WildWestOfEnlightenment

Yakaboobis and his best friend Yakataboof had an urge to go on a journey.

“Where do you want to go this time?” asked Yakataboof. “We’ve been home for a while, what’s a good place to have some fun and cause some good-hearted trouble?”

“That last trip to the outer rings of Blue Tarn proved to be of some considerable fun. We could go there and explore the inner rings this time” Yakaboobis suggested.

“I heard there was a lot of construction going on there for the next few years” replied Yakataboof.

“Oh yeah, they have been working on the inner rings for decades now. The outer rings have all the action now a days.”

“And the best women” laughed Yakataboof.

“You mean the ones with the big drippy open hearts that will have you laughing five seconds after you walk through the door?”

“Yep, remember Saddlebag Ma?”

“Who could ever forget her! When the music started she moved those saddlebags of hers like there was no end to the quaking mountains.”

“Good times, so where should we go? Any great intuitive flashes Yakaboobis?”

“I have been keeping my eye out for Earth 2. It has some good attractions.”

“Yeah? Too bad what happened to Earth 1.”

“What do you mean, Yakataboof? Earth 1 was really cool towards the end. Do Feeling Whopper even lived there for a spell.”

“The Do Feeling! Man that God Man frog, wasn’t he the best?”

“Sure was, he even started a new world religion before he light-escaped out of there.”

“Where did he go?” Both men laughed and laughed.

“What’s going on on Earth 2?” asked Yakataboof.

“Everything is just starting up—everything is brand spanking new. All sorts of new manifestations. I heard it is the wild, Wild West of creative manifestation.”

“Any women there?” asked Yakataboof.

“Gotta be, if we are going there” laughed Yakaboobis.

Both men leaned over their maps of the universes of light contained formed places. “Here’s Earth 2, found it, Yakaboobis.” “Look, not too many light skip jumps from old Earth 1.”

“Yeah but Earth 2—got two of everything—2 suns, 2 moons. Must be a pretty interesting place” observed Yakataboof.

“Let’s pack, don’t forget your light sabers.”

Yakataboof did his silly waving-his-hips-around dance. “Never leave home without my saber” he laughed.

The goddess of motion picture movies felt that a movie of Yakaboobis and Yakataboof’s travel to Earth 2 would be a valuable teaching aid for all her children—of which she had many. Her children usually edited those crazy guys’ movie moves and her grandchildren usually composed the musical score. It was a family endeavor, a public service that kept her standing as goddess in good standing. The two crazy cohorts had heard rumors that they were being filmed and that their exploits were well known throughout the cosmic domain. They didn’t seem to care and even though they were quite famous because of the Goddess CineMa’s portrayal of them, they never attended any award shows, nor were they ever interviewed. They didn’t even give a shit about being famous. They had some cousins that had the family resemblance, so Maka & Taka usually paraded around as them and enjoyed the attention.

“Fame is so meaningless and so not cool” Yakaboobis quoted himself.

“Don’t care for it myself,” echoed Yakataboof. “I’ve got no problem enjoying the curvaceous.”

“You sure don’t, Yakaboobis.”

“How does CineMa do it?” asked Yakataboof. “I’ve never even seen a camera around—or a mic?”

“Man, CineMa is the goddess of subtlety. My guess is she uses nanobots—they are so small as not to be seen by the naked eye. Have to wear binoculars or microscopic lenses or something like that to even see them.”

“Oh these modern times, what will they come up with next?” asked Yakataboof.

“I don’t know, goddesses can work in mysterious ways. Ever fall in love with a goddess, Yakataboof?”

“Yeah, but that’s a long story. Ever been to CineMa’s house?”

“Didn’t she trick us once to a party at her place and then tried to premiere her latest dribble about us?”

“Yeah, yeah, we saw it coming and ducked out before we rang the front doorbell.”

“CineMa’s parties can be a lot of fun if we’re not the guests of honor.”

“She does have some amazing stories and movies she has shown over the years. Remember the one of Do Feelin singing opera in his underwear?”

“Yeah! Loved it! His veins were popping out of his head and he had all his lovely girls swaying—everyone was dripping in love with him!”

“Do Feelin is a classic, an actor’s actor—the man or frog for all times.”

“Yeah, CineMa’s done some good work, especially when it comes to Do Feelin.”

“There will never be anyone like Do Feelin.”

“You’re tellin me.”

Yakaboobis and Yakataboof took pleasure in remembering their dear friend. They knew that Do Feelin was still hopping lively in his own frog like way. No one knew his whereabouts, he had jumped his most perfect jump—his final jump into Divine Translation. He was the guy that invented the road map to the Great Beyond that is at the Heart of the Big Nothing and the Big Everything. He had come and shown everyone how to get here and Yakaboobis suspected that he had never left for anywhere. His presence was always so tangible—you could eat it like a satisfying meal of sweet cakes and cream.

The two men slapped each other high—enjoying the presence of Big Do Feelin.

“Let’s get going, Yakataboof. Earth 2 can’t wait forever.”

“Yeah, after what happened to Earth 1, we got no time to waste. Wonder if CineMa has any good movies about Earth 1.”

“Well if she made any, hope we’re not in it” laughed Yakaboobis.

“Ready, man, let’s do our light swirl dance thing. Earth 2, here we come!”

The only girl who lived on Earth 2 was self-named. She called herself Ashen, as nobody ever named her. It was her chosen name and what it meant was obvious to her. As she never grew older as of yet, and her legend grew, her status as a living girl—as the only girl who existed on Earth 2—receded into the subconscious of all the living beings on Earth 2 and no one ever mentioned her by name. She was revered and felt in the minute space between heartbeats or the space and moment between the in and out of breaths. She was as tangible as the Earth was but one had to stop and feel the space that held matter together to know her and no one could do that without great training. Because Earth 2 was such a new place and parts of it were still just being imagined, there were no established mystery schools to train any acolytes. Earth 2, which she had named “My living Heart Rock” and became known as Living Rock, was her place where she held the power of her energy for the purpose of dream knowing her. The inhabitants who were living there were unaware of the true purpose of being there on Living Rock and were busied by the mighty pursuit of staying alive as long as possible. It was the wild west of procreation and the subtler bigger picture of a little girl’s whereabouts and a little girl’s power to dream alive—to Self-Recognize oneself—was just an uncomfortable impulse, a lapse into the insanity and uncertainty of letting go of one’s self. One had to be centered in a strong corral of instincts to be preserved here for any length of time. The gate of the corral could not be opened, not at this early time, not in the beginning of things, not in the beginning of the story. So Ashen, the only living girl on the Living Rock, was never seen or almost never seen by anyone. But she is very important to the story of Earth 2, of Living Rock, and she is the pulse of everyone and everything on Living Rock. How she came to be, no one, not even she can explain, but how she is known—that is the story or adventure everyone at some point must take up. Without her, no story can come true or be told, but the most obvious truth or knowledge is always overlooked until one is so befuddled and humbled by the failure of their own occupation with themselves that they finally and simply let go of their dreams of living and actually let life live them. That is when one begins to sense her.

Living Rock was truly a magnificent planet with many of the features that made Earth 1 so beautiful. Yes, mountains and waterfalls, great rivers and blue reflecting lakes, vast forests, meadows of grasses and naturally abounding sweet tasting fruits and nuts. There were an almost infinite number of plants—simple and complex—and food was available to be eaten just by knowing where to look and what to pick. There were differences from Earth 1—there were no mammals, no birds, no fishes, no reptiles on Living Rock. Birds chirping and singing in the wee hours of the morn were not heard, nor the sounds of beasts grunting and fighting or galloping across the plains. It was quiet of these sounds. The winds blowing through the trees and grasses, their songs and whistles could be heard. The plant life on Living Rock—if one listened one could hear the sounds of their songs as the wind came through.

And there was another difference that Living Rock had from Earth 1. There were people and cities beginning to come up but the kind of people, or rather the sex of the people, were different from Earth 1. They were not entirely females and males, rather they were bipop. Bipops’ strongest instinct was to stay alive indefinitely. The second instinct, to reproduce, interfered with their drive to live very long lives, and reproduction was a choice only a few people made. Reproduction occurred in their twenties (if chosen) and would hasten their aging processes. If reproduction was not chosen, the sex drive and its results were suppressed by the Mawoni plant and eventually disappeared altogether. Men and women developed after that period with all the strengths that were combined by co-joining male and female attributes. After 100 or 200 years no one could really determine the original determining sex of the person.

Mahoot and Yahoot had yet to determine their choice. They often went back and forth about it. Mahoot, the older sister by one year and four months, felt she wanted to stay as a woman and reproduce. Yahoot frequently argued with her about her leanings away from a long, long life. Yahoot was adventuresome—she wanted to see as much of Living Rock as a long, long life would allow. Having kids and then dying 40 years later was a waste of a life for her pursuit of fulfillment.

Yahoot wanted to visit the other peoples of Living Rock. She had heard of the South people’s amazing inventions that helped them travel on the waters. She had heard of the North people’s imaginative architecture and how they loved to tell stories and entertain. The peoples of the East loved to run and often had long distance contests. She wanted to run in one of them.

Mahoot and Yahoot were sisters of the West and the West was known for healing plants and taking plants for wild imaginative conscious provoking adventures. Mahoot often had visions when she took plants—and one plant called Yosum was her favorite. While under its influence she had a vision that the two sisters would meet two men and that these men had never undergone the “choice”. She thought about her vision at times, she tried to make sense out of it. Were there people, men on Living Rock, who weren’t bipops? How could that be? Maybe this vision is just an imagining I have, she thought. She told her sister about the vision and they were both intrigued by it. Not all her plant-induced reveries made sense; the future is a strange place—wild and untamed, new and alluring, disturbing and frightening, she thought.

Yahoot was keeping a journal. She wrote about her plant conscious provoking adventures. Like her sister, she favored the Yosum plant but she combined it with two seed flower plants. While under the “bright 3” as she called the plants, she often found herself meeting different people from different tribes. Sometimes, but for only the briefest of intervals, she saw a little girl who would form from the sands of Living Rock itself. The girl never spoke, only danced, hopped and smiled at her. Many times Yahoot danced and hopped with the girl and enjoyed herself till she was exhausted. Yahoot asked her where she was from. The little girl only smiled and laughed and danced even harder. Yahoot loved her spirit and finally the girl conceded her name to Yahoot. “I am the only living girl” she whispered into her ear. Yahoot didn’t understand what she meant by this. She just knew that her adventures with the girl made her feel top notch alive. Yahoot never told her sister Mahoot about her experience. She thought it would lead her sister down the road of reproduction and she couldn’t imagine a well imagined life without a long life with Mahoot. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely.

Yakaboobis and Yakataboof had landed. No one was there to greet them at their arrival as expected. They folded up their map of 1st place home and the 2nd map of where we are going here and put them in a well-sealed pocket in their shirts. The maps weren’t totally necessary for their travels but were helpful in keeping a thread of conscious intent of their whereabouts and where they have been.

“Already like it” Yakaboobis declared. “Not much mind matter.”

“Yeah, fresh and clean with no psychic pollution as yet.”

“Like a new born babe,” laughed Yakaboobis. “Let’s follow the yellow brick road.”

“Nah, that’s been done and re-done and retold. Let’s wander through the forest up ahead.”

The two men were excited about their travel to Earth 2. They had heard the tales that Big Shakti Mama of Earth had a little sister and she had a plan to run away from Earth. She had left right before Earth 1 had glowed into a bright aura of white light and melted away. “Ah, she was on to something, on her way” Yakaboobis thought. Big Mama Shakti had danced her last on Earth.

“Do you remember Big Mama Shakti?” asked Yakaboobis.

“How could anyone forget her? She was the very best in bed—Her energy was inexhaustible” answered Yakataboof.

“What happened to her? I mean after the Earth did its final glow?”

“Where do shaktis go after they glow?” answered Yakataboof.

Both men laughed. They both knew the energy of everything even when it was tied or combined to a place couldn’t disappear really. The old Consciousness=Light=Energy is Reality. All was always fine in their understanding. Still, they enjoyed the story of movement—of getting someplace. Earth 2, Living Rock, was in their estimation a good fresh place, a good start. The shakti of the place felt irrepressible, playful, fresh-smelling like a baby’s new body with the innocence of a little girl’s spirit.

“Yeah, that’s where Big Mama’s little sister went—this is her place now. Yeah, Taboof, she is here, energizing the way for all here.”

“Big Whoop!” both men clapped.