Friday, December 3, 2021

Immortality, Divine Anarchy, & Eco-Revolution

Immortality, Divine Anarchy, & Eco-Revolution Update fr. The Earth First! Media Ctr. Garberville, CA @ 3:00PM PST§ion_id=871§ion_id=868 Warmest spiritual greetings, Following a morning of watching the news on the big screen, my comment to Earth First!er Andy Caffrey was simple: "The center is NOT holding in this civilization!" It's not just the constant stories of abominable behaviour by the youth, but the evil, crazy, "worms in excretia" that comprise the adult population as well. We know that this is the dark phase of Kali yuga, and that the demons will be destroyed, and that this world will be returned to righteousness, which will then herald in the Satya yuga. [Of course, if this is the final yugic playout, then the entire creation will be reabsorbed into Brahman for a gestation period, until (perhaps) such time as another yugic cycle commences. Nota bene: Even the Vedic astrologers do not know the specifics.] For now, if you have either advanced to the stage of a Jivan Mukta, or are solidly on the way, let us collectively drop the attachment to the body-complex altogether, and without interference, let the Brahmic vrittis take over. In other words, let the thought waves created by the Divine Absolute occur in the mind, and then allow the subsequent actions to take place. This is the ideal situation in yoga. Please know that the social security benefits have come in, and thus I am ready and eager to move on for more frontline spiritually focused direct action, what with the digitization of the Earth First! video archive accomplished and stored in the cloud; Andy doing the technical work and myself contributing financially and otherwise. You are invited to contact me with an invitation, to join with you, if you identify with where I am generally coming from. It's simple. Thanks for listening. 😊 Craig Louis Stehr Email: 💲 P.O. Box 938, Redwood Valley, CA 95470-0938 Telephone Messages: c/o Andy Caffrey (213)842-3082 Blog:

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Whales Weep Not! by D.H. Lawrence

Whales Weep Not! D. H. Lawrence, 1885 - 1930 They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs. The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of the sea! And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages on the depths of the seven seas, and through the salt they reel with drunk delight and in the tropics tremble they with love and roll with massive, strong desire, like gods. Then the great bull lies up against his bride in the blue deep bed of the sea, as mountain pressing on mountain, in the zest of life: and out of the inward roaring of the inner red ocean of whale-blood the long tip reaches strong, intense, like the maelstrom-tip, and comes to rest in the clasp and the soft, wild clutch of a she-whale’s fathomless body. And over the bridge of the whale’s strong phallus, linking the wonder of whales the burning archangels under the sea keep passing, back and forth, keep passing, archangels of bliss from him to her, from her to him, great Cherubim that wait on whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end. And bull-whales gather their women and whale-calves in a ring when danger threatens, on the surface of the ceaseless flood and range themselves like great fierce Seraphim facing the threat encircling their huddled monsters of love. And all this happens in the sea, in the salt where God is also love, but without words: and Aphrodite is the wife of whales most happy, happy she! and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.

Thursday, October 28, 2021

Awaiting Kalki, 2nd Coming of Christ, & Maitreya Buddha

Warmest spiritual greetings, Having deposited my past due $1400 Federal stimulus check today, there is sufficient money in my bank account to allow me to leave the comfort of the Voll Motel in Ukiah, California and join with other jivanmuktas (liberated souls) for the expressed purpose of destroying the demonic and returning this world to righteousness. I want you to fully know that I do understand how ridiculous the postmodern situation is on planet earth. I assure you that the insanity, abominable global social environment, collapse of ecosystems, and the fundamental ignorance of billions (who do not know their own true nature, as they continue to identify with the body and the mind, serving a cruel master which does not even exist) is comprehended by me. I am operating under no illusions whatsoever. I understand that there isn't any housing available for me anywhere. I understand that a mundane life ends in death. I understand that most of us probably are not going to win the lottery. I understand that this world is basically shot. Believe me, I've got it! I have paid up at the Voll Motel through October 31st, at which point the social security benefits come in. Okay? An absolute power is at work here. If you know this, let's organize. A presence at the major points of this Kali Yuga horror show is necessary right now. I mean NYC, D.C., international climate justice gatherings, The Hague, and wherever else that the Divine Absolute directs. Thank you very much, and I look forward to being in solidarity with you, for spiritually focused direct action on the planet earth, as soon as possible. Craig Louis Stehr Email: October 27th, 2021

Monday, October 18, 2021

What Would You Do in this World if You Knew that You Could Not Fail?

Awoke at The Voll Motel at 1:22 in the morning to a blissfully wet Ukiah, following the much needed rain. Quiet right now. An occasional vehicle goes by on State Street. Silently chanting the Hare Krishna Mahamantram, while fingering the large tulsi wooden beads, and watching the reflection of a silver haired head with a brand new haircut in the mirror above the motel room desk, upon which sits an ACER computer connected to the internet. When I was in India in the summer of 1994, Swami Krishnananda said that the Divine Absolute (which is the substratum of everything physical and mental) is easy to realize because it is oneself. But he added that it is also difficult to realize, because the body-mind complex is part of the worldly reflection of the Divine Absolute, and hence the individual has difficulty realizing that the Divine Absolute is oneself, and that one is not the body-mind complex. The swami (who, by the way, was the health advisor to the President of India at the time), instructed that if one stops identifying with the body and the mind, one’s problem is solved. He later sent me to the tapasya hut where the ashram founder Sri Swami Sivanandaji Maharaj spent twelve years performing yoga austerities. Sitting down in the once converted cow shed, the Ganges River flowing swiftly by outside, I took two breaths and instantly fell into nirvikalpa samadhi for the rest of the afternoon!! Later, returned to Sivananda Ashram and reported my incredible experience to the monks there, noting that India is a land of extreme contrasts…one day an upset stomach, the next day transcendental realization. One senior swami laughed and said: “Look you, in India, hell makes heaven tasty.” At that point, the tree that I’d been standing underneath exploded with the sounds of the monkeys in the branches overhead which I hadn’t noticed, startling the hell out of this body-mind complex. Ambled off to the meditation hall and sat down on the woven jute mats, awaiting the 4pm bell for tiffin (afternoon tea and snacks). At tea, Swami Chidananda told me that everything is Brahman, and that yoga boils down to adjusting the angle of one’s vision. The “Saint Francis of India” informed me that God is the eternal witness. On Guru Purnima, from the stage in Sivananda Hall, he invited everybody to stop identifying with the body-mind complex, realize their true nature, and go back to Godhead. I’ll be at The Voll Motel in beautiful renovated downtown Ukiah until Thursday at 11am. No plan beyond that. Thanks for listening. Have a nice day, y’all. ~OM Shanthi~ Craig Louis Stehr Email: October 18th, ’21

Saturday, October 16, 2021

My Retirement Plan

Sitting here in my guest room at The Voll Motel in upgraded downtown Ukiah at 3:00 in the morning enjoying the Anderson Valley Advertiser online edition. More than a few local residents have asked me what I am going to do now, having left The Magic Ranch in Redwood Valley. So, I thought that I need to be clear and perfectly honest with everyone, as is my duty as a senior American citizen. Here goes: In the Bhagavad Gita, Sri Krishna states that he incarnates from age to age when necessary, in order to destroy the demonic and to return this world to righteousness. As explained by the group Harinam NYC (who chant in Manhattan’s Union Square and during inclement weather in the subways), in the present age, Sri Krishna has incarnated as the Mahamantram, which allows everyone by chanting to participate in destroying the demonic and return this world to righteousness. Therefore, what I will be doing henceforth is chanting the Mahamantram, for the purpose of destroying the demonic and returning this world to righteousness, which surely will be pleasing to Sri Krishna and his eternal consort Srimati Radharani. At the proper time, they will pick me up on the earth plane on their tour of the spiritual sky, and after a visit to Vaikuntha planet to visit with the god Shiva, will return to Sri Krishna’s planet Goloka Vrindavan, where I will exchange this body for a spiritual body to enjoy life in an eternal paradise. ~Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare~ Craig Louis Stehr Email: Blog: P.O. Box 938, Redwood Valley, CA 95470 October 16th, 2021

Sunday, September 19, 2021

~Summer Is Over~

The badminton court is empty Steady rain has made the ground soggy The net sags Rackets lean against a tree Shuttlecocks rest in the notch The hammock is soaked Volleyball, football, basketball, wiffle ball Golf ball, tennis ball, soccer ball Summer is over and we've had a ball While civilization fell apart all around us Craig Louis Stehr 18.IX.'21 The Magic Ranch Redwood Valley, California

Sunday, August 22, 2021

Chant the Name of the Lord

Chant the Name of the Lord and His Glory unceasingly That the mirror of the heart may be wiped clean And quench that mighty forest fire, Worldly lust, raging furiously within. Oh Name, stream down in moonlight on the lotus-heart, Opening its cup to knowledge of Thyself. Oh self, drown deep in the waves of His bliss, Chanting His Name continually, Tasting His nectar at every step, Bathing in His Name, that bath for weary souls. Various are Thy Names, Oh Lord, In each and every Name Thy power resides. No times are set, no rites are needful, for chanting of Thy Name, So vast is Thy mercy. How huge, then, is my wretchedness Who find, in this empty life and heart, No devotion to Thy Name! Oh, my mind, Be humbler than a blade of grass, Be patient and forbearing like the tree, Take no honor to thyself, Give honor to all, Chant unceasingly the Name of the Lord. Oh Lord and Soul of the Universe, Mine is no prayer for wealth or retinue, The playthings of lust or the toys of fame. As many times as I may be reborn Grant me, Oh Lord, a steadfast love for Thee. A drowning man in this world's fearful ocean Is Thy servant, Oh Sweet One, In Thy Mercy Consider him as dust beneath Thy feet. Ah, how I long for the day When, in chanting Thy Name, the tears will spill down From my eyes, and my throat will refuse to utter Its prayers, choking and stammering with ecstasy, When all the hairs of my body will stand erect with joy! Ah, how I long for the day When an instant's separation from Thee, Oh Govinda, Will be as a thousand years, When my heart burns away with its lustre And the world, without Thee, is a heartless void. Prostrate at Thy feet let me be, in unwavering devotion, Neither imploring the embrace of Thine arms Nor bewailing the withdrawal of Thy Presence Though it tears my soul asunder. Oh Thou, who stealest the hearts of Thy devotees, Do with me what Thou wilt For Thou are my heart's beloved, Thou and Thou alone. SRI CHAITANYA tr. Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood