Eduardo Duran - Quantum Coyote Dreams the Black World: Buddha in Redface Saga Continues

QUANTUM COYOTE DREAMS
THE BLACK WORLD

Buddha in Redface Saga Continues

Eduardo Duran
aka Teoshapye Ta Woapeya Wicsasa

Copyright 2019 by Eduardo Duran.

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CONTENTS

Upon suffering beyond suffering, the red nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for the sick world. A world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations. A world longing for light again. I see a time of seven generations, when all the colors of mankind will gather under the sacred tree of life and the whole earth will become one circle again. In that day, those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things, and the young white ones will come, to those of my people to ask for wisdom. I salute the light within their eyes where the whole universe dwells, for when you are at the center within you and I am at the at place within me, we are as one. Ta Shunka Witco aka Crazy H orse

Shakyamuni Buddha said in the Do-de Kalpa Zangpo, I manifested in a dreamlike way to dreamlike beings and gave a dreamlike ch, but in reality, I never taught and never actually came. From the viewpoint of Shakyamuni Buddha never having come and the ch never having been given, all is mere perception, existing only in the apparent sphere of such ness.

Coyote continues to dictate and I, remain the scribe of the Howl. I have made every effort to remain true to the Howl, and can only hope to maintain at least the intent as well as the content that I hear in the dictation. Simple but not easy, is an understatement of the task that has been given to me in this continuing saga of the events that have led to the possible destruction of all life in the plant-world as we kno w it.

It will be to your advantage reader if you have read the previous story of the Buddha in Redface. It will help you know some of the people who participated and continue to have parts on the grand opera stage that exists at the core of Coyotes Howl. There are new people who have been given parts in the ongoing opera and the story will perhaps be easier to follow if you have read the previous, although it is not necessary. Coyote has a way to connect what needs to be connected and also to disconnect what has been conne cted.

I need to mention that there is a reason why you, blessed reader have found this story. As you will see in the ongoing saga, there are strings of quantum entanglements in every intention, as intention is the birthplace of ceremony. Reading this story is part of the ceremony that started for me the first time I laid eyes on Tarrence. Of course, the ceremony had started eons before that and as I have learned, that ceremony has manifested in the plant world recently. Saying long time ago, recently and other words that indicate passage of time do not matter. Time as Coyote sees it, is merely a shapeshifting in elemental quantum shifts of entanglement that only arise as these energies move from dreamtime-blackworld and arise in what we know as plant world, i.e. ego func tion.

I take a bit of privilege and ask you to try to suspend, dare I say bracket your intellect as it will undoubtedly try to pierce into the soul of Coyote. Human plant world mind intellect is not capable of following Coyotes dream through the realms that Coyote traverses. It will be best to just read the words and let the heart do the rest. This prescription is not easy for most who have grown in plant world ego reality testing. Let the Howl give insight. It is the Howl that will resonate with primordial DNA, aka, junk dna and remind our shape shifting consciousness of our original instructions. These original instructions deeply coded from the first emergence of the original energy forms that are forever in har mony.

I also am giving my best effort to bring a different cosmological epistemology to Western thinking. It is difficult to express some of what is found in Coyotes howl in English because nouns are central to this language. Movement as a perceived reality is hopefully what I have been faithful to in this saga. Nouns which are merely static verbs cannot convey the depth of quantum memory and I hope that with this in mind you can move into the movement of the eternal howl and find a new way of perceiving your daily rea lity.

The original energy forms known to Mimbres and other people as Twins has somehow became disconnected. This disconnection occurs only in plant world perception as the energetic connection is timeless. Now it is time to turn the page and Howl. Perhaps Coyote will return the favor and with that the journey to the primordial Sipapu (energy source) will begin. And, perhaps by just looking at the words with or without understanding, the Mimbres Twins will once more return to their primordial elemental entangle ment.

Tarrence had been buried in the customary, ancient manner that had prevailed in this area since the dream began. The grave was covered with latillas (special sticks) or sticks lined up across the top with earth piled on the latillas. Covering his head and face was a ceremonial death basket, that had a hole in the center, as a symbolic or pathway for his spirit to initiate travel into the dreamtime and beyond into the void. After we left the gravesite, ceremonial place no one spoke. We left with a peculiar silence surrounding us. I noticed the Quiet One looked towards me and nodded as he walked along with the Bald Nun. Coyote dog also nodded and gave a quick smile. Ms. Chavez and Beerli walked off together and Morehei continued to sit meditating next to the grave.

This is as close as I can tell of the events that happened in the dreamtime. Tarrence still comes and visits in the dreamtime from time to time. He still has his crooked smile and never changes his mantraDont get distractedlet it go, watch the breath. I realize that the ceremony continues, and the balance has to continue by the building an altar in a place called Mortandad, where the destruction of the earth was plotted by the dreamersit will happen, it has already happened in the dreamtime. The union of the fire rocks, known as uranium and personified by the Hero Twins in Mimbres memory has already been accomplished in the primordial dream. In Tarrences log I found a simple poem, which I will pass on, as an ongoing blessing from Tarrence. At first read, the poem made no sense. After dreaming, being in the circle of dreamers, traveling and deciphering a parchment the poem is beginning to make itself known although the final meaning is perhaps only known to Tarrence. The Poem continues to know itself, and the awareness of the poem is changing my reality and perhaps reality itself, as we will see in this journey.

The Hero Twins became out of nothing,

Holding hands,

One left hand,

One right hand.

Then their hands separated,

One Twin went one way,

The other another way,

Lost to each other.

They continue the search,