Bubba[s] Yer No Buddha!...

Date: Fri, 20 Dec 1996 18:27:50 -0000 From: “Rudra O' Finn”;the_fenian@HOTMAIL.COM

Subject: Re: ‘...Bubbha's you're no Buddha...’

To: CELTIC-L@LISTSERV.HEA.IE Received: from 206.86.127.204 by www.hotmail.com with HTTP; Tue, 17 Dec 1996 10:41:23 PST

--To those claiming that ‘Michael Collins invented guerilla warfare,’ a posted item Ray *somehow* missed, I'll repost a missive that I took the time to compose off-list for the woman ‘pained’ by the ignorance of *others* that her son must endure...

(By the way, my mother-in-exile, denied myself, her only son, my entire life past my kidnapping at age three, suffers *pain*, too, as some FBI paid informant, ‘William Robert Sullivan,’ claiming, most *mish-takenly*, to be ‘black Irish’ when he's just ‘Ken Beard,’ an Internal Revenue Service-financed 'Rainbow Coalition' dirtbag who happens to be an African-American 'down wid da plantation system' in the U.S.of A...


* MIDI MUSIC ‘ Do do ta do do dah-ooo-ooh... livin’in the U.S.A....
somebody gimme a CHEESE-boiger...’*

...and who gets away with posing as myself with a whole 'family' of African-American's who've ripped off my entire familial upbringing and continue to plague my dear Mother, Mary Anne, who posts on this list and finds my missives-from-exile *comforting* as I indeed am 'still here'...)

By the way, Maqqi [and *C.P.*], you're no ‘mad mystical beggar monk poet,’ as Gendun ‘The Presence’ was known colloquially as the First Dalai Lama, long ago, and his self-realized and *self* indentified reincarnation, ‘Him Again,’ nor are these ‘coven of stooges in triplicate for their Internal Revenue Service committee-speak PSYCHO-blitherings’ anything but ‘cutty black sows’ awaiting rebirth as cockroaches with black-shards as fly-wings to be ‘bzz-bzz-bzz'ing’ their collective way across the path of one of mine own deeply-pained and non-understanding children, the Very Venerable Kalu Rinpoche, Sara or Peter, one of whom will most likely merit rebirth as a Dalia Lama, pausing to breathe in the pure clean air of ‘10,000 feet just like being 10,000 years old’ and stepping, as if by *accident*, on the lot of your minions...


...pity...
The very real Dalai Lama, His Holiness Tenzin Gyatso and a contingent of extremely pissed off Rinpoches highly *concerned* at the shockingly ignorant way this ‘bossman’ U.S. Fed.Gov't. is allowed to caluminate myself and my immaculately-phrased *teachings* will 'see y'all' in Court,,as even kind, tolerant Terrence Hallinan (genteel, Caucasian 'Boston Brahmin' Irish Catholic like my late grandfather Thomas Joseph Noonan), the ‘good’ attorney to Patrick's ‘bad,’ has had enough of your pet off-spring ‘Mary’ et al, your adopted off- spring ‘Norma Bates,’ a.k.a. ‘Ick-aah Dah-link and her Butcher's Knife--curs and all!,’ and the way you allow Schmidt and Canseco the cockbreath's and the dumbest crew of ‘intelligence agents’ in your Company's history, sordid as it has been, to *plague* my people(s). Best hit the law books there, too, ‘brother-man,’ and be better prepared than Attorney Crococile of de-Nile Janet Reno was when, last week, she went down in ‘buh-buh-buh’ flames before the U.S. Supreme Court, one of whose members, Mrs. Sandra Day O'Connor, remains most *impressed* by my ‘meticulous, methodical mind’ and the ‘way he does what he does’...

P.S. Yer head be spinnin' most likely there, avast ye mate, from da schtink of what ye ain't done, as well as what ye did manage to ‘dirty do’ regarding myself, your bastard son, and the life-of-exile I've thus been Hobson-choiced forced ‘to be...’


[sometimes oars of one's own making be mighty heavy...]

rudra/tom

I Know My Cue, Thank You...


Date: 5 Dec 1996 02:49:04 -0000 From: ‘Rudra Mac Cuhmaill’ ;forasnai@hotmail.com To: CELTIC-L@LISTSERV.HEA.IE Cc:

Subject: Re:’...I know my cue, thank you...’

[clearing up of a nom de plume alleged mystery then more Rudra:]

To: CELTIC-L@LISTSERV.HEA.IE At 12:14 PM 4/12/96 +0000, you wrote: >>Sharon, who thought [the mysterious Rudra] *was* Mr. Noonan >Completely agreed!

>RAY, Who looked up his old mails and found out that [Rudra] is Mr.Noonan, who only changed his name header!

>I'm trying to remember if there is a connection between ‘Occasion’ and ‘Fortuna’?
>>P.


[New material by Rudra follows:]

Well, I do not have my *source* material handy, but the allusion was to the Queen Elizabeth era of Ben Jonson and Will Shakespeare, whom Jonson termed a ‘teller of mouldy tales,’ per his penchant for re-telling History, a ‘guessing game’ quite popular among the Court, especially with Elizabeth and her minions. Rather high-handed, capricious and completely arbitrary as to ‘one day after the other,’ Elizabeth was depicted by ‘suggestion’ in a painting ‘Occasion on her Wheel,’ the Roman Goddess Fortuna having devolved, so to speak, into ‘Occasion,’ the ‘random luck’ *counterpoint* of the Furies.

Occasion--blindfolded, with a light scarf tossed over a shoulder, feet shakily astride a small ‘wheel of fortune,’sails blithely up the Thames while large warships, wind-sailed with haste, bend into the river going the *opposite* direction...You see, the ‘down-on-their-luck’ actors, poets and playwrights (performing one's art in ‘chapels of Satan,’ as one court spy reported to the English Church), bearing ‘fardels’ (backpacks) with all one's possessions from place to place, were enduring a ‘learning experience’ for *good cause*...So I'm afraid these ungrateful wretches did not think too highly of the High Wicca Priestess Elizabeth, nor, for that matter, her ‘male Christian witch’ successor, ‘fatty’ James the fink psuedo-Scot, as, ala ‘The Isle of Dogs’ and other ‘brutal parodies’ by that notorious troublemaker Jonson and has oft-patronizing and sometimes friend Will Shakespeare (depending on how troubling his times), some rather unflattering masques, artwork, etc.,managed to appear, often over-performed by these drunken ne'er-do-wells in bars and taverns amongst a rather ‘seedy lot’...

About this ‘Mr. Noonan,’ I'm afraid I don't know of what you speak; the only ‘Noonan’ I know is Circuit Judge John T, Noonan, Jr., of the United States Court of Appeal, Ninth Circuit, San Francisco, CA, USA--not personally, just by his pristine reputation (he's a devout Roman Catholic) and by his very fine opinions--one recycling Justice John Jay Marshall's 1800-something phrase, ‘Treason to the Constitution,’ concerning a federal court's ‘failure to act on a claim properly before it...’ Another good citing recently had to do with this astounding case, ‘Weems v. United States’ (1910) and ‘cruel and unusual punishment,’[the civil interdiction nature of teaching a 'vajra lesson of compassion'] in which he cited another Justice's favorite saying (Holmes, I believe, working without any notes, again, aiieee! no ‘net’ either...), about great cases ‘generating hydraulic pressure towards resolution’...

I did manage to find my ‘legal disk,’ on which is a United States Supreme Court case delineating the origin of the word ‘boycott.’ Yes, once again, the Irish have failed to get our due...[see ‘attach file’ in ‘text’ format which should transmit universally, if not contact me off-list about the nefarious English enforcer, Captain Boycott...]

Now, let me see, there is a ‘whack pupil on head with teaching staff’ attachment:trasmit button that my Tibetan Buddhist tradition had ‘special ordered’...Ah yes, here it is...What!, busy!, why you... (most likely my 74-year old colleague in Thailand--he is the best in our biz at said matter...)


with *dignatas*
rudra

Occasion on Her Wheel


Date: 3 Dec 1996 18:20:37 -0000 From: ‘Rudra Mac Cuhmaill’ ;forasnai@hotmail.com To: CELTIC-L@LISTSERV.HEA.IE

Subject: re:’...Occasion on her wheel...’

Found another one from the hidden treasures, ‘The Book of Driuidry,’ by Ross Nichols, fwd. Philip Carr-Gomm (Thorsons, London; Aquarius, San Francisco, 1990), in which he brings up a thread I've found a bit puzzling, too--Nichols, the founder of The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids (he died in 1975), wrote that while the ‘Wicca stresses polarity,’ Druids emphasize the *completion* of dialectics and, perhaps not coincidentally, are much more closely connected with Christianity.

Mine own contribution is the figure of Kundrie, an oval-faced, unnaturally-smooth-and-rounded-cheeked, ‘bovinely, not divinely, swaying her over-sized rump from side-to-side like a Bull of Lesbos in a china shop,’ as one female acquaintance of mine likes to refer to the ‘femmes sans grace’ or ‘nouveaux arrive\s’ re: true human rights that claim to have been ‘born enlightened’ so ‘they's don't need to suffer like the out-of-synch Western mind types thinking too much’ ( said with the yes-minions going, ‘Yup’ or ‘nope’ or ‘thas righ’). Kundrie was the crone of legend around the time of our much-disputed Arthur (found the final word on his name in Nichols' book, too: noting the Roman nobility connection to his grandfather, Auriellus Ambrosius, as well as Uther the Pendragon, his father--Arthur, reportedly secretly trained as a combination consul/tanaiste/filead by Roman military governmentals in Gaul, is the latinized version of the Cymric, ‘Aradr,’ meaning ‘strength’(p.132)...); anyway, this Kundrie wreaked much havoc with her protegee, Morgan Le Fay (NOT Arthur's sister, one of her ‘delusions of grandeur’ nor related in anyway to him nor the mother of any of his children, especially not Gawain, whom she kidnapped at any early age...); the basic Modus Operandi was something like, ‘Adam and Eve had it all wrong you see, men are from Mars and women from Mercury...’ In other words, they specialized in the ‘double, double, boil and trouble’ type of materialist alchemy real Druids, much like a Lakota shaman or one of mine own Tibetan Buddhist Rinpoches, find ‘morally repugnant.’

To further fuel controversy, I'll add some reflections on this bannering oneself as *pagan*, as this Kundrie and her Kult of Hecate fit the ancient meaning of pagan quite well, in the way the Romans meant a ‘hick’ or ‘rube’ or ‘country bumpkin,’ whether, to modernize the matter, one of them/there ‘generations of inbreeding from the hills of Tennessee’ or, ala the Stevie Wonder song, ‘Just Enough for The City,’ the dupe fresh off the bus, ‘Hey slick, here hold this bag, I'll be right back,’ police sirens approaching while he muses, ‘New Yawk City, jus like I pick-sured it, sky-scrapers and everyting’...In other words, religion did not enter into the equation at all, nor did culture, but ignorance and superstition did manage...

The matter becomes important because of all the damage and guilt (on others or self, one and the same) inflicted in the ‘name of religion,’ a matter meant to offer refuge to the weary, sanctuary to those of faith, refreshment for those in service of others--not battle-axes of every variety, ‘sound and fury, signifying nothing...

Our Celtic Grail Legend is a most perfect example. To return to Matthews' ‘The Elements of the Grail Tradition,’ I cited previously, one matter right on target is his use of the film, ‘Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade,’as a good example of the misuse of *mythos* causing ‘death to the evil seeker after eternal life,’ the one seeking power not grace, the film Nazi like the real Nazi's, bringing forth not blessings, as ‘moshe’ or Moses, the Hebrew tribal ‘lightening rod’ did from Heaven (not ‘shaking a stick lookin for water’ or other ‘country aphorisms’ 'splainin how ain't nuttin new under the sun, as the U.S.of A. is currently plagued with in the gross forms of fundamentalists of every jihading ‘X’ (Nero's cruel joke, teaching the Christians to ‘worship the agent(s) of one's own persecution,’ the X-shaped crosses littering the roads into Rome during his ‘set the fires and point da pinkies at another’ rule-by-immolation) and stripe--one big schtinkin brown morass of fecal matter, descending, according to the materialist First and Only Law of Plumbing, down, baby, down, in W.B. Yeats' ‘ever widening gyre’... the ‘beast’ indeed having ‘come again...’).

The Joseph of Arimathea that Matthews cites as the founder of the Grail Legend is another good example. Joseph was tried, convicted, and imprisoned for ‘body-snatching’ (he was discovered wrapping a ‘hundred pounds of balsam and aloe’ along with other *pharmaka* from Tyre, sorcerer's powders from the land of that fake ‘Queen,’ Sheeba the transvestite; Mary the Magdeliene had discovered the Christ missing from the cave into which he'd somehow disappeared, sealing it with a boulder behind him, after being pierced with not just the Lance of Longinus, cut loose from the cross and left for dead, finally; what Joseph told his cronies he was going to do was ‘bind the rabbi's[Christ's] soul in Eternal Bondage to our bidding,’ in service of what might be considered ‘pagan’ dieties--the type of ‘soul exchange’ once practiced among our Tibetans before Padmasambhava, Guru Je Rinpoche, circa 747 A.D., banished the superstitious and spiritually dangerous practice by beating the Bon-po sorcerers in a contest of rhetoric--before the bout the sorcerer's told, ‘Not to worry’ as their demons would psychically supply any answer to any question by misuse of ‘mind readings’--not being able to supply ‘wisdom,’ however, as when Padmasambhava anwered what that word meant with, ‘That which furthers,’ winning the debate with ‘aha!’s all around...)

This Joseph, upon his release from prison in 70 A.D., during a time still plagued by birth defects, sterility (no ‘goddess’ responsible) outbreaks of disease, etc, following the assassination of the Christ, set about designing Chalices of Blood (perhaps your clan goldsmith, Eileen, could assist as sovereignty goddess as well and research the dizzying array of ‘the chalice, the chalice’ designed with the same ‘bellows of Hades’ used to project cultural failings, scapegoat and exterminate those ‘others’ unluckily enough to be so identified, ala ‘the Irish Problem.’ The idea being, ‘if I can just find the right shape...’

My Tibetan Buddhist ‘elders’ indeed shake one's head in disbelief when told how the state-propaganda version of Christianity, spin-doctored by this ‘Saint’ Joseph, Bishop Iraneus, et al, formed a bizarre cult more akin to those of Count Dracula or that Teutonic Nazi-precurser, Count Gobineau and his icy-cold ‘social and racial eugenic engineering theories’ of Napolean III's ‘Carnival Empire’...

‘You mean they honor their teacher by drinking his blood and eating his flesh?’

This materialist obsession known today as ‘transubstantiation’ (say it like ‘Transylvania’ to see what we mean) indeed has a counterpoint--buried, if you will--right in our Celtic Grail Legend. As Matthews relates in Merlin's establishing the Third Round Table of the Grail, upon a Holy Day for the Druids, the ancient, bejewelled golden Chalice of Inspiration ‘shape-shifting’ appeared shimmering forth from billowing clouds, in the Spotlight of Heaven, generating strong faith among the Knights...

My Tibetan Buddhist tradition calls this spiritual process ‘transmutation,’ and I'll impart a sutra (thread) to further the matter:

--Absorbing the wisdom beings and mixing the three messengers-- (outer, inner and secret, progressively subtle, rich with emptiness and ‘hidden meaning’)

PHAM

Light rays radiate from the letter BAM at my heart and, leaving from between my eyebrows disperse into the reaches of Heaven. They invite all Tathagatas, Heroes and Yoginis...

DZA HUM BAM HO

The wisdom beings, bejewelled kind countenances from Tushita Heaven are summoned, dissolve into one's consciousness, remain firm and are delighted...

OM YOGA SHUDDHA SARVA DHARMA YOGA SHUDDHO HAM

Completely pure, contemplate invincible divine pride

--Putting on the divine armour--

At places in one's body arise full moon mandalas--at my navel is red OM BAM, Vajravarahi; at my heart blue HAM YOM, Yamani; at my throat white HRIM MOM, Mohani; at my forehead yellow HRIM HRIM, Sachalani; at my crown green HUM HUM, Santrasani, at all my limbs smoke-colored PHAT PHAT (expelling of poison, outwards...), essence of Chandika...

(The two letters are Father and Mother of each Buddha family, the names following goddess:consorts for each Buddha of the Six Aspects. In visualizing each color at each place, one recreates within the moon-sphere the eternally sporting play of male and female, generating varieties of great bliss and emptiness. When Buddha Shakyamuni was born, Heaven annoited his body with the five nectars, penetrating body and mind with wisdom, enclosing him with a protective layer of light. Strong faith in this Zone of Ahimsa (‘non-violence’) will protect one from harm...as the four Mothers--Lama, Khandarohi, Rupini, and Dakini--hold aloft precious jewelled vases filled with the five wisdom nectars and pour the nectar onto one's crown:halo, filling the entire body, purifying obstructions of body, speech and mind...

--Close with Eight Lines of Praise to the Mother--

OM I prostrate to Vajravarahi, the Blessed Mother HUM HUM PHAT OM To the Superior and powerful Knowledge Lady unconquered [as in the ancient Celtic meaning of ‘virgin,’ a woman ‘no man can possess’] by the three Mara realms of delusion HUM HUM PHAT

OM To you who destroy all fears of evil spirits with your great vajra HUM HUM PHAT

OM To you with controlling eyes who remain as the vajra seat unconquered by others HUM HUM PHAT

OM To you whose wrathful fierce form desiccates Brahma HUM HUM PHAT

OM To you who terrify and dry up demons, conquering those in other directions HUM HUM PHAT

OM To you who conquer all those who make us dull, rigid, and confused HUM HUM PHAT

OM I bow to Vajravarahi, the Great Mother, the Dakini consort who fulfills all desires HUM HUM PHAT

[Note: this PHAT is a powerful tool with roots in our Druid tradition as well--a generic expression of distaste, as in ‘involuntary expulsion’ at hearing something absurd, say, shaking a bony fist at the awesome being of Heaven; for a ‘real life example’ try complaining to one of my ‘elders’ about my augmentation of the above sutras made authentic again after misuse by the Shugden Cult Outta Hades...]

*’In former days there were many who had the reputation for being braggarts among the samurai...They were men with many great exploits to their credit and in no way deficient in the Way of the Warrior, but on *occasions* apt to be obstinate and so difficult parties in a conference. And when they were pressed in their *living conditions* and some incident arose from their *income* and office being incompatible with their high reputation, they would become reckless and say what they pleased without any regard for their company...But the braggarts of today are fellows who have never even put on a suit of mail...discussing defects...pointing out the failings...and certainly not omitting the misdeeds of their own comrades, while at the same time emphasizing their own superiority. Such shallow pates are a world apart from the brave *braggarts* of old, and should properly be styled slanderers or claptrap fools...[as] slandering anyone behind his back is the kind of thing no samarai ought to bring himself to do however weighty the business.’
‘Budo Shoshinshu,’ written in the 16th century by Daidoji Yuzan, English translation, ‘The Code of the Samurai,’ copyright 1941 by The Japan Foundation; Tuttle edition by A.L. Sadler, 1988, p. 64-65, 68.

le bro/n,
rudra, who wonders if the new conference
on intellectual property has a clue?

laboremus,
Rudra Mac Chumaill,
Namgyal Monastery ,Dharamsala, India

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