Relaxing morning, sitting here with coffee and enjoying the day; had some ideas for some new tunes yesterday, but haven't been able to get out to the office/studio, as Noah is recovering from tonsillectomy. Adding Mick Karn, Ryuichi Sakamoto and David Sylvian (not the "real David Sylvian") to my Facebook friends.
Now its time to make the pancakes.
But before I go, I append here my old "Here & Now" webpage (circa 1999-2001) which was on the web way before anyone was "blogging" proper:
Here and Now - The Babajohnny Sage Wisdom/Zen Homepage
19th october, 2001 Friday morning; feel a fundamental shift underway in my "dribbling psyche." Meanwhile i've received an email from Netscape informing me that they are doing-away with this format and therefor i will need to move or abandon my hompeage! Pooh and bother! Now i gotta go to work.
14 october 2001 relaxing sunday, went to the zoo (wanted to see the new baby hippo "uma" having unexpectedly arrived last week much to the surprise of the zoo-staff). little uma kept a low profile (popped-up out of the water just for a brief appearance)but we had a good time anyway. then back home to finish yesterday's yard work.
Isaac was watching Star Wars earlier and a phrase from Qui Gon stuck in my mind (speaking to young anakin skywalker): "Remember, your focus defines your reality." This has been my mantra this day... I am focusing on the spiritual, on life this day. Joy and happiness, bliss-in-the-moment! The moment is fleeting (but, it ALWAYS WAS fleeting to begin with!). Living life, not in fear or hyper-critical self-judgment, but just as it is, one moment at a time! thanks be to God!
13 october, 2001 Big storm blew in last night; this morning clear blue sky! I thank my Lord and creator for blessing me with another day, make some coffee and now here I sit in a momentary calmness, before Joey starts to go "wahhhh..." i think i've succeeded in distratcting him, but there is only so much distracting you can do with a four-month old! Practiced guitar last night; tried out some new chord ideas, based on standard "c", and some different things with cross-picking. Realized how far I have to go before I can get my endurance back; I am very rusty!
5th october, 2001 Om Guru Om Surrendering today to the sacred Flow I am at once a single entity in a larger whole. My nothingness merges with the Totality of the Universe making a unique Omni-Present- Nothingness not unlike a roaring waterfall. Having merged into the mindfullness I have tapped the deep-well of compassionate-embrace-into-the-Now! I breathe-in compassion and exhale compassion-- this is the Buddha-way. Nothing can be taken that is freely given. This is my lesson to myself this day. The mind is capable of infinite compassion. Today my hands are open in the gesture of gratitude and I say "thank you" to the universe for this infinite Being. How far can I surrender into this Bliss-Moment? Abwoon-- the touch and taste of the Holy encounter. So saying, let it be so. Ameyn.
LYRICS Ciao Brasil (Marcell) Ciao Brasil - You know I never wanted to leave you Ciao Brasil - You know that I believe in you. And when I'm cold, as I am so often now; And when I'm cold, I turn my heart to you, Brasil... The water's edge, I look toward Brasil, Brasil The water's edge, I look toward Brasil, Brasil Ciao Brasil...
copyright 1990-2001 errogeneous jones music
Open Window (Marcell)
The clouds move Across the swollen moon Above your open window... The wind is blowing Blowing your hair Through your open window. I wear my heart On my open sleeve. I wear my heart On my open sleeve. I wear my heart... The stars above Our heads The world's an open window. Your hand held tightly in my own My loves an open window...
copyright 1983-2001 errogeneous jones music
World (Marcell) Oh, world I'm watching you. How can I stand here Just watching you? What you're doing, what you're doing to yourselves- Can't you see? Can't you understand? Love Is all there ever was; Love Is all there ever was. People Starving everyday So much uncertainty, You're hiding yourself away. You can't reach out To touch the one who cries for you What are you doing, What are you running from? Love Is all there ever was; Love Is all there ever was. Love Is all there ever was; Love Is all there ever was.
copyright 1983-2001 errogeneous jones music
In the Valley of Indecision (Marcell)
Left in the valley of indecision Left in the valley again Lost in the valley of indiscretions I'm lost in the valley again Lifting the veil of incrimination I'm lifting the veil again Found in the valley of contemplation I'm found in the valley again. And I can't go on I need you here with me I can't go on Without you here by me. Tricked in the valley of contamination I'm tricked in the valley again. Lost in the circuits of the interference I'm lost in the circuits again. Gone is the world where we could run like kids Never to be seen again Lying in the sudden of the realization I'm never goin' back there again. And I can't go on I need you here with me I can't go on Without you here by me.
copyright 1993-2001 errogeneous jones music
Mystery of Our Love (Marcell)
You don't have to worry In the pale blue night You don't have to worry 'Cause I've got you on my mind I'd never leave you or hurt you Or do anything unkind You gotta believe me now Thats not what I got in mind When I'm with you When I'm with you When I'm with you, babe When I'm with you And when I wake up You're the first thing that I see And when I go to bed I thank the stars above Because I love you And I know that you love me And that's the mystery, babe The mystery of our love Of our love Of our love Of our love Of our love.
copyright 1993-2001 errogeneous jones music
Incredible events The world has forever changed... What will tomorrow bring? --babajohnny September 14, 2001 Can I be more Open Loving, kind and forgiving? Can I learn to put aside My anger, resentment and uncaring? If I merely react to pain And perceived injustices I am alone, an animal; In love I can awaken, Rise above my doubt And Embrace the Eternal...
-- babajohnny August 22, 2001
Still cloud Gentle breeze Alive in this moment Vibrant Universe!
-- babajohnny August 22, 2001
Years of solitude the sacred ground A gnawing belief in some inner good Beyond outward forms, appearances that you and I are One Related, yet seperate and seperated Though never really alone. The distant shoreline crashing waves and coastal birds Serving to remind us of our journey home And the simple truth No matter how distant We are One.
--babajohnny 2001. </b>
The Joy of Prayer
Beneath the wintery sky, I surrender all to my Christ; He fills me! --1-15-83, babajohnny
Ocean Drive (Poem for Kate)
Waves crash, crescent moon jellyfish, jellyfish all the way home We cross the Cole Park grounds Towards the black night pier Kate and I hold Isaacs' hands and stroll past the fishers with their coolers, and tackleboxes and smokes And Kate tells me how the jellyfish maybe stung her (on the knee); And we part with our friends in the summer night: "I'll call you on your cel phone in the morning!" And do a U-turn on Ocean Drive Towards home
Primordial Heart Sutra No. 1
Walked down Houston street, past tall boys with severe haircuts and dye-jobs, past the stranded tourists like starfish, past the cafe, and the latte-drinkers (aegis of similitude) to this fine spot here by the fountain where there is shade and coolness, and overhead the sky is not cloudy all day... this then is where I sit, desolation angel, and observe the "I-I" scribbling these notes on a scrap of grey-lined paper; "it" observes the world 'roundabout it, and sips strong coffee in the mid-day sun... Non-identified, a fleeting moment in a series (of fleeting moments) passing into primordial oblivion like a slow motion arrow seen passing before it's eyes into eternity. This series then forms some part of the past, a part which is barely glimpsed, yet underlies all future action. What part then will "I-I" save; is there a part of this present immune from the entropic flow? Or is all lost? ...Food for the moon... Hot wind blows Across Hot concrete, But here I am overshadowed, And in a state of calmness, Aware of the possibilities In this moment Here and now.
Primordial Heart Sutra No. 2 Heart mantra Alive in this moment Lotus petals brush across my lips. Envelope me in your fragrance... Om mani padme hum... (An ancient prayer; jewel in the Lotus). Two lovers Hearts and minds as One Touching (as if) for the very first time... You kiss me like raindrops; You caress me like clouds. You kiss me. You kiss me like rain. Heart mantra Primordial One.
That Which Is, Is Christ. That Which Is, Is Buddha. That Which Is, Radiant Being. That Which Is, Beyond Mind. The Truth and the Way are inseparable; Where then are the Ten-Thousand Things? Heart to Heart, The truth is manifested. Heart to Heart, We are One. That Which Is, Remains undying. That Which Is, This very moment.
-- 29 October, 1999
Cafe' Du Johnny
Standing among the silent trees An overwhelming presence, a benediction He is aware of the birds, the rustling wind And the sound of the leaves beneath his feet. They called him savior, but that was long ago- Now his frail body trembles, drains of strength And he has come to nothingness, the "I" beyond the ego Fully surrendered to the one divine God.
THIS MORNING I SAW BEAUTY
This morning I awoke with a smile new moon, dark sky She said what is the essential thing love is the essential thing What is the randomness earth, sky, mind is the randomness A thousand christs or a single flower your father/mother in heaven knows the answer Pulsing like lightening on the horizon Movement or no movement is the same A vehicle for your ornamental mind In movement we define our reality In reality we dance our movement This morning I saw beauty Reflected in a smile Sleeping. UNTITLED #1
Cigarette smoke wafting towards heaven Black night full of armagnac and stars Gurdjieff and his father by the woodshed In Tiflis, 1902.
UNTITLED #2 Surrender to the "is-ness" of the Universe! Body and mind, dropped away! When you drop the question the answer appears. There is no Work; that is the Great Koan!
Riding the bus this morning My mantra is relax and renew, relax and renew, relax... Knowing all things under heaven and earth work together for what is right, The world is bathed in goodness and light. Each day I pause to say "thank you." Each day I begin again, anew. Surrendered to the sacred flow of life, Letting the universe unfold as it will, I embrace the eternal, present moment And rejoice in the name of the Lord. "May all I do and am return to praise the One." Amen.
SUBTEXT There is a current Running just below the surface Of which you and I partake Electric, intoxicating, wild, vengeful And bursting forth surprising patterns Manifesting unhesitatingly into our lives Yes, surprising us, when we were dead to The world, but alive to each other Bringing knowledge and remembrance Redemption and salvation Warm and wet and fertile and intimate Alive in us, alive in mortal I Grinding forward, dizzying, out of control That which comes into being, unifying, frightening Tender and loving, hungry destroyer of all worlds, Sacred earth, mother, goddess, birther, fire, imminent bringer of death The infinite "isness" of the universe Swallow us whole
UNTITLED #3 The sun setting in a midst of colors, The clouds move across the hiding moon; One man sitting zazen Drinking warm tea.
- Burwood (1983).
UNTITLED #4 There is no perfection. There is only perfection.
TWO MANTRAS I
I am merged With the Mindfulness Of the Present.
One Heart One Mind Endlessness.
-- adams' house, September 11, 1993.
Peace is like the raindrops on my shoulder.
-- September 23, 1993
The clouds move across my mind; Already I have forgotten them!
- September 23, 1993
This subtle mind-cloud; Here for awhile, then gone. Are you the totality of your experiences, your thoughts? Or perhaps it is all a dream; Waiting for the moment of Awakening.
-- November 22, 1999
Sign my Guestbook and Be Free
Farfalla de Madame
Comments: Qualcuno giovane di fronte ad un giro. (its Italian for the pooheads out there..) :D -----
Comments: Thanks, Alan, for those kind and reassuring words...whoever said i was an "adult" in the first place?! -----
Alan mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org Comments: Congrats on Joseph's arrival! What a blessing for your family. But remember, the adults are outnumbered in your house now. -----
Io-No mailto:DRobot01@msn.com Comments: Sidewalk slabs light up Flourescent radiation underlights a crowd A city vibrates with slowly increasing loops of amplified feedback Then, a theremin chick whistles by, hopping to a basket of color eggs
Across some water, the same -----
Shelly mailto:email@example.com Comments: The link on the Netscape header "View other sites like this one" - 'tis impossible! This is unique. Hope Spock & Picard come home soon. Possum, be gone. Call if you want to borrow 2 cats & a dog to rid your house of pests. -----
Comments: Missive on the freedom of the mind from a like-minded monk at the dawn of the modern era to a mystic muse at its dusk: May not a man be a Christian who cannot explain how the nativity of the Son differs from the procession of the Holy Spirit? If I believe in the Trinity in Unity, I want no argument. If I do not believe, I shall not be convinced by reason. The sum of religion is peace, which can only be when definitions are as few as possible and opinion is left free on many subjects. Our present problems are said to be waiting for the next Ecumenical Council. Better let them wait till we see God face to face. Peace, Johnny. Got a light? (1522) -----
mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org Comments: heartening, and warmth bring me rice with tomatoes on my plate...over, and over, as i bathe in flesh, sparkling stares, and everlasting kisses... soft as nature hisses -----
evana mailto:email@example.com Comments: a heart before twilight, a kiss before dawn...and my bodies of ocean become still unto the break, and within which, we all foresake -----
Comments: ah, the beach... surrendered to the isness of the moment, water rushing over my head; sand and sun and wind, a sense of well-being and calm pervades my being. Missy and I sat zazen in lotus posture in the water, a flowing timelessness, eternal moment! -----
jonnygonepomo's literary agent
Comments: jm- please excuse pomo's lack of closing parenthesis in his last guestbook entry. it's been a hard day for him. being a friday in reality and such. -----
personal message to babajm: johnny, I was walking down the street today and i just suddenly realized that none of this is real. that's it's actually ridiculous and even funny - the crazy human goings-on and how we misuse the substance of now. i know that human tragedy hurts, but we must accept loss as kerouac says (one of the fundamental rules for the modern - dare i say postmodern - spontaneous technique. i can't wait to see what lies in wait after this world. any thoughts? -----
firstname.lastname@example.org Comments: Just checking in John and Melissa. Sounds like things are cool at the Marcell house. Lots of stuff going on here, trying to sell our house, it's been hectic as hell. More later. -----
ken mailto:email@example.com Comments: Johnny, keep in mind: We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience. -----
John Navarro mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org Comments: I was riding a hovertrain through NeoComfort, a megalopolis of over 30 million citizens. This was still a small town compered to the big cities. I crumpled the waxy brown substance into some paper and lit it. Pushy billboards flashed by, their subliminal slogans overriding each other, rendering all useless for specifics, creating only a sense of lack, a need to accumulate. I'd had enough. The genome project had cut off my funds and my research had lost support from my peers, who once lauded my papers as the blueprints for a new branch of study-nasal warps. -----
Rainey none none Comments: Dear Johnny I seem to have left the "r" out of sure. - I am not sure what to feel anymore. -----
Rainey none none Comments: sue is alot to read. So we saved it. -----
Comments: I say that we, your friends, should ordain you instead of ULC. So it's official: Your are hereby Baba Johnny, Minister of whatever it is you're into this week. -----
Comments: so, like I just walked up to the hotdog vendor and said,"make me one with everything" -----
Tamii Rogers mailto:email@example.com Comments: write me! Oh, I went and saw that big buddha while back in the home land -----
Comments: what is the essential thing? breakfast tacos are the essential thing... yes, nunzio, working on possible drawlings and even a photo rainey took of me in j.paul sartre pose... thanks for visiting!--baba -----
James Cobb mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org Comments: Johnny---This is the third time I've visited your sight and I still haven't read most of it, but it's early in the morning and Pseudo Buddha had a late night (and not altogether great) gig last night which is leaving me just sleep deprived enough to want to deal with such as THERE IS NO PERFECTION, THERE IS ONLY PERFECTION with my coffee. I promise I'd get further into this homepage of yours if only I had some breakfast tacos. Alas, I don't. THERE ARE NO BREAKFAST TACOS, THERE IS ONLY NO BREAKFAST TACOS. Add some inimitable BabaJohnny drawings, eh? -----
Comments: baba, forgive me, had to try to see inscriptions in guestbook -----
Comments: Great stuff JohnStar -----
babajohnny mailto:email@example.com Comments: dear jonnypostmod: thanks for the comments; yes psychic-oneness-connection via the internet is the FUTURE... i'll look into a more interactive format. in oneness --babajohnny -----
jonnypostmod mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org Comments: baba, please forgive intrusion just wanted to read offerings in guestbook once again. maybe you can work something out with the great void that will allow visitors to view guestbook and interact. creating web of love transparent rising across skies to hold whole earth in its silent, unseen heart? -----
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"And work consists in subjecting oneself voluntarily to temporary suffering in order to be free from eternal suffering." -- G.I. Gurdjieff (Page 357, "In Search of the Miraculous; Fragments of an Unknown Teaching," by P.D. Ouspensky c. 1949, Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc.)