that their ancestors were not fit to live in the current world, but being deities of their own race, they were reburied with great respect, and the twins built a temple so they could be properly worshipped.

As soon as the temple was completed on the floor of the ball court, the Tree of the World erupted from the bowels of Xibalba, breaking through the ball court floor, pushing Xibalba down with its roots, pushing the sky above the world of matter with its branches, and leaving the world of matter between the Underworld and the Heavens. Cha-Chan, the flat heavens, was no more, as the third dimension was born from that creation. Now there were different regions — spiritual, material, and underworld — connected only through the World Tree whose roots are in the Underworld, its branches in the world of matter, and its crown in the spiritual realm of the Heavens. The ancestral twin One Hunahpu ascended to become the Sun, while his brother Seven Hunahpu became the Moon.

Step Forward

All but the brightest of stars
Now invisible from the environs of city and drama
Streetlights illuminate a low, hazy layer of cooler atmosphere,
Making it bright enough so that only the Moon and Venus,
Perhaps Sirius and Capella, and a handful of others still shine
Shine dimly through the numerous airplanes and helicopters.

Most of what one sees is entirely of human design.
Millions of people have become comfortable with this manufactured circumstance,
Sheltered from the awesome ancient wonder of a vast, black, starry sky
Distant suns, dim galaxies, our home blessed with a clear atmosphere
Clear enough to see through and view the cosmos
Alas, our sights are too focused upon things of our own making
With matters of our immediate understanding and concern

Only by escaping the metropolis can find ourselves again
Directly beholding our place in a much larger and more ancient whole
The edge of our wheeling galaxy becomes visible from the desert,
More so from the mountains and the open spaces.
The multitude of suns, the clouds of star-forming dust and gas
The planets, even our own star’s family, are all there before us
Attention drawn away from the mundane,
Heart refreshed with awe and wonder
Once more you understand the infinite vastness of our natural home
And our small part in it all

The most routine of thoughts
Commonest or the most provocative of emotions and desires
Obscured now by the constant mental and emotional burden
Burdens required to live a twentieth-century metropolitan life.
Occluded is much of the range and subtle depth of the human mind.
Comfortable with the familiar mental and emotional routines which shelter
Shelter us from the awesome and seemingly infinite depths of consciousness.
Comfortable now that we can allow them to tell us what to believe
What we can understand, and deal with daily,
Told to  avoid going to the desert or the mountains of the mind where
Avoiding anywhere we have the blessed chance to confront ancient depths of reality within the self

And I refuse and step forward…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 23rd 2010

Struggling

Heart stopped, Bones shattered, Blood flies
Can I not now attain Eternal rest?

Father of two, a good man to his wife
Can I pull the trigger- and let the bullet fly?
The shot that would forever silence the man
The ringing that will be forever remembered
And yet to many, forgotten as soon heard
Only a statistic, another body six feet under

Static change, A body at rest
Yet causing so little change it goes unnoticed.

Two souls cry out in anguish for their father
Widow’s heart overflows with pain
The world shrugs, he’s easily replaced
Only a static change, a body at rest
Making no difference in their lives
Going by silently, nothing of concern

I fall into the shadow
No chance to get back up
Light too far out of reach
So full of apathy, saturated with pain
No hope left within the faults and darkness

Despite everything…
I just keep it a conspiracy of silence…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre April 21st, 2010

Another Answer

Another ‘someone’ asked me again, “How can you be so bright and happy all the time, with all that is ‘wrong’ with the world today?”  I thought about it and hope that maybe this is a good way to answer both him and a few others.  I hope this is the right spot on the boards for it.

Peace and Love,

Easy

You hear it all around you everyday

“There is so much wrong with the world.
There is no hope for tomorrow.
The people have lost their way.
We must war on all the bad.
There is no future for our youth.
No future for mankind!”

You have heard it so much that you believe it true.
Despair and foreboding fill you.
And hope fades, as anger grows.
You swear to make a difference.
You promise yourself to make the world better.
Heal the wounds, repair the damage, restore the balance.
You declare ‘war’ on the evil.
The war on terror, war on drugs, war on ‘them’, war on their ‘ways’.
Yet the days and years continue to pass by.
The great wheel turns and the problems seem to continue to grow.

To put the world right, we must first put the nation right.
To put the nation right, we must first put the family right.
And to put the family right, we must first put ourselves to order,
Set our hearts right.

A good start would be a promise to yourself to be too large for worry.
Worry brings fear and doubt, holding you back from what you can be.
Worry serves nothing more than to consume your resources and limit possibility.
Focus on what you can change, and let go of what you can’t.

Make yourself too noble for anger.
Anger only hurts the one who is angry.
Anger builds walls of pain, and promotes continuation of conflict.
Let your anger go and use the strength of it to hold to your connection with life, Spirit, and happiness.  Find peace where others find war.

Be too strong for fear.
Fear is another weakness that stops us from working toward the good we all seek.
And what do we really have to fear?  Pain? Death?
Holding to our connection to Spirit, to our knowledge of our place in the universe, the true balance of all things, and to where we come from and return to, holding to all of that, what is there to truly fear?
Put fear from you, and instead embrace life and the living of it.  True happiness comes from fully enjoying the smallest of moments, and living in peace and happiness with all creation.  Fear drives this away from you.

And finally, allow yourself to be too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
Do not ‘make war’ against a thing, but rather work toward happiness and a better future.  No matter what is around you, no matter what others may be saying or doing to persuade you, simply hold to your own happiness and share that with others.  Darkness only has the power over you that you allow.  Hold to the happiness and embrace the joys of life.  Allow yourself to love openly and freely, and to share that love with all of existence.  Spread that love, happiness and joy all around you whenever you can, and you will find that the world will respond in kind.

Teach yourself these simple goals, and perhaps, and maybe in surprise, you will find that all those problems have somehow gone away, and your world is a much better place.

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre

Crack

Fallen from joy, the very height of serenity gone

This never-ending nightmare of addictive obsession

Starving for my life, so long now lost

Supping on the tit of back-alley fruits

Ever riding the razor edged brink of this purple darkness

The inexhaustible hunger never dulls, never wanes

Constantly rending and tearing at my soul

Riding this fevered dream wroth beast

Licentious temptation, the siren’s call of old

Death dealing apathy consumes the gray…….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 19th, 2007

Secret Wisdom, This was, is, will be…

Soft hushed whispers echo trough the darkened room
Words a secret, language known only when spoken in lovers embrace
A touch melding, joining two as one, impassioned bliss
Melodies of love, playing across heartstrings of our souls
Blaze of stars crying down with tears of joyous rapture

This was, is, will be…

Steve Easy Whitacre 03/31/10