Stinkronicity & Tantric Connectivity Unraveled

What Evidence I Find for Stinkchronicity

I tell a tale of grief, unexpected resolution, and stinkronicity, synchronistic incidents of an unfortunate kind.

This twilight tale of stinkronicity that catalyzed me and my ex-husband’s break-up was when I met a man who had my dead dad’s namesake. I wouldn’t have been so dumb-struck by the eerie nature of this meeting except for the astounding number of synchronicities and the fact that his name was William IV, which was my murdered father’s name, number and all. He even had a IV tattooed on his wrist.

I actually met William through a girl I had repeatedly run into around L.A. in the month preceding our first meeting. That month, a painting of Kali (painted by my ex-husband) burned to ashes on my altar, leaving behind what looked like a smoke angel of ash. I had been running around L.A. in a too too and black rabbit ears saying I was Kali, and now here I found myself in bed with my dead dad’s ghost. Kali had her work cut-out with both me and William, and I later became his Kali and cut off some of his false ego. His presence in my life unexpectedly cut off some of my own false ego.

The first time I ever laid in William’s bed, I noticed that he too had a burn mark up his wall that he claimed came from a ghost wrenching a candlebra in mid-air, making the candle fall and scorch the wall. He didn’t believe in ghosts until he saw a shadow on the wall and the metal candle-holder bending by itself. He covered up the burn mark with a Day of the Dead poster. My dad’s real spirit later told me after my near-death episode that he had conspired with another spirit to bring me and William together. To add embers to the ash of this ghostly love story, William’s nickname was ‘Zombie.’ Imagine my new lover’s chagrine upon hearing that I thought I was dating my dead father’s ghost. How could I not?

Looking around his apartment for the first time, I noticed that he had a lot of the same philosophy books that my real father had and an Irish rosary with “Erin” (my name) in the middle of the cross, hung on the weight bench in his bedroom. Talk about heavy psycho-erotic emotional weight-lifting. In my adolescence and 20s, I majorly suffered from martyrdumb (me in blood on the cross of my own undoing). Besides being an art warrior who willingly let myself be a martyr artist to drill anarchy and existential torpedos into my environment, I was also a co-dependent romantic tragic, which I believe to be the result of my dad being murdered right before I hit puberty.

Meeting William IV version 2.0 had the effect of bringing up 14 years worth of buried grief on account of stoically deciding at 12 years old that I needn’t be effected by my dad being murdered. “Life goes on,” I told myself. Years worth of co-dependency, candida, ovarian cysts, uterine fibroids, and anorgasmia with men later in life, William had the key to de-frag my sexual motherboard. It was only through the poetic strength of synchronicity and ‘saving my dad all over again’ that I was able to surrender to orgasm with him. I never had a problem being anorgasmic with men again. I also helped him to become orgasmic with women which he was also unable to do before because of his own wounding.

To add to the synchronicity, he had a copy of “Surreality T.V.” which came in timely proximity with a spot I had gotten in an independent short called “Space Disco,” in which I played Bladerunner Pris’s evil twin sister. The original Bladerunner was actually written in my ex-husband’s trailer in Lower Topanga Canyon. One day, while walking to William’s office dressed in a clown nose, I found a balloon wand that looked like D.N.A. in the trash and brought it upstairs to his Hollywood post-production studio, where I saw a poster called “Witch Blade.” I set off some kind of weird cosmic bomb of anarchy because everyone in their cubicles started talking about the girl with a mohawk, insect glasses, and a clown nose. I had a strange existential almost erotic obession with zombie clowns. William would let me dress him up as a zombie clown and we would do unmentionable things together.

Later on, William became the post-producer of a surreal sexual performance art music video that I made and he wrote and directed a part for me as an Opera Queen of the Zombie where I sang Mozart’s Requiem, one of my favorite classical music pieces, the last piece he wrote before he died. William and I are still friends; I am still be-heading and pointing out the false and repellent parts of his ego, and I am currently writing a screenplay to help unwire the psycho-sexual shame bequeefed to us by Christianity that I know he will help edit when the time is ripe. My gay galactic drag queen ex-wife is going to be my co-star. Life in the Plazmodium gets rich when you’re writing the poem of your life.

My Thoughts Based on what I Know of Connectivity

In a quantum nutshell, connectivity is based on frequency; frequencies attract like frequencies. We become magnetic to the kind of energy we put out to the world. Quantum physics shows us our thoughts clearly influence reality, and that our expectations effect the result of the experiment on a sub-atomic level. Negative thoughts and habits can attract a crackhead prostitute wanting to know your social security number and calling you to rescue her from her pimp. Positive thoughts can manifest a boyfriend to help you de-program your childhood wounds covered in whip cream and a cherry panty sundae.

We are constantly sending energy signatures to the environment around us, and our environment responds by reflecting these signatures in the form of photo-reflective electron plasma that comes in the shape of people, places, and things that reflect our deepest desires and fears. We attract whatever we most think about and put our attention on. If we DON”T want something, we’re still thinking about it and can unconsciously manifest it. This is why people who don’t want relationships somehow always manifest them. (I’m not even talking about myself last week).

Perhaps the addictive crutch called co-dependency is an abused version of healthy connectivity: interdependent gods and goddesses who mutually benefit and support each other and create the universe through their sacred sex and dance. Who can think about this kind of cosmic shit when they’re just trying to get laid?

Which brings me to my next point. Kids, cover your ears, this is going to get cognitcoital raspberry fuzz on it: Post-coital quantum entanglement.

This fauxnomena can be rendered simple by this short story. 3 days after having my tantric lover puppy slut break up with me, I couldn’t stop obsessing about him. Sure enough, my friend Ricky Rivera missed the street we were supposed to turn- to see my ex-lover heading the other direction. The only thing I could say- dumb-founded- was ‘post-coital quantum entanglement.’

The energetics of post-coital quantum entanglement are simple. When we orgasm with a lover, we are literally merging energy fields with them. When we separate that joined energy field and still think about that person, why wouldn’t we synchronistically find each other on a ‘wrong’ turn? We are increasing the probability of running into them by putting so much attention on them with our thoughts and the fact that our energy is more mixed now.

At the core of tantric philosophy is the interconnectedness and interdependence of everything in the Universe. We are connected to everything everywhere. It is only our narcissicism and illusion of separation that tell us otherwise. Our sense of connectivity has been severed at its hungry ghost rectum root. Be careful what you put out, Golden Rule, 3^rd Law of Crap dynamics, yada yada.

In the poetic dimension of which synchronicity is king, connectivity is the quantum glue that holds this holographic universe up by the tentacles of its fractaled octopus arms. I hear octopi make fantastic tantric lovers, having eight arms and being synaesthetic communicators who can change the color and texture of their skin to make a point.

My cartoon altar ego ‘alien sexologist’ has made love to Octapesha’s octantrapuss in time-travelling comic books. She and I are connected by silly string in the poetic dimension. Octapesha tells me to remember my life is a waking dream and that he will always remove obstacles to communication for me so that I can adequately make a quackery of consensus reality itself.

Magic, Karma, & Causality

My Reflections on Uncertainty:

Is the cat alive or dead? Is light a particle or a wave? Am I pregnant or not? On a sub-atomic particle level, it is possible for light to be both a particle and a wave. However, Schroedinger’s cat showed us that with larger physical objects, it is impossible for the cat to be in both states: namely alive and dead, just like it’s impossible for me to be both pregnant and not pregnant, even if my fetus is made of tiny little atoms that obey the laws of Quantum Mechanics. Our expectations of whether light is a particle or wave affect whether light turns into a particle or a wave when under observation. This shows us the power of the mind in influencing matter. Material reality around can organize itself based on our expectations. An example:

There was a time when I lived in a very magical fairyland in Topanga Canyon surrounded by nature, with fields of lavender and my own art studio. One sunny afternoon, I was sitting in our outdoor bamboo living room, and thought to myself, “I need a hammer.” I turned around, and standing upright in the dirt, was a hammer. It was as if God heard my wish and stuck that hammer there right behind me. Now whether this hammer was there or not before I wished for a hammer, I can’t tell you for sure (though I have a feeling the fairies probably brought it to me as they were known to drop costumes and jackets that fit me perfectly in our campfire bamboo ‘living room.’) I certainly don’t remember seeing a hammer there before, My thoughts on this matter at the time were “I MUST be in the 4^th dimension!!! The veil between my thoughts and reality has become nearly invisible.”

“The next corollary to be drawn is that the mathematics of fourth-dimensional time are a totally different construct from the mathematics of third-dimensional space. It is absurd to apply measurements of space to define qualities of time. This was the root error of the twelve-month calendar and its offspring the mechanical clock: mistaking the measure of time for divisions of a circle in space. Rather, the mathematics of fourth-dimensional time are totally apart from virtually all the mathematical systems in use today, which are all a mathematics of space. Fourth-dimensional mathematics are fractal, radial and holonomic. The fractional, algebraic, and infinitesimally reductionist mathematics of space in some way can be regarded as being completely aberrant for never having been able to participate in a correct understanding of time. In fact, all of the rise of modern physical science can be predicated as a deviation for not being properly informed by the correct measure of time.” –Jose Arguelles

My Reflections on Causality

Karma Coma

So the Whole Universe,

Razberry Jillions of Eons ago,

Just Popped out of a Singularity,

Like a Shot of Energetic Plazma

From out of the Happy Genitals

Of Nothingness, For NO Reason…

Yet Spawning the Notions of Cause and Effect

That Rule our Minds Today.

Eastern religion could care less about the Big Bang,

But was riding right along on the

Karmic Elephant of Cause and Effect.

Karma then ran over Dogma, and left a pile

Of half-dead and guilt-ridden corpses,

Thinking they were the cause of their own demise.

Despise the lies of Original Sin Wrath of God Creation Myth

Was Isis the birth and Anubis the Death?

Was the Universe Expanding Entropy Caused by Egyptian Seth?

Was the Universe created from God’s tantric breath?

Causality is of particular interest to physicists, metaphysicians, and magicians. Metaphysicians and spiritualists often speak of karma (translated literally the law of cause and effect) which influences personal and collective reality. Karma simply means, what you reap will eventually be sown. Every action or cause has an effect, an observable outcome that influences our lives based on our past actions. Knowing this level of causality encourages us to be careful with our actions and thoughts. If thoughts influence reality (which quantum physics shows us it clearly does), then we would be wise to be careful with both our thoughts and actions to manifest the best reality possible.

In magic, it is said that for a spell to work, a magician must increase his or her wave function in order to more powerfully influence reality. Now there are many ways to do this. I myself practice tantra, yoga, and do a lot of chanting. I believe that all of these methods increase the wave function and magnetics of a person and enable one’s will to become more powerful. As magicians seek to shape reality according to their wills, it is important for them to understand how causality really works.

In the Book of Magdalene- by Tom Kenyon- Mary Magdalene speaks of the power of sexual energy to increase a person’s magnetic energy by practicing Egyptian sexual alchemy. By increasing magnetic energy through certain sexual and/or energetic exercises, a person literally becomes more magnetic in attracting whatever s/he thinks or desires. I have noticed that after 6 years of practicing tantra, whatever I want tends to come to me very very fast. The correct and sacred use of sexual energy then- has profound implications for causality. Increasing magnetics positively influences a person’s ability to speed up the process of causality whereby their desires create reality very fast.

Though Magdalene was portrayed in the Bible as being a prostitute, few people know that she was actually Christ’s wife and a Priestess of Isis whose sexual alchemy with Christ enabled his Ka (energy body) to become so strong that he was able to be resurrected after death. The priest class knew if you could control peoples’ sexuality, you robbed them of their power. The Church doesn’t want people to have power or control. It makes sense then- that they would intentionally distort who Magdalene was so that the secrets of sexual alchemy would be kept secret and they could more easily control society.

Is the Universe weird?

The more you use your imagination, the weirder things get- in a good way.  I suppose how weird the universe is depends on one’s Frame of Reference. If a black hole came close to a day-care center, would it suck all the crayons, dirty diapers, and little midgets into it? Past the fuzzy tentacles of the Event Horizon- would the rest of the Earth be spared? Am I day dreaming of Brown Holes where all the emotional crap of my inner world is being sucked back into the cosmic toilet of forgetting? Am I really here? RIGHT NOW? How do I know if everything’s an illusion? Perhaps I am here- and simultaneously living an existence on a parallel dimension or on another star system. Perhaps I am from aother star system and just a sojourner on Earth during this dimensional shift. HOW DO I REALLY KNOW except through inference and intuition? People think aliens are weird. Maybe aliens think humans are weird. Robots singing the Star Spangled Dracula are definitely weird. ‘Normal’ is the new ‘weird.’

The Meaning of Time

What attracts me to Chinese Medicine?

I have a deep and probing curiosity for holistic healing and understanding the mysteries of the universe as they pertain to the microcosm of the human body and mind. I have been fascinated by and practicing various forms of Eastern mysticism for awhile- more along the lines of Hindu and Tibetan Buddhist lineages- though Taoism was the first Eastern philosophy that caught my attention in my early 20s. I felt great wisdom in the simple poetic wisdom of the Tao Te Ching along with its connection to the natural world and elements. Also- I have had a private healing practice for awhile doing massage, pranic and crystal healing, but I would like to get certified in a modality that would allow me to have my own clinic, temple, or retreat center. I am currently raising funds to build a Native American church, retreat, and living facilities on Native American land in the Sonoran desert outside of Tucson, shared with me by my tantric Buddhist teacher.

What do I honestly think of Physics, really?

I think Newtonian physics probably needs an update, or maybe even an overhaul (I don’t know enough about it to really say), but I think Quantum Physics offers the keys to Western science explaining many of the seemingly inexplicable phenomena which mystics have known or practiced for awhile now.

I think in the past, mysticism has explained things science couldn’t touch, but I think that  we have a chance now to bridge the empiricism of the West with the wisdom of the East.

Quantum physics confirms many philosophical findings of Eastern mysticism: the effect of thought to change probabilities of the future and to influence matter, Emptiness (a Buddhist concept) as the interrelation between all phenomena and the space between sub-atomic particles. The actual sub-atomic particles that compose a human body fit on the head of a pin, meaning most matter is actually empty.

Have I ever experienced time “slowing down” or “speeding up?”

Once, when I was younger and home alone, someone broke into my dad’s apartment. While I was on the phone with 911, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes. In that instance, time seemed to speed up and re-play itself. Another instance of catastrophe warping my perception of time is when I crashed my car. It definitely felt as though time slowed down from the moment I lost control of the car to when it flipped over two times and landed upside down. It also felt like angels or some transcendental force took over the car. Miraculously, I walked away from that accident without a scratch, having crawled out the window of an upside down car that flipped over two times on a freeway in Los Angeles.

On a lighter note, I have had many experiences of time being transcended during meditation and especially Sufi spinning. When I spin, I feel like I enter a meditative space that is beyond time. This space of no-time could be called spiritual atemporality, where time does not seem to exist at all. I feel this kind of atemporality regarding karma accrued in past lives as well, where there is no karmic difference between the past and the present. For instance, during one of my staring meditations in the mirror, I was able to see a past life of mine and was given messages from Spirit regarding how that past life was affecting me in this lifetime. I was experiencing some of the negative repercussions of my past actions that were affecting me now, hundreds of years later. Through the disciplined chanting of a 100-syllable Tibetan Buddhist Vajrasattva mantra, I have been able to successfully burn through much of my karma. In the process of doing this chant, the negative feelings associated with past wrong-doing come back to me and I must experience them, feel remorse, and chant through it while visualizing Vajrasattva and his consort above me. Through this process, the cycle of cause and effect haults and past karma is cleared. The past has no more control over me and I do not attract the same things I was attracting when there were certain unconscious negative karmic causes involved.

My Thoughts regarding the 1^st Week of Class

I think it’s fascinating how the perception of time can differ so vastly depending on one’s Frame of Reference. I wonder then- how certain extraterrestrial civilizations perceive time as passing on Earth, and how that differs from our perception of time here.

I also reflected on the model of the hour glass and how our perception of time is speeding up as we head towards 2012. At the top of the hour glass, our sense of time is expanded. This correlates to the feeling of time in pre-industrial agrarian societies, where the effect of being in touch with the Earth gave one a sense of expanded time. Even 15 years ago, humanity by and large felt like there was more time in the day. I heard one figure a scientist had given about 5 years ago that 16 hours in a day then (5 years ago) was equivalent to what 24 hours was 10 years before that. According to the Mayans, the dimensional shift that is happening on Earth is speeding up our perception of time. By December 21^st 2012, we will be in the cinched part of the middle of the hour glass. After the crunch (and whatever strange phenomena occur during that time), our perception of time will start to unravel again as the hour glass expands on the bottom and we feel as though we are getting more time in the day again. The Mayans say that time isn’t actually speeding up, but that creation is speeding up, which is causing us to feel like time is actually shrinking. I notice this in my own life because 10 years ago, I only needed 8 hours of sleep to feel rested. Now I need about 10 hours to feel rested. I am often surprised at how much time has passed when I look at the clock and feel as though that much time couldn’t have passed.