Sunday, August 1, 2021

Arctic home in the Vedas?

 Very interesting theory I've come upon in my research on origins of Indo-European peoples. Here is a full Youtube playlist on the topic:



Origins of one's people

One of the most persistent and nagging interests of mine is Celtic culture, specifically the Druidic class, and, beyond that, the Indo-European peoples. Where did they come from? Who were they? The mainstream history narratives simply aren't true, whether due to manipulation or the fact that mainstream academic curriculum cannot keep up with the rate at which new information is now discovered, so the common "Celtic history" documentaries and books out there sadly just do not even skim the surface of who these people were. The Roman narrative painted pre-Christian European "pagans" as savages, beasts, ungodly men and women who needed saving. 

This, as well, is simply not true. But certainly paved the way for Abrahamic views to take over the European mind, transitioning a whole people away from Dharma, or universal natural law, altogether. But some of us remember, deep in our DNA, and will continue to resist and seek out Truth, on all topics. 






Sunday, July 18, 2021

Visiting the old home at Zen Forest

During my visit to Kentucky, I drove out to the cabin I used to live in during my early-mid twenties. Back then, it was landlocked in 300 acres belonging to a Zen monastery. We purchased 30 from them, plus the cabin. Some of my most fond memories are from that time period, with Vietnamese monks, Amish people, and Wendell Berry for neighbors, where I learned so much and moved through levels of consciousness, where I discovered philosophy and connected to higher ways of living, and I just wanted to go see what it felt like to me now. I was so happy to see that the person who owns it now is doing everything I dreamed of: they have a big vegetable garden, have dug out a lovely spring-fed pond, added on to the cabin, and otherwise just maintained everything and protected it as a nature preserve. Certain things broke my heart wide open, and I shed some tears on the drive in- that strange sensation of having lived many lives, most of which are put away to memory, then to have them intersect again in real life. A place from back then, which held the person you were then, you go meander over that same landscape now, with yourself now, but the place can never be revisited even when you go stand on that very ground, because so much has changed... 

It is surreal, bizarre, heartbreaking, but beautiful too. 

Hue Nang Trail (pronounced 'way-nong')


Just behind this sign (which is new to me, though the tree I knew) is the lotus pond and it was all in bloom. Across the gravel road and down a small slope is our old cabin...


And there's the old cabin.


The new pond down to the left of the house. This used to be only forest.





Here is what little the web archive held onto from the blog I kept during my time at Zen Forest.

Today

 Kentucky - a katydid and cicada symphony.



Dad in the distance



Saturday, July 17, 2021

Return




"In a revolutionary epoch, sometimes men taste every novelty, sicken of them all, and return to ancient principles so long disused that they seem refreshingly hearty when they are rediscovered."