Cycling Peace

'NZTO:

2012-02-13T12:22:00.001-08:00

'NZTO:

Abrupt curbs,

Soft beds,

Friendly people,

Steep hills and narrow bridges!

Beautiful beaches,

All Black

About rugby; 'crouch rockets,'

And 220, 3-pronged.

I need an adaptor!

I remember the day

Four 'seasons' in one

Running naked, hey,

I saw the sun

Coming out behind that

'...Long Gray Cloud!'

Boats and bets,

Pies and muffins,

'No worry' here, best

Carrot cake in the world!

If you're into 'bying' a rug

We'll chug, and be

Champions again someday!'

11a0212 BLOK (Dedicated to Stephanie!)

2012-02-10T19:06:00.000-08:00

11a0212 BLOK

The Western symbol (Unicorn), suggests what…? 'Tis the Western way of identifying with the 'Third Eye' (center, above the two visual eyes). The 'Third Eye' suggests intuition, the energy that can 'guide' you, if you allow…

It's all about allowing,

Giving up,

Letting go,

To be loved,

Unconditionally!

Jesus brought the first concept of love into the world. Our idea (not new), Unconditional love!

'…Going back and forth…'

Tantric Taoism,

the intimacy of getting 'their!'

P.S. Yes, Stephanie, you are correct when you say it has to do with intimacy, but not the physical kind! Thus, we say, 'The intimacy, you name as intimacy or think is intimacy, is 'knot' intimacy.

110212 BLOK

2012-02-10T15:25:00.000-08:00

110212 BLOK

Renoyin!

Quan Yin Renoyin!

'To' become 'won!'

Duality becomes Singularity!

Unconditional love!

But, the unconditional love, you think is unconditional love, is NOT unconditional love!

'Freedom's just another 'wor(l)d' for nothing left to lose!' (K.K.)

Tantric Taoism, just 'won' way of getting 'their!' A way of getting beyond Duality.

So, relax, let go! Surrender! Submit! Commit! to something greater, you choose!

Living in the present, the NOW,

…'where 'it's located at!'

Information about the Goddess Quan Yin (courtesy of http://www.holymtn.com/gods/kuanyin.htm):

"One of the deities most frequently seen on altars in China's temples is Quan Yin (also spelled Kwan Yin, Kuanyin; in pinyin, Guanyin). In Sanskrit, her name is Padma-pâni, or "Born of the Lotus." Quan Yin, alone among Buddhist gods, is loved rather than feared and is the model of Chinese beauty. Regarded by the Chinese as the goddess of mercy, she was originally male until the early part of the 12th century and has evolved since that time from her prototype, Avalokiteshvara, "the merciful lord of utter enlightment," an Indian bodhisattva who chose to remain on earth to bring relief to the suffering rather than enjoy for himself the ecstasies of Nirvana.

One of the several stories surrounding Quan Yin is that she was a Buddhist who through great love and sacrifice during life, had earned the right to enter Nirvana after death. However, like Avlokiteshvara, while standing before the gates of Paradise she heard a cry of anguish from the earth below. Turning back to earth, she renounced her reward of bliss eternal but in its place found immortality in the hearts of the suffering. In China she has many names and is also known as "great mercy, great pity; salvation from misery, salvation from woe; self-existent; thousand arms and thousand eyes," etc. In addition she is often referred to as the Goddess of the Southern Sea -- or Indian Archipelago -- and has been compared to the Virgin Mary. She is one of the San Ta Shih, or the Three Great Beings, renowned for their power over the animal kingdom or the forces of nature. These three Bodhisattvas or P'u Sa as they are know in China, are namely Manjusri (Skt.) or Wên Shu, Samantabhadra or P'u Hsien, and Avalokitesvara or Quan Yin.

Quan Yin is a shortened form of a name that means One Who Sees and Hears the Cry from the Human World. Her Chinese title signifies, "She who always observes or pays attention to sounds," i.e., she who hears prayers. Sometimes possessing eleven heads, she is surnamed Sung-Tzu-Niang-Niang, "lady who brings children." She is goddess of fecundity as well as of mercy. Worshipped especially by women, this goddess comforts the troubled, the sick, the lost, the senile and the unfortunate. Her popularity has grown such through the centuries that she is now also regarded as the protector of seafarers, farmers and travelers. She cares for souls in the underworld, and is invoked during post-burial rituals to free the soul of the deceased from the torments of purgatory.

There are temples all over China dedicated to this goddess, and she is worshipped by women in South China more than in the North, on the 19th day of the 2nd, 6th and 9th moons. (For example, it is a prevalent birth custom in Foochow that when a family has a daughter married since the 15th day of the previous year, who has not yet given birth to a male infant, a present of several articles is sent to her by her relatives on a lucky day between the 5th and 14th of the first month. The articles sent are as follows: a paper lantern bearing a picture of the Goddess of Mercy, Quan Yin, with a child in her arms, and the inscription, "May Quan Yin present you with a son"; oysters in an earthenware vessel; rice-cakes; oranges; and garlic.) Worshippers ask for sons, wealth, and protection. She can bring children (generally sons, but if the mother asks for a daughter she will be beautiful), protect in sorrow, guide seamen and fishermen (thus we see her "crossing the waves" in many poses), and render harmless the spears of an enemy in battle.

Her principal temple on the island of Putuoshan, in the Chusan Archipelago off the Zhejiang coast near Ningbo, is a major pilgrimage site sacred to the Buddhists, the worship of Quan Yin being its most prominent feature on account of the fact that the Goddess is said to have resided there for nine years, reigning as the Queen of the Southern Seas. The full name of the island is P'u t'o lo ka, from Mount Pataloka, whence the Goddess, in her transformation as Avalokiteshvara, looks down upon mankind. Miao Feng Shan (Mount of the Wondrous Peak) attracts large numbers of pilgrims, who use rattles and fireworks to emphasize their prayers and attract her attention. In 847, the first temple of Quan Yin was built on this island. By 1702, P'u Tuo had four hundred temples and three thousand monks, and was the destination of countless pilgrims. (By 1949, however, P'u Tuo was home to only 140 monasteries and temples.)

No other figure in the Chinese pantheon appears in a greater variety of images, of which there are said to be thousands of different incarnations or manifestations. Quan Yin is usually depicted as a barefoot, gracious woman dressed in beautiful, white flowing robes, with a white hood gracefully draped over the top of the head and carrying a small upturned vase of holy dew. (However, in the Lamaistic form, common in bronze from eighteenth-century China and Tibet, she is often entirely naked.) She stands tall and slender, a figure of infinite grace, her gently composed features conveying the sublime selflessness and compassion that have made her the favorite of all deities. She may be seated on an elephant, standing on a fish, nursing a baby, holding a basket, having six arms or a thousand, and one head or eight, one atop the next, and four, eighteen, or forty hands, which which she strives to alleviate the sufferings of the unhappy.

She is frequently depicted as riding a mythological animal known as the Hou, which somewhat resembles a Buddhist lion, and symbolises the divine supremacy exercised by Quan Yin over the forces of nature. Her bare feet are the consistent quality. On public altars, Quan Yin is frequently flanked by two acolytes, to her right a barefoot, shirtless youth with his hands clasped in prayer known as Shan-ts'ai (Golden Youth), and on her left a maid demurely holding her hands together inside her sleeves known as Lung-nü (Jade Maiden).

Her principal feast occurs yearly on the nineteenth day of the second lunar month. However, she is fortunate in having three birthdays, the nineteenth of the second, sixth and ninth months. There are many metamorphoses of this goddess. She is the model of Chinese beauty, and to say a lady or a little girl is a Kwan Yin is the highest compliment that can be paid to grace and loveliness.

According to one ancient legend her name was Miao Shan, and she was the daughter of an Indian Prince. Youthful and serene, she chose to follow a path of self-sacrifice and virtue, and became a pious follower of Buddha, herself attaining the right to budddhahood but remaining on earth to help mankind. In order to convert her blind father, she visited him transfigured as a stranger, and informed him that were he to swallow an eyeball of one of his children, his sight would be restored. His children would not consent to the necessary sacrifice, whereupon the future goddess created an eye which her parent swallowed and he regained his sight. She then persuaded her father to join the Buddhist priesthood by pointing out the folly and vanity of a world in which children would not even sacrifice an eye for the sake of a parent.

Another Miao Shan legend was that the son of the dragon king had taken the form of a carp and was caught by a fisherman and displayed for sale in the market place. Miao Shan sent her servant to buy the fish and released it.

As related in yet another legend Quan Yin was said to be the daughter of a sovereign of the Chou dynasty, who strenously opposed her wish to be a nun, and was so irritated by her refusal to marry that he put her to humiliating tasks in the convent.

This means of coercion failed, and her father then ordered her to be executed for disobedience to his wishes. But the executioner, a man of tender heart and some forethought, brought it about that the sword which was to descend upon her should break into a thousand pieces. Her father thereupon ordered her to be stifled. As the story goes, she forthwith went to Hell, but on her arrival the flames were quenched and flowers burst into bloom. Yama, the presiding officer, looked on in dismay at what seemed to be the summary abolition of his post, and in order to keep his position he sent her back to life again. Carried in the fragrant heart of a lotus flower she went to the island of Putuo, near Ningbo. One day her father fell ill and according to a Chinese custom, she cut the flesh from her arms that it might be made into medicine. A cure was effected, and in his gratitude her father ordered her statue to be made "with completely-formed arms and eyes." Owing to a misunderstanding of the orders the sculptor carved the statue with many heads and many arms, and so it remains to this day.

The image of this divinity is generally placed on a special altar at the back of the great Shakyamuni Buddha behind a screen, and facing the north door, in the second half of the Buddhist monastery.

Quan Yin is also worshipped by the Taoists, and they imitate the Buddhists in their descriptions of this deity, speaking in the same manner of her various metamorphoses, her disposition to save the lost, her purity, wisdom, and marvel-working power.

From early Ch'ing times to the present, many thousands of statues of Quan Yin have been carved in jade. The Maternal Goddess, the Protectress of Children, the Observer of All Sounds, Quan Yin is a favorite figure in domestic shrines. As well, her image is carved on small jades which Chinese women offer faithfully at the temples dedicated to her. She also is the single most important figure crafted in blanc de Chine ware, with approximately nine out of every ten figures from Dehua representing that divinity in one or other of her manifestations. (The Quan Yins often were described to European purchasers as "white Santa Marias," so as to make them more desirable to a Christian market.)"

100212 BLOK (2nd 90KM day)

2012-02-09T23:09:00.000-08:00

100212 BLOK (2nd 90KM day)

I have a pretty good night in my tent, this after dueling with hundreds of sand flies. I must have killed many, but got bitten many times -- we did 'battle!' If this is 'outdoor,' New Zealand in the summer, no thanks.

I'm up at 0700 (0802, Thursday), make coffee and breakfast, get organized to break camp and load before more 'little black buggers' get more of my blood.

I take a picture of Bob and Robin, the two New Zealanders parked next door. Bob gives me their card, and I make a note to print and send the pictures (as they don't do email).

I push out to the highway, none too daunted by the challenge of Lewis Pass. It's easy at first, but then the up part.

I finally get to the top, but no big deal as only one sign (announcing) coming up from the south. Worse, after all that work, they don't even tell you the elevation. Note, I find via Google and it's 864 M / 2,800 ft. ASL. I rest for a few minutes, taking some pictures (all now at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/

Then it's down and down, sometimes having to stop for highway construction. So, organized are New Zealand are, including a traffic light (stop/go) for one-way traffic.

Way down, and where the highway turns east, I stop at a 'picnic table' / rest stop and eat a banana. Now, I'm 'only' 52 KM from the turn off to Hanmer Springs. Luckily, the wind is from the west and helping!

But, after crossing the River (name confusing on the map), the ups and downs become extreme. I have to motivate myself thinking about some 'Puha Puja' when I get there. 50KM / 30 miles in the afternoon, is a long way for me! I'm getting too old, carrying too much weight, these N.Z. hills too steep. But, the one great thing I have, maybe over others, is I can persevere! But, the traffic on this Highway #7, much! Many trucks, one coming within one meter of me, blasting past! I remember cursing, or exclaiming and realizing, once again, you can get killed 'out there!'

I finally get to the junction for Hanmer Springs about 4P.M. It's says another 10KM (on 7A)… After a couple of small hills I cross another river on a ' Bungie Jumping' Bridge. I pass one Holiday Park (for camping), but I like going all the way into Center City to see what's available, and I'm still 8KM from such. Onward, even though my feet are now 'screaming' at me, STOP!

Up ahead, another so many kilometers I see Bob and Robin's motorhome parked in a 'secure' Caravan Park Club are. In fact, here they come walking back to their motorhome. I yell and catch Bob's attention, who informs me 'no room at the inn' there, to go on to Hanmer Springs. Good advice it turns out to be.

Now, however, I'm reaching the end up my endurance, and looking eagerly for any sign of 'life.' Coming into Hanmer Springs I notice a sign that says something about 'sharing dorm beds.' I pull in and park, and it turns out to be the YHA Hostel. I've just done 90KM in 7 hours, almost 13KMPH, and I can barely walk to the lobby/reception. 'Stove up,' pappy Jack used to say! 'You just heal up and go on!'

The young man I saw walking up the hill has engaged the operator, a guy named 'Phil.' Seems this guest asked out of a dorm room because someone kept him awake snoring. Now in a six-bedded room, with no snorer he wants a four-bedded room with no snorer. He's from Israel. We lament together, about how people, some people are wanting…

I plead for no snorer in the common room I get! But, something causes me to ask about a room, the rate…? When he says, $50NZD per, I jump on it! These small overly-crowded dorm rooms, with snorers no less, not for me. I would pitch my tent, except for the energy it takes (up and down).

A ginger beer revives me and and I talk with Phil, me explaining cycling the world, etc. I like him immediately, one of those.

After securing 'Mr. Fetes,' I do 'puja' in room #13 (used to be my old H.S. basketball #). Exhausted, I fall asleep for an hour.

When I awake, I'm revived enough to walk into the commercial area (500M).

Phil has told me about the 'Spa,' the healing waters of Hanmer Springs (the reason for the town nee resort area). But, when I walk past it looks too commercial for me, costing $18NZD for a dip.

Up ahead a 'cabin business' advertises a $20-dollar massage. It mentions the body parts, but no 'feet.' I might have stopped to get a foot massage, as now very sore (after 7 hours pushing a heavy bicycle). I shouldn't be walking but sitting.

I happen to discover a Cafe named 'The Log Cabin' still open. A large, jolly, young woman takes my order: a piece of carrot cake to eat here, and two muffins to take with me. I sit outside waiting until this happy apparition appears, and I order black tea.

I watch people eating, and moving about late afternoon, Hanmer Springs. I'm impressed with the tall 'pine' trees. My young happy apparition 'comps.' my tea, and I'm slightly aghast, as this happens rarely! Later, upon departing, I hand her two extra dollars as a tip, complimenting her on her demeanor. She's ever the more grateful, reminding me of Rucha.

'Spreading joy wherever s/he goes…

S/he gives the kids free samples

Because s/he knows so well,

That today's young innocent faces,

Will be tomorrow's clientele!'

(every heard of Tom Lehrer?).

Some people, most people, are so kind to me, an old man! There's an advantage being old, people are more likely to stop and ask if they can help. I've been offered things by passing motorists in all countries!

I walk back to the Hostel, few people on the street (how I like it). I stop an admire one of the trees, so tall, so straight, I marvel. I touch it and ask that it might gives me some of its strength (and wisdom). And guess what? Later, Phil explains that these are Redwoods (not pine), and that they'd been planted long ago. I want to get a good picture, but it's been overcast and raining all day.

Thank God the 'Honeymoon' continues!

My New Zealand, I've discovered starts here at Hanmer Springs and goes south (on South Island). This is where the terrain/fauna/flora begins to change from green into brown, and there are Redwoods, no less!

Puha Puja

Puddin' pie,

Wouldn't you like to try?

'…Going back and forth,

Until we are

Lost in each other,

'Knot noing'

Which is which,

'Butt knot' really caring!'

Renoyin!

Puha Puja!

Hutch,

The Magic Dragon,

Who doesn't like living near any 'see,'

at the Kakapo Lodge,

in Hanmer Springs, N.Z.

06a0212 Blok

2012-02-09T21:11:00.001-08:00

06a0212 Blok

Amazing! Today, the cycling was much easier and enjoyable as downhill and with help from the wind! I managed, for a new 'speed record' in N.Z., 60KM in just three hours, or an average of 20KMPH! Not bad for a 'worn out' old man with sore feet (pushing 117KG / 300 lbs. through the air)! Of course, I was fatigued afterwards, but 'fell in the arms' of a funky 'Backpacker' place in Murchison -- thus, sat in a comfortable chair in their backyard and took a nap in the sun! The sun was shinning for a change! Note, picture of this backyard at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/

The young woman, Niki, 'operating' (John the owner, out of town for several days.), showed me the options: Inside dorm room bed, $23NZD per, tent $15, and the 'shack' in the back (with 'Francesco' from Chile), $20 per. I opted to bunk with Francesco, as needing connections in Chile (next country in May). Who would have ever thought, Chileans living in N.Z.? Where else would you meet a young man from Chile, but in Murchison, N.Z. (he says there are many Chileans living around Murchison (as in Clint of, 'You'll come back now, you here!' nee Ft. Worth, Tejas)?

Francesco, 27-years of age came to N.Z. ( from Valdivia City, Chile) wanting to improve his English (and looking for adventure). He said it's relatively easy for Chileans to get a 'Holliday Work Visa,' as Chile on 'the List of approved countries.' He picked apples for a time up in Motueka, but had to quite as 'not strong enough.' Now, he's 'hanging out' in Murchison studying English. We discussed Chile, and I was happy to learn, it's much less expensive than N.Z., and/or Australia, and/or any western (1st or 2nd world) country. He said the average good hotel room per night (in Santiago) only $10 USD per (500 pesos to a USD.). This is good news, as I'm tired of scrimping and saving in these over 'hyped' and overly expensive countries (no extra charge for the sand flies).

I did a load of laundry (no charge), and hung it on the line in the bright sun (have to take advantage to dry when the sun shines in N.Z.).

I organized my gear, examined 'Mr. Fetes' (making a sound when moving I don't like), and played with John's dogs.

Since this Backpacker place's 'credit card' device inoperable I had to pay cash, but I'm running out of cash. Nobody told me that in the smaller towns there are no International ATMs (so prevalent around No. Island) -- so what to do? Of course, you can pay everything by bank card, but then once in awhile you come across a situation like this where they can't take.

Nika told me there are two 'ATMs' in town, one in the 4-Square food market, and one at the little NZB bank. So, I walked into town to check out, but not very optimistic about it, as local people don't usually know about such things.

Like the John in Christchurch who recommended I take the 'inland route' to Christchurch (from Blenheim) assuming I'd know what that was… It turned out to be different than the route I'm on now (thinking it was John's 'inland route'). But, I 'go with the flow!'

Local people (in any country) assume too much when mentioning whatever, as they don't understand a traveller's ignorance. When John wrote 'Cantebury,' (in an email message) he assumed I knew what that meant… I only had an idea of such (it turns out to be the 'district,' 'Province,' 'State,' or 'Shire,' one of six in the South Island, N.Z.).

Note, I want to produce a video, wherein I only ask people for directions (to get somewhere). It's amazing how they explain, having to think first… But, I must complement 'Kiwis' for the being so friendly and kind to stop what they're going to give me directions! New Zealanders, better than most other countries for this courtesy.

In Murchison 'town' I discovered an interesting old-fashion/rural N.Z. community, and a wonderful store ('Treasure House'), full of antiques and 'nicknacks' (haven't used that wor(l)d for so long I don't know how to spell it). I saw things in this store that my grandparents had in their house in Springfield, Missouri, U.S.A. (60 years ago)!

I had an idea to cook spaghetti for dinner, as haven't had any pasta for a long time. I'm particularly fond of parmesan cheese and ended up 'splurging' as spent $15NZD on a small amount of fresh (no Kraft in the container). Every once in awhile you have to indulge yourself, especially when older.

i returned to my 'Goldshack Backpacker' house taking pictures of many flowers, along the way. Additionally, of a house for sale (see at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/). This the first really warm, sunny summer day on the South Island. Note, N.Z. like the Northwestern part of the U.S.

Of course, it's frigid winter where you are, at least most of you (friends).

I returned to partake of some Puha, and then cooked dinner. I offered spaghetti to all, but only 'Jurgen,' a young man from The Netherlands, and Francesco joined me. The girls somewhere else (?). Jurgen, traveling around N.Z., met a German girl, and now a 'couple.'

This place, my kind of 'funk,' I may stay for another night. The Internet connection 'no extra charge.' And all of this 'down scale,' better than St. Arnaud's 'upscale.' I need to rest my feet, plus work on Mr. Fetes (solving the 'sound' problem).

Stay tuned!

in 'Clint Murchison' town, N.Z.

For Bob:

2012-02-09T21:08:00.001-08:00

For Bob:

Read, Chang Zi (Tzu):

"He (Chuang Zi) takes up the question of 'good' in a meditation called, 'Perfect Joy!' In it he decries that happiness cannot be found in material ways (the 'profit motive' of Mo Ti). The life of riches, he writes, ambition, pleasure, is in reality, an intolerable servitude in which one lives for what is always out of reach, thirsting for survival in the future."

Most people are 'whisked' out their bodies without really knowing where they were!

Try to multiply 40 million X 6 trillion, and see what you get…? A Constellation! Can't you 'sea' how we create our 'wor(l)ds' from the concepts our own brains conger! There is no object 'wor(l)d!'

You're already 'insiide' the girl of your dreams!

Hutch

Tantric Taoism

060212 Blok (If it's Monday it must be Murchison, where I meet a man from Chile!)

2012-02-06T10:54:00.000-08:00

060212 Blok (If it's Monday it must be Murchison, where I meet a man from Chile!)

I warn flies, when they come buzzing around, I warn them, don't motivate me to kill you!

But, what if we turn the little fly into a human being, how does this 'threat' work? What if we turn this 'threat' into a different analogy, metaphor, or symbol, for what causes something to end the worldly existence of another living thing (nee violence, war, killing, etc.). Life and death is a cycle that can't be avoided. So, no death, no life! If no, war, no peace, etc., ad infinitum!

In Duality if there's a beginning, there's an ending. So,

Embrace it!

Connect with it.

Union!

Supreme Bliss!

Heaven!

Nirvana!

Tao!

Singularity!

'Renoyin!'

Mankind has proliferated beyond what Mother Earth can cope with (by 2012). And that's now going to be corrected; in the process of rebalancing.

Tantric Taoism

03a0212 BLOK

2012-02-04T19:02:00.002-08:00

03a0212 BLOK

We've been seduced by material convenience, having Governments think for us! We can't even find a toilet without help! We're losing the ability to think for ourselves!

If Neil Young is concerned about the loss of sound quality in digital music, I'm more concerned about how life squeezes us into a small box -- and all about money/power of course! It's group think time!

Oh, how I curse them (the 01%) beyond cursing: Oh woe be unto you, all the 7 depredations, for 7 generations!

Who would have ever thought that 'Fascism' (in the U.S.) would become 'Communism,' and vice versa (in China)! Don't think so, study the premise more carefully! Dick will understand, possibly Julianne? Eric, nearing 80-years of age, for sure! Others, either 'don't want to go down that road,' or clueless!

Next, controllable Androids that few control, nee Fascism. Then, 'group think,' nee Communism.

Watch, 'Blade Runner,' and 'A Clockwork Orange.' No, you're too busy being distracted (controlled)!

I rest my case! A world of sheep (predators) being 'eaten' by the wolves (predators)!

'More sheep than people!'

030212 BLOK, Friday

2012-02-04T18:57:00.000-08:00

030212 BLOK, Friday

I was out of the Koanui Hostel by 0900, having many tasks to accomplish in the City (across from Highway #1), this before heading down the Wairua Valley on #63. For one, my new hard-soled cycling shoes had come apart at the seam, at least one, on the left shoe. I had tried to glue it in Havelock, but it didn't work. I also needed to purchase some others things.

Note, the riding part of what I do not so difficult, it's doing everything else combined that makes it so challenging for someone my age.

Most people my age in a rocking chair. Me, rocking along still! But, every year it gets a little more difficult. Yes, there will come a time when I 'hang up,' my cycling shoes, and put Mr. Fetes 'out to pasture!' I remember ole Pappy Jack, when they knew he was dying (of Pancreatic Cancer). He got on his old horse one more time for a picture. Here's a man who grew up on a horse. I wonder how he felt…? There will be one last ride for me, as inevitable! Somebody will want to take pictures of me riding. I wonder how we will feel…?

In the meantime, life, love, and pursuit of enlightenment! I now know what it is! In the meantime, back to the mundane! You have to go through 'hell,' to get to 'heaven!' Most, hypnotized by Duality! Wake up before you die! Is that an oxymoron, or a 'nom de stupid?' Wake up! Worse, you gotta to do this on your own, religion only penultimate!

Note, prepare for your death now, don't wait! If you wait you will miss one of the greatest events of your life, 'graduation!' It's when there's no more 'i,' you so named. It's union with the Divine! Our way, the Tantra. When you 'let go' life becomes easier!

By the way, this total tome should be entitled, 'Zen and the art of Cycling the World!' And then 70 publishers will reject it. Then somehow published. Then somehow becomes a 'classic.' It took 800 years for Rumi to be discovered! Have 'patients!

So, where was I in the mundane of cycling the world, now in New Zealand, now in the South Island, now in a place called St. Arnaud, I'm curious why. I shall ask, 'stay tuned!'

I was out of Blenheim by 1000.

It was slow going, slightly up hill, but with a compensating helping wind.

But, the wind in N.Z., it's most capricious! We're never quite sure which direction it's coming from…. There's supposed to be some 'prevailing,' by other 'currents,' weave a different 'story.' I can only feel it helping or making it harder, but I'm never quite sure, as confused (too) about compass directions in the Southern Hemisphere. Maybe this is good…?

Thinking differently, to us it's a combination of 'Mercury in Retrograde,' combined with a rising moon. Most people don't even notice!

Enlightenment is being super aware of existence. There's more than Duality!

I began to think of what 'Mercury' symbolizes? I always remember a male in crazy helmet, in a pose of fleetingness. He might symbolize 'fleet of foot.' So, when in 'retrograde,' he slows down, as more challenging. Could 'fleet of foot,' relate to what I'm going through. sore feet? Feet, fiets, fetes, feats, fetes. Could this relate to 'Mr. Fetes,' my bicycle. Is there a connection?

I started to hear a noise up front, and knew 'Mr Fetes' was talking to me, warning me about something a miss. I stopped and looked, but couldn't tell what it was.

I thought maybe the brake shoes rubbing up against the tire rim. I went on, it got louder. I stopped again to discover a soft front tire. I went ahead to a bridge (good railings to lean against).

I changed the tube, but not without difficultly! Whoa, sometimes this can be a bitch because either the Chinese wheel rim to large, or the tire too small, or a combination of both! But, it took some time. Note, the whole damn deal ended up taking almost two hours! I examined the tire, and with extra care, turning it inside out. I could find nothing!

I'M NOW LAUGHING AT MY DEMONS!

Then a problem with the front V-brake. You change one thing, you change everything (an old homily). I wrestled with it.

YOU DON'T THINK THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH 'MERCURY IN RETROGRADE' AND A RISING MOON? I do! The unevolved would write, 'Shit happens!'

SO, DON'T WE CREATE OUR 'WOR(L)DS FROM OUR MINDS, overlapping in dictionaries?

I went on but not with great confidence, as the sound is still there…

When Wairoa Tavern, as in Valley, loomed. i slowed down, knowing that this might be the last until St. Arnauds. Then when I read 'camping ground, inquiry within,' I stopped. We'd only gone 35KM, but sometimes 'discretion is the better part of valor.' I've learned, cycling at my age, that 'one in the bush is worth two out there!' I didn't think it wise to connect with the sound, and another 70+ KM before any sign of distopea.

Stopping at the WairoaiTavern, camping there… This turned out to be a very interesting time, nee TV series. Few could perceive this old Tavern (1886) begetting a commercial television series. Only, Dick would understand, maybe Eric…?

It said, 'inquire within,' so I did, and discovered, on a Friday afternoon, the locals having a beer. The woman bartendaress, in her bleached blond long hair seemingly eager to please. When I asked, she asked a man having a beer, and he said, $10NZD. She repeated it and I opted for to spend the night. It's these little 'out of the limelight' places are the most interesting! She explained, and I left, thinking I would return to have a beer.

I walked around, and investigated places to pitch my tent, now after so many times, somewhat of an expert at getting it situated correcting, depending on many factors, the weather and ground for one. You want a tent on level ground, if possible. The place I picked, however, near the sheltered picnic table (desirable) turned out to be a 'no,' as in Friday night crowd parking.

I finally pitched it in a nook near the wood shed (see at www.cyclingpeace.org).

After getting organized, I made a late lunch meal in the sheltered picnic table 'kiosk' (don't know what else to call it).

I then walked around the area taking pictures.

Then looking for an electrical receptacle to recharge my batteries. I discovered this in their 'breakfast nook,' and plugged into, thinking to tell the bartender ('Bert') about it. But, then at the height of his business, 5P.M., I just left.

Then, something like a 'nap.'

Then, to check on my 'hatching' battery in the bar. By now, however, the local gabfest (much laughter) had begun, and I decided to observe. When I ordered a glass of wine, this stopped all conversations. They only drink beer, cold beer thank you.

A black man came in and without much English obtained a pack of cigarettes. They kidded him on the way out. This is the 'Kidding Rung.'

I retreated to the nook, with my wine, like a hen sitting on a nest. Both the newspaper and eavesdropping became interesting. I thought to myself, listening to their constant laugher, these people are happy! They don't know about a larger their world, and they don't really care abut the larger one (except how it affects the price of agri-products). This is where you come to study authenticity, little guile here, except in their playful banter.

I said to myself, these lives, in and out of this place would make a television series, a la Duffy's Tavern, and that TV series I never watched (took place in a N.Y.C. bar).

I order 'hot' chips, our 'French Fries.'

The battery charger light finally turned 'green,' and I retrieved.

When my 'hot' chips seemed too long in the preparing I went to ask and, of course, they're coming.

They did, and I ate, feeding my mind, not my body. I had the tomato sauce ready!

Nobody engaged me in conversation, except for politeness.

When it came time to go, I asked it I could charge my other batter, leaving it in the bar overnight? She asked hubby, Bert, who said, 'No worry!' I asked what time they opened in the morning and a woman interpreted, 'Half past 8, or 9. Would I still be there?' Yes, 'No worry,' I said, dissipating 'worry' all the way around! I thanked them and went outside to my tent. The day had been a 'trying' (two hours fixing flat and dealing with brake), nee an interesting twist!

I covered Mr. Fetes with my larger rain coat, took several more pictures with recharged battery and called it 'a day!'

It turned out I'd picked a good place (level) for my tent, dry as well.

I was down 'for the count' around 2100 hours.

Life on the road less travelled…

Cowboy Glib (for Larry MacMurtry)

2012-02-04T18:52:00.001-08:00

Cowboy Glib (for Larry MacMurtry)

Cowboy glib,

Clever this

Lonesome peace,

Or,

Just a 'poke in a piece,'

I get confused

My feet cranking

Around New Zealand?

But, I'm still going,

Too warm,

So wet,

What a debt to pay!

Pain, just weakness leaving the body.

Stupidity, just consciousness being born!

Yet, all just wor(l)ds,

How we create our wor(l)ds!

'You'all, come back now, you hear!

Bring the wife and the kids,

I'm fiixin' to barbecue!'

Cowboy glib!

020212 BLOK, Thursday

2012-02-04T18:50:00.001-08:00

020212 BLOK, Thursday

I was up at 0645, not feeling rested, but having to depart for Blenheim.

Off by 1000, it was relatively easy, mostly downhill, but with a slight wind in my face.

Uneventful, except for much commercial traffic, I was happy to be moving again.

I did come across something interesting… Some one had ties old shoes to a fence, and this went on for 100 meters. Note, see at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/

After two hours we crossed a river, a big one, over a long bridge, the Waitau River. Then into Renwick and back into distopea again. Here we turned left, and directly into a nice southeast breeze.

Blenheim valley is a wine growing area, and many vineyards. It produces a 'world class' Sangvinon Blanc I sampled, and good.

I made a mental note as I passed highway #63, splitting off from #6 to the right (west). This is the highway I would be taking west, north and south to get to Christchurch. This the inland route, somewhat circuitous, suggested by John (from Christchurch) to avoid Highway #1.

As I headed into Blenheim, on the right the Blenheim Airport combined with the RNZAF ('Where the Air Force Begins!'). I wonder about the N.Z. Air Force…

Into Blenheim, a town of some 30,000, I first got cash from an ATM and then asked where the 'i' (tourist information) was located. Turns out it's located next to the RR station. I bought a KIWI map of South Island for $9NZD, hoping it was better than the one I had.

I don't know how many Backpacker Hostels there are in Blenheim, but I went where directed as easier (Koanui). After cycling all day, you don't want to spend hours looking for the 'perfect' place. Sometimes you luck out, some times it turns out not so good.

It's interesting what the word 'backpackers,' has come to mean. Now, a place, a facility for travelers, who on a budget seek to share a room with others. This mostly for 'young' people like me! And these Hostels are all over New Zealand, in Auckland there are maybe a dozen, in smaller tourist towns at least one. For example here in St. Arnaud, there are two. Note, St. Arnaud the gateway to the 'Nelson Lakes National Park.'

If touring cyclists don't want to deal with warmshowers.org hosts, there are plenty of places to stay (for a price), in N.Z. and especially on South Island. There are also DOC campgrounds where you pay only $7.50NZD per night.

South Island, with only 1/3rd the total population of New Zealand, is all about tourism in the summer -- I've seen more tour cyclists (generally from Europe), than any other country I've ever cycled.

Of course, in N.Z. you have to share 'the road' with the sand flies -- be forewarned, bring your choice of repellent, antidote, and mosquito net, etc.

So, many flies in N.Z. (everywhere in the summer). And the sand flies, a predatory fly, whose bite stings/itches. So, when people tell you there are no 'predatory' animals in N.Z., bring up the subject of sand flies. The 'fly problem' is caused by all the cows and sheep nee cow/sheep shit, nee flies. If I had to do it over again, I'd cycle N.Z. in the winter, as I'm not a flying-insect kind of guy!

N.Z. isn't the country I'd choose for permanent residency. To partake of yes, on a temporary basis, on a long-term basis, not me.

010212 BLOK (interesting numbers…)

2012-02-04T18:49:00.000-08:00

010212 BLOK (interesting numbers…)

Have a Lock? 'Havelock,' so named, a village in the north, of South Island (Marlborough Sounds). You wonder why the name? Was it the home of lock makers, or locksmiths? I never found out in the 36 hours I was there in 'Havelock.'

First day out of Nikau Cove (Rose's property), I cycled four hours, some 50KM. The highway curvy, up and down, with a nice hill at the end. But, then I coasted down into Havelock an obvious port. Four hours was enough, however, and the first thing I saw, the YHA Hostel, I made a bead for their front door.

The Hostel turned out to be another converted school house, with noteworthy graduates. Two guys, both scientists, and one, ironically ran some part of the U.S. NASA Space program. Sorry, I'm not interested in scientist's names.

The was funky but clean. The proprietor, a 'double' for George Clooney. He gave me the member rate, having that I arrived on a bicycle. $25NZD for a bed in the 'dorm room.'

I stayed an extra night in 'Havelock,' for several reasons… One to let my feet recover, and secondly to get to know a German boy better. His name turned out to be 'Lukas' and had just been let go from a restaurant job as his English not good enough. Also, he'd be 'kicked out' of the hostel across the street because he was 'untidy.' I thought maybe he needed help.

Additionally, I needed food supplies after camping out at NiKau Cover (Roses' property), and there was a food market. But, surprisingly at least to me there was no cash ATM. The manager of the hostel had said there was, but he was referring to the ETFPOS system they have in N.Z., a local network (the machine at the local petrol station). I thought this a little strange, as Havelock is a tourist town, and tourists need cash.

I invited Lukas and we went, first to 4-Square Market, and then to the Cafe where he said were the best muffins. There the manager insisted there was an ATM (at 4-Square market), so I was confused. Again, it turned out that he was referring to the ETFPOS machine/system (and you need a special account/card). But, the muffin was outstanding! I'm 'the Muffin Man!' I bought Lukas some lunch, as only 18-years of age (young men) always hungry.

But, that's the only similarity with Lukas being young. He turned out to be an unusual young man (from Bremen, Germany). He had dropped out of school and read books in the library, knew much for his age. I became more and more impressed with this erudition. He knew things I didn't know until I was 36-years old (maybe older) about many subjects. Additionally, he was an aspiring artist, depressed of course, that existential malaise that comes with being too bright too young in a confusing world.

And speaking of that, he needed a job as running out of his savings. I suppose young people can always rely on parents, but he was dealing with two sets of parents, both mother and father having split and involved with 'step' mothers and fathers. He also has a 'step' sister back in Bremen.

Not much to do in Havelock, so I retuned and paid for another night ($25NZD / $20USD), then got online. But, their system 'funky,' as difficult to activate. Finally, with the help of one of the younger staff I breached the void. I forget if this is the Zenbu system, and there are several that Hostels in N.Z. use.

I would say that N.Z. better than Australia about Internet connections, but maybe I'm comparing 'apples and oranges.' I only got as far as Adelaide, and maybe the east coast of Australia more 'hip' about such -- western Australia not!

This is the 'big deal' with me as 'connections' important. I do much online, from BLOK to pictures, to email, to… Most people so local. My friends, etc. are all around the world, rather than within 'shouting' distance. 'You'all come back now bring the wife and kids!'

You see this in every country, how people are on one hand so local, but 'living' (I should say 'dying') via TV. Modern life, so destructive without people being aware of it! What people label 'civilization,' I call 'distopea.''

The next day in Havelock I 'paid' Lukas $30NZD to draw my portrait. Simultaneously I got the idea to have this be Rucha's belated birthday present (73-years of age on 1 January. I sat for an hour after lunch, getting so relaxed (watching him draw me) that it was reverie. I love that feeling, of near dozing off… If only I could duplicate when I go to bed at night.

The portrait turned out pretty good, although he's a serious guy nee serious miens he perceives. You can check out as online at: www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/

The plan was going to meet Lukas in Blenheim, where he was going to look for a job. The pencil drawing hadn't been 'fixed' and I didn't want to mail until it was. Thus, we were going to meet up in Blenheim to hand over the 'fixed' drawing.

In the meantime, I had much work to do with pictures, as I take many. At least that's the first process, then processing with iPhoto, the finally uploading. If you think my life on the road a 'piece of carrot cake,' not so at 72-years of age. Note China spoiled me, with all the Chinese 'sons and daughters' helping with all the chores. Since I'm a 'one man band,' having to do it all.

I think maybe Bolivia might end my tour-cycling career, at age 73. It's becoming more work than fun! This is a young person's endeavor, me coming to it late in life. But, by Bolivia, I will have circumscribed the globe on a bicycle, and better than a Ph.D. in geography!

While at the YHA Hostel in Havelock I met Carlsten from Denmark. He was recovering from a Kayaking incident up in the outer reaches of the Marlborough Sounds. I suppose, although not a kayaker, that this is one of the best places in the world to do so, with a the number of sheltered bays and coves. Look at a map, you'll be amazed. Of course, I would imagine the Marlborough Sounds good for anything having to do with the sea. Cook Strait, on the other hand, supposedly 'rough seas.' But, I must have been lucky on the day we crossed on the Islander ferry, amazingly smooth, even sunny!

I also met Guido a middle-aged single male from Berlin, Germany. Guido (I thought an Italian name?) couldn't speak English very well. Thus, I had Lukas translate for him to Carlsten, as Guido was into kayaking also, but with little experience.

There was also a German couple I observed… They confirmed an interesting phenomenon to me, that couples become 'one,' and can't really think (or don't want to) by themselves. They couldn't stop talking to one another, as if one brain needed confirmation from another brain. I thank God that I'm not a 'couple,' and can survive 'alone!' Of course, I'm not 'alone!'

We ended up the three of us, me, Lukas, and Guido sharing the same common room. Of course, I was the first in bed, but with the usual tossing/turning trying to fall asleep. This must be the exhausted adrenal syndrome: difficult to arise in the A.M., once going, difficult to fall asleep (once 'revved').

"Cooperation versus conflict"

2012-01-25T18:15:00.001-08:00

"Cooperation versus conflict" (by ‘You Banfa,’ ‘Rewi Alley in China,’ by Geoff Chapple

(cooperation) “It’s not only the answer to the future of China, it’s the answer to future of life throughout the world!

Give people anywhere the chance to cooperate on the basis of equality, provide them with the opportunities for education, and they'll seize such. Add the development of initiative and resourcefulness, center their minds on group welfare, rather than on individual aggrandizement, and you have the basis for a happy, equitable, and progressive society!”

STOP USING TOILET PAPER!

2012-01-24T14:29:00.000-08:00

Speaking of 'shit'...

I have uploaded a picture (I took,) of a card passed out on Courtney Street (Wellington, N.Z.). A young woman got my attention and gave me a Green Peace card about toilet paper.

I've brought this subject up before, substituting something other than tree paper (in my case pieces of clothe I wash and save). We're cutting down the Brazilian Rain Forests, so we can continue a bad habit from the Victorian Era.

To be overly anything is not good, as it will attract its opposite. But, being over clean, isn't as healthy as you think.

I constantly, like a baby, pick things up and eat them off the floor. Germs help to keep the immune system 'tuned up!' You don't want to end up like Howard Hughes, or living in a plastic bag?

Green Peace is easier on you/me, than me, as they're only asking you to switch to brands that are mostly recycled paper. I ask you to stop using paper entirely. Grass and leaves work when you have nothing.

But, if you're so 'prissy' you can't give toilet paper up entirely, at least use the recycled brands!

In China, where I cycled some 50,000KM (basically everywhere, west, north, east and south), there was hardly a 'shitting ground,' that wasn't 'decorated' with little bunched up white paper. China, is going to 'drown' in its own shit, if it doesn't change fast!

By the way, Australia and New Zealand, are the only two countries in the world where they still flush toilet paper down with other waste. I remember in the U.S. when we still did this, but 7 billion people and counting, suggests we have to adapt to a changing world, or become extinct!

And when the last homo sap. goes (assuming we do 'off' ourselves), will we have been here at all…?

240112 BLOK

2012-01-23T11:55:00.000-08:00

240112 BLOK, LUNAR NEW YEAR'S EVE (220112 = '8,' the Chinese 'lucky number'):

Oh, so interesting the other night, Lunar New Year's Eve (of the Water Dragon)… An evening that turned out much differently than I had expected. What's the lesson…? Don't anticipate, just go like a new born babe!

It's a cultural difference between East and West, Chinese and American… In the West, we explain to guests about what, when, where, who, and why (beforehand). Chinese people (Eastern) don't think it's necessary, as they tend to be more fatalistic about existence. Why explain, when you aren't in control -- anything can/does happen!. Certainly the East doesn't believe in 'Free Will!'

Anyway, we were picked up by a young Chinese couple I thought married. We were driven to 'New Something,' a community about 20 minutes' drive from Mt. Cook. The driveway took us back deep into the woods, and an inviting house almost hidden from the world.

Turns out, this house cum Taoist Temple, was owned previously by a Russian couple. It's like in Adelaide turning a church from a rollerskating arena. What's the difference anyway? It all has to do with selling! 'Hey, that's why we have live music and video, you 'gotta keep their attention!'

This evening was a bit similar… The 'rap' was 'on!' Better become a vegetarian, or else, a video narrated by none other than Paul McCartney (of 'The Beatles' for you young people)!

Note, I agree with stopping eating meat, or trying to. But, we have to evolve away from such and this will take many years! Personally, I'm a 'half-assed' vegetarian because I don't think something should have to die, so I might live -- at the same time I eat meat when someone prepares for me!

I think we humanoids have a vaulted opinion of ourselves! Think about a species that is killing off itself, and everything with it?

Additionally, I had a tooth ache, and the house was cold (raining outside). No heat, typical of Chinese (who wear long underwear all year long). Uncomfortable, I tried to keep moving, yet my feet sore… But, the food (all vegetarian) and people were interesting.

At dinner I sat next to an ex-alcoholic/druggy, Maori guy. Attractive and clever, Mr. Maori was there seeking a Way… Sitting across from me was L____, a woman/wife/mother living in Egypt, a 'next-door' neighbor (as back in N.Z. to take care of grand children)! Think about the diverse cultures involved in this 'celebration,' wow: Russian, Chinese, American, Taiwanese, Maori, New Zealand, Egypt (all eating at the same table). It wasn't long until 'L' explained she had Rheumatoid Arthritis, which I discovered affects the entire body, not just joints! She also taught us some Arabic words.

After dinner there was a 'class,' (Chinese lyrics on a white board), the song conducted by an exuberant Chinese woman. L____ held onto me as we stood in the background.

After that, the Paul McCartney video about 'how to stop eating meat!' But, not before we had to change computers and the usual FUBAR with audio/visual equipment (never tested beforehand). Note, one computer wouldn't 'talk' to the speakers, so no volume.

After that there was a ritual offering (of food to Guan Yin) that took forever.

I never knew about any of this beforehand. I thought we had been invited by Chinese couple for a quiet New Year's Eve dumplings (traditional).

Note, if dealing with Asians be not surprised by anything that happens…

There were good things too, however, as there always are, especially if you remain patient and open. First of all, the house itself, all warm wood, and well decorated. Traditional Chinese scrolls (quotes by Taoist Masters in calligraphy) hung on walls. There were flowers, the bathroom clean.

Guang Yin (female Goddess of Compassion and help), the icon in a separate room This deity, with a lovely picture behind, made the setting 'holy.' I bowed before 'myself!' Note, don't ever 'objectify, Gods or Goddesses, as we are a part of… Don't separate them from you.

But, by 10:30P.M., I was getting unhappy. I told 'Alex,' that if we didn't depart in ten minutes, I would walk back to Mt. Cook. Note, he was involved with the rituals, so 'torn.' But, he came through as soon as he could. I need to explain to 'Alex' about 'old fart laowei,' or the 'grandfather-irascible-curmudgeon' type!'

Before departing the exuberant Chinese woman passed out divinations on book marks, and a gift of fruit/candy. Mine, translated (by 'Alex') meant something like, ' I offered many 'Xie dies!'

On the way, I asked for heat in the Japanese automobile; the young Chinese driver now sans his female companion.

I was so much happier, watching the Port of Wellington and City Centre pass, and soon back at 55A!

I think I was undressed and into bed 'lickity split!' Never so happier than falling asleep before I 'new' it!

新年快乐！ ('Xin Nian Cui-la!')

in Mt. Cook, Wellington, N.Z.

P.S. Don't get the wrong idea about the Chinese people mentioned here, I love them all! This tale just written as such to show, expound on what one learns when cycling the world! Asians (Chinese) think differently than Westerners, but that doesn't make them inferior, or worse/better, just different, And this is something that's wise to understand (should you be dealing with some or traveling there).

220112, Saturday, 'Chip off the ole Blok!'

2012-01-21T01:07:00.001-08:00

I'm beginning, at 72-years of age, to feel the effects of an aging, slightly abused, body. It's called old age! My feet, my teeth, my digestion system now 'talking to me!' You lose/gain everything, even your 'mind' ultimately. But, all is not 'lost/found!'

I'm planning my 'shedding of the body,' with great anticipation! Birth and death (of the body) a part of life. No death, no life in Duality. You want 'eternal life,' evolve to Singularity: The feeling beyond feeling, the 'know feeling!' RENOYIN (A spiritual orgasmic!).

'I'm' planning on that moment, our last 'thought' (before losing ego consciousness) -- and what that should be…? Have you thought about this? Note, Tibetan Buddhists spend their lives preparing for 'there' death/life! No ego consciousness, TAO CONSCIOUSNESS! For the religious, 'God Consciousness!'

I read where people fight against this, this evolving process. Such agony they must cause themselves! We should welcome it, participating in the 'changes' along the way. It's Nature/Tao itself (US)!

Modern wo/man so estranged from 'there' source, Nature, God, Buddha, Tao, name it as you please! Note, people fight and die over wor(l)ds!

All that happens is that we 'lose' the material to 'gain' the spiritual!

And inevitable, so GO WITH THE FLOW… EVOLVE...

RENOYIN!

210112, Saturday BLOK

2012-01-21T01:06:00.001-08:00

Carole,

There is no 'external,' ultimately, and only in Duality where you have its opposite, 'internal.' The 'trick,' get beyond Duality!

What is the meaning of the wor(l)d 'external,' anyway? Isn't it possible that you, me and Richard (others) have different ideas about what that wor(l)d means? You only have to look in a dictionary to 'no their' are multiple definitions, depending on the context. Is it also possible that we live in slightly different wor(l)ds? That we come together in various dictionaries? Note, think what power lexicographers have?

No figurative, no poetry!

No poetry, no joy!

No joy, no understanding!

No understanding, no metaphors,

No 'metawhors,' no life!

No life, no consciousness!

I ask this question of everyone, but 'knowbody' seems to want to answer the following… I think I'm 'begging this question,' 'When the last 'dumo sapien' succumbs (becomes extinct), will we have been 'hear' at all?' It's safer to be a 'slave of y/our dictionary!'

Lewis Carroll wrote, 'Only children run to a dictionary.' Being a 'slave of a dictionary' makes you finite (small). 'I'/we want to be infinite (large)! 'I'/we 'no won' Way… Tantric Taoism. In his book, 'Through the Looking Glass,' Carroll had 'Humpty Dumpty,' say, 'When I choose a wor(l)d, I also choose its meaning!'

Read Lewis Carroll, a Christian writer -- some amazing stuff!

Get beyond words! The feeling beyond feeling, the 'know' feeling!

Renoyin!

Blessings!

Hutch/Haqi

on the eve of the New

Year of the Water Dragon (230112 = 9 A '9' year in numerology.).

P.S. 'Neutrinos are just another 'wor(l)d' for nothing left to loose!'

Now, here's the Mystery:

2012-01-12T11:58:00.000-08:00

Some k'no'w, or try to explain in religious terms.

Some, in scientific terms!

Some, in esoteric or 'mystical' terms!

All use different words!

They fight and die over these wor(l)ds!

Is this smart? Well, it does help to keep world population in check, along with 'Natural disasters,' and disease!

The picture ('Mystery') is of a 'star incubator,' where stars are born!

And most stars have planets at least in our constellation ('The Milky Way'). And planets (mothers) have the ability to creative life (consciousness) with 'there' star (fathers).

The Earth, our 'mother' (home) is 'won!' We 'no' we exist, but how to prove? Some say this is but a 'dream,' we need to 'awaken from.' ('Where you located at, son, I'm fixin' to come pick you up.') Some believe this is 'Reality.' I/we 'no' it as 'Duality:' Yin - Yang (planet - sun, 'mother' - 'father').

I'm/we're using certain wor(l)ds to describe... Thus, creating my/our 'wor(l)d.'

You, using different wor(ll)ds,' create a slightly different Wor(l)d!

We 'cum' together in various dictionaries!

We all 'no' we're 'write!' Herein lies the 'problem' - 'solution!' It's all just trying to keep the 'host' (body) from being devoured by multiplying 'cancer cells!'

This is the unnamed 'Tao' (before 'wor(l)ds').

'Tantric Taoism' our Way (to get 'their').

'Where you located at? (all related to the 'speed' you're traveling').

Ni ming bai ma?

Even Shadows!

2012-01-11T10:59:00.001-08:00

Even Shadows! (dedicated to my KIWI friends!)

Sheep hills,

Green waves,

All for Blacks

New Zealand!

Roller-coaster riding,

Pedaling,

Braking,

Shifting,

Slow up,

Fast down!

Swimming,

Surfing,

Fishing,

Sailing,

Water and sheep,

Hills so steep,

Pills I take to get 'their!'

A sunny morning in Pukekawa,

Even shadows!

P.S. But, no Kiwi birds!

070112 BLOK

2012-01-11T10:57:00.000-08:00

070112 BLOK

My experiences traveling around the world by bicycle are extraordinary!

Here I am only 70+ KM from Auckland, where I started three days ago, and in Pukekawa, a place I'd never heard of before. But, what a lovely place as has a view of the valley and Waikato River winding below. If you're into a peaceful respite this makes my 'Best List,' in the category: 'Home-Farmstay Backers (with a view!).'

Additionally, I'd been concerned at launching my long trip during a rising moon. I don't like to be 'out there' on these highways nearing a full moon! It gets crazier than usual. I like to start with a 'New Moon!' (Note the poem at the end of this trip description.)

We ended up going further than planned the first day! This by 'accident? Thus, at five hours into, and 60KM down the road we were still not there. And here came the hills -- just what my feet didn't need at that point!

The first part of the day was easy, however. I must have averaged almost 20KMPH, the first two hours (getting out of Auckland). Then I stopped to go to a toilet in Drury.

When I emerged from the automatic toilet I noticed Mr. Fetes had fallen over. I had thought I'd done a good job parking him, but somehow, maybe with the wind's assistance, he was lying on top of the wooden guard rail -- luckily not the derailleur side. His 'head,' (handlebars) was twisted about in such a fashion as to lock the front brake. At first, I couldn't figure it out, as always too quick to try something. Then, step by step, I made everything right again, cursing myself silently for being irresponsible, yet again! If only I'd remember my bamboo stick (stand). But, I'd forgotten it, left on the porch at Jim's in Mt. Eden. I now have two good stick stands doing nothing but 'holding up walls!' How profoundly stupid can you get? Maybe it's dementia, but I'm short-term-memory challenged! I always forget at least one item.

Onward, I stopped several times to make sure everything was working property. It seemed to be, except the front brake whose cable and been twisted around like a pretzel! More cursing!

I arrived in Pukekohe (Gad, these Maori names...?), a town of some size. This, in only three hours. I found the 'i' (for tourist information) directly. I have infinitely good 'radar' for such which makes traveling the world possible (finding your way).

The woman on duty, name 'Jo,' became fascinated with my story and, in turn, such help! No, no places to camp right in Pukehoke, but then she remembered something... There was one south around Pukekawa (Gad, these Maori names...?). She spent some time researching this online and on the telephone, finally. 'They're good people,' she blessed me with.

I was on my way shortly turning right, or south on Buckland Road. Jo had draw me a map, and I had signed the guest register (www.cyclingpeace.org). I figured the distance to be something like another 20KM. Another two hours, now about 1:30P.M. in the afternoon.

But, this is where I was led astray, or me not thinking well enough. I'd planned to spend the night in Pukehoke, as far enough for the first day. But, had I stayed in Pukekohe, I wouldn't have partaken of this, and 'this' turns out to be very good! An accident...?

I've learned the hard way, to start a long trip slowly, don't go too far, or for too long the first day out. Now, here I was repeating the same mistake of nine weeks ago, when I headed north for Cape Reinga. When Jo had announced $100NZD per night for the lowest motel room, the 'Farmstay-Backpackers' place seemed like a better decision. Of course, it didn't sound that far...

So, I went following her map, south through Toakau, over the bridge, but then up and up and up, a series of hills that wore my feet out! I kept hoping to see the School, but it was further than expected (Aren't most things?). Finally, after the smallest Library in the world (I stopped to take a picture.) the School sign came into view, confirming I hadn't gotten lost, nor was the turnoff very far ahead. Plus, it was down hill! My feet 'screaming' at me to stop!

1KM ahead on the left, Churchill Road, and a sign for, 'Shekinah Backpackers, 3KM.' Ironically, at the intersection, a golf course! Note, I wonder if there are any Maori golfers?

From there, I pass a foursome of 'Pakeha' (white) women playing golf (Thursday must be 'Ladies Day' at the club.). I continue down hill on a 'sealed' road. Then when Churchill turns right or south, Shekinah is straight ahead another 1KM. Here the 'sealed' starts to dwindle, and finally turns into gravel the last two hundred meters.

Just before the Shekinah driveway, a steep down, and then immediately a steep up that I cranked to their very door step. I'm completely out of breath by then, and almost fall over! The reward, $10NZD off the usual $40 for one of their two cabins. I'd planned on setting up my tent, but the cabin only $12NZD more than a tent site. Note, if I don't have to set up my tent when exhausted at the end of the cycling day, so much the easier! Best of all, Anita and her partner, Penny, live up to Jo's description, 'Good people!'

The first night I meet a couple from Sweden, Lars and Ellinor (driving around New Zealand). The next day I meet Herfried and Denise, a German couple working and hitchhiking around New Zealand. Herfried, an interesting artist, and we have several good conversations before they departed. You don't find people like this in your hometown.

There's dogs, cats and sheep at Shekinah, as it's partly a working farm (Penny's job). Note, I've been sitting watching how sheep graze, fascinating! There's an old bus, named 'Wharepahi,' that you can sleep in, live in! It has an even better view of the valley below. So, if you want a peaceful place to rest, this is it, north of Hamilton, and south of Auckland, New Zealand! It's apart of the www.bbh.com.co.na ('Budget Backpackers Hostel' network). For those who want to trade a little work for room and board, this is what Herfried and Denise were doing at Shekinah.

Now, on the 7th (of January), our third day and only 70KM out of Auckland, we're still here at Shekinah. But, maybe all of this our good fortune as it's raining steadily outside. We would have been caught out in this, had I not needed to rest my feet. I took off my 'Thirsty Boots,' and have stayed for awhile, 'my feet were hot and weary from a dusty mile!' Note, Anita did some kind of therapy (body massage) on me, invented by Tom Bowen an Australian...? Anyone out there ever heard about this...? This, Anita suggested to aid my sore feet.

That's what makes what I do (cycling the world) adventurous... You never know what's going to happen. And at my age (72), you never know what body part is going to give you trouble next! But, I wouldn't (couldn't) have it any other way! 'Too far,' that first day? Maybe! But, maybe just right, and in the perfect place for the moment!

WITH A GOOD MOON RISING!

Distant clouds,

The moon rising,,,

Is this a new moon

In a 'see' of green,

Or, am i just rising to the occasion?

Pukewaka,

Docka,

Pudding and pie,

Never say die!

Struggle up the hills,

Persevere!

And you get 'their!'

To distant clouds,

With a Good moon rising!

OUR CYCLING MOTTO:

We eat hills for breakfast,

The wind for lunch.

We dine on lofty peaks!

We drink the nectar from clouds!

We let nothing stop us!

THE 'HONEYMOON' CONTINUES...

www.cyclingpeace.org

'Legends of the Maori,'

2012-01-11T10:52:00.001-08:00

'Legends of the Maori,' Volume I, by Hon. Sir Mauri Pomare & James Cowan (1930)

"Maori-Polynesian mythology, like that of the Old World, has numerous stories of unions between gods and human beings. (Believe it or not, this has happened to me/us!) In some legends it is a god who descends to earth, attracted by a lovely woman. In others the heavenly being, who weds a mortal, is a goddess. There is much beauty in some of these stories of the loves of atua and mortals."

"One is the Arawa legend of Puhaorangi (Gentle Breath of Heaven) and Kura-i-monoa (Precious Treasure). Puhaorangi was a celestial being who beheld the beautiful Kura from his eyrie in the clouds. He descended to her in the guise of a rupe, a dove or pigeon, just as Jupiter assumed the form of a swan in order to approach the fair Leda in the stream. The rupe was 'fondled,' by the lovely girl, who became a mother. Her son was give the name of Oho-mai-range (Surprise from the Sky, or Heavenly Awakening), and from him many Maori trace their descent. Many a genealogy begins with the names of Puhaorangi and his earthly wife and the semi-divine child, Oho-mai-rangi."

191211 BLOK / 'Creating Singularity,' #76

2012-01-11T10:45:00.001-08:00

191211 BLOK / 'Creating Singularity,' #76

What's the brightest thing in the Universe, our sun, an exploding SUPERNOVA, pulsating madness? What's the opposite of that? A Black Hole, sucking everything into it (maybe coming out the other side in a different Universe)! This is a great example of enantiodromia (opposites attracting)!

We don't 'no,' what the 'Universe' is really, lest we have created! Note, should be named a 'Duoverse,' or 'Biverse'), because our existence is a dual one (Duality). 'We' create these things (constellations, Universes, etc.), they don't exist objectively!

We are (collectively) everything (and also nothing in Duality). And 'everything,' is just another word for 'Dog,' or 'God,' spelled backwards! There is 'know' objective world 'out there!' 'We' project it like a film projector projects the 'pictures' onto a screen. We are the 'film,' the projector our 'minds,' and what's projected on the screen is dual 'reality!'

I shall always appreciate Chuang Zi's quote/question, 'Am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man, or a man dreaming I'm a butterfly?' I would answer, 'Both!'

Life is consciousness, trapped in a labyrinth, an imbroglio, living in a conundrum! Yet people die over words and explanations (my 'God,' is better than your 'God!').

I just hope we're not too clever, and destroy ourselves before we solve (the mystery). And penultimate religion isn't any good for such! You have to find out for yourself! You ultimately have to 'no!'

120112

2012-01-11T10:41:00.000-08:00

On such and such...

If you're into 'religion,' don't 'cum' our Way, as in Tantric Taoism! It's mysterious, an imbroglio wrapped in an enigma, trying to escape from a labyrinth, and ultimately beyond wo(l)rds!

'In the beginning was the 'word!' In the ending the 'no-word!'

Go figure!

The Magic Dragon

AKA Haqi

201211 BLOK ‘Creating Singularity, #77

2012-01-11T10:38:00.001-08:00

201211 BLOK ‘Creating Singularity, #77

‘We’ are everywhere in the Universe!

The ‘reality’ you’re discussing, is ‘Duality,’ for the lack of better description.

‘Religion’ is penultimate, because ‘It, lives' in Duality (‘I and Thou’).

The ‘solution’ in this life is to get beyond Duality ('Wor(l)d' Reality) to Singularity! This is where there is no separation between you and ‘God!’ Call it what you want, use whatever 'wor(l)ds!'

Religions fight (and die) over 'wor(l)ds!' Silly business, but such does help, along with resultant violence, to keep world population in check (the Tao at work actually)!

We don’t care what you call ‘It:' 'God,' 'religion,' 'Spirituality,' 'Mysticism!' ‘It’s’ ultimately all the same! We just use different ‘wor(l)ds’ to describe ‘It!’

But, we say in Tantric Taoism: ‘The God you call God, is not God!’ And the ‘thing before' ‘God,’ can’t be named, as ‘It’ doesn't 'exist' in Duality! ‘It just was!’ ‘We’ call that the Tao! But, ‘The Tao we call Tao, is ‘knot’ Tao!’ (Chapter #1, ‘Tao Te Ching,’ by Lao Zi) That’s as far as we can describe in Duality (‘Wor(l)d' Reality’).

The ‘connection,’ is a feeling! It's an emotional experience (spiritual 'orgasm,' 24/7) It changes your 'wor(l)d,' view and how you live life, forever! It’s being ‘taken’ by a Divine Lover in Spiritual Intercourse, the union of compassion and wisdom! This, begetting unconditional love! It's spiritual 'orgasm and birth' simultaneously!

Should we fight and die over the 'wor(l)ds' we use to describe ‘It?’ 'Know!'

Jung 'new,' he didn't have to 'believe!' THIS IS THE ‘KNOWING,’ VERSUS ‘BELIEVING!’ Note: There's a huge difference between ‘religion,’ (believing) and ‘spirituality/mysticism’ ('knowing')!

'It's better 'two no?'

P.S. How much better can we explain?

080112

2012-01-11T10:33:00.000-08:00

080112 (a rainy Sunday) We're back on the road again passing through Pukewaka, N.Z.

For my friends in China:

So funny one day in Lijiang, I went out to visit Dara at 'artist Chin's' (?) house an unfinished concrete mansion with a stunning view of Yulong Mountain (5,500M ASL). Dara had invited me shortly after moving out there (east, across the valley from BaiSha).

I rode out on Mr. Fetes, the last 100M daunting, however, as finally up a steep dirt road. I had wanted to meet 'artist Chin' and see what was going on out there. He only had young Chinese women as students which made me suspicious (being a 'father'). After 'Frogman, I began being more careful about Dara (only 23-years of age at the time). In addition, I thought she had artistic talent, and could be a painter of some merit (at least as a vocation). I 'invested' in her, many thinking I had only one thing in mind. I didn't. Sorry, this isn't an 'R' rated tale, maybe 'GP!'

Unfortunately, the day I had chosen to visit Dara, 'teacher Chin' had gone off to visit his friend (English name 'Michael'?) in SheHe. On the other hand, it was all very interesting, this 'painting school!' in this secluded and remote concrete Villa with a view of Jade Dragon mountain.

The Big Main room was filled with all kinds of interesting things, from a DVD library and flat-screen TV to life-size paintings of nude women (hanging up high). This is where 'artist Chin' had his easel, along side Dara's, and the other 'freshman' artist's. He probably wanted to see what they were painting, keep tabs on their progress.

After checking out the 'Big Main' room, I followed Dara around to several of the older artist's studios, seniority worthy of a private room (with view of Yulong). Guess where my depraved mind went...? I smelled a fish, but pardon the pun!

One, had painted Dara, but it didn't look much like her (in my opinion). There was something going on there, some kind of subterfuge, but maybe one-sided...? I never 'new' what this was about, because Dara never explained completely, except maybe that the older artist was jealous of Dara's talent, status, whatever. 'Ka, ka,' basically!

I got to see where the girls slept, bunk beds crammed into a small room, and belongings strew about. Dara had piled all hers in one corner.

Down the same wing, was 'artists Chin's?' room behind a locked door. More naked women, everywhere you turned. 'Teacher Chin' likes to paint naked women,' Dara tried to explain. I didn't need any, but also maybe premature in my judgement. I wanted to ask Dara if he ever asked her to pose in the nude, but didn't. So, chaste Chinese women appeared to me (Dara, etc.) -- seemingly undaunted by all the female pubic hair in plain view. At the same time so earnest to please me with their politeness and deference to age (part of the reason I was 'seduced' into living in China for five years).

The girls (Dara and another young female artist/name?) fixed tea and cakes, and we sat at a table in the Big Main room. It had a good, albeit 'naked' feeling to it. It's how some men decorate, I remember thinking!

The girls showed me their 'works in progress,' both paintings of a serious nature. No naked bodies. I think one had a Christian theme to it. Note, interesting to me so many Chinese interested in Christianity.

What a perfect setting I thought... the 'Big Main' room, the house, mansion, location, the girls (students), the view... with the right energy, all of it could be developed into something with a worldwide reputation! I would have loved to have been the one (instead of Chin) the Hong Kong (or Singaporean?) owners had chosen, the deal not much 'rent' only to finish, develop, and enjoy! Such great hiking right out your back door! And not that far from Lijiang City, with a 'famous' ('Flying Tigers') landing strip right in front! It was perfect, save for the right people with enough money. We could have turned such into an Esalen / 'Comedia del Arte' kind of miieu, where students, etc. came to partake of the energy (to create, to beget, to whatever). Note, I'd had the same idea in Xining up on Bai Shan mountain, an unfiinished Old English castle-like concrete-block structure, supposed to have been a hotel, but the developer ran out of money. But, I could never get the local Chinese Government to understand.

After leaving some gifts for 'artist Chin,' I departed regretting having not met him. On the other hand, he had a reputation for not liking foreigners (laowei').

The ride back to my rented house in Old Town, Lijiang City easy as slightly downhill (but generally with the S.W. wind in my face). I'd been on this road up to the Yulong National Park, hundreds of times before.

Ultimately, I didn't worry about Dara's possible compromising situation. She never complained to me about Chin, as she had 'Frogman.' Secondly, the situation there started dissolving almost as soon as it had started (at least for Dara). She moved back in Lijiang City. There was some mystery about a fire, and the house being watched by the police. Chin smoked of course, like most Chinese men. Maybe they thought he was smoking 'dama?'

Young Dara was nobodies' fool, appearing weak, she could hold her own. I once witnessed (still can't believe it) a physical fight between her and Frogman! Note, the reason I got Dara out of Rhizome (Lijiang Art Jerkoff, cum French restaurant), was the bad energy there! Note, they didn't like Chinese 'daugther' Irilin either (they thought she was stealing from them).

Thus, I am both (Dara and Irillin's) proud American 'father!' They are two of my Chinese 'daughters' (just informal 'adoption'). Of course, the unevolved think I did/do whatever to take advantage of them, to get them in bed, etc. They wouldn't believe I'm actually a celibate Taoist monk, having taken vows in Kathmandu, Nepal, in 2005. (Note, this is verifiable if you don't believe me. Contact a Buddhist monk there, name Karma Sherpa, he's the one that initiated me..).

I think Chinese women better than Chinese men. Of course, I'm generalizing, as I know several outstanding Chinese men (my own 'son,' Richard for example). But, if it came down to choosing between the two genders, I'd select 'female!'

They are superior in every way save for bulging muscles. They're certainly stronger both mentally, emotionally, and even physically in some cases. And for any job (except one, of course)! (Note, I've had Naxi (the Lijiang local ethic group) women tell me that their males are only good for that 'seed,' maybe hard physical labor.) In fact, the smartest person I know in all of China, is a female, English name, 'Helen.'

Chinese men are spoiled ('princelings' they're called). I think Chinese couples who hope for a male child, stupid. I'd certainly hope for a female child. Males don't seem to work as hard (maybe, as I want to be fair)! And all the Chinese men I observed want to do is gamble playing cards. Why Macao now raking in billions!

Chinese wives should withhold sex, until they get what they need (money) as fidelity is too much to ask! On the other hand, Chinese, women in general, clever enough and probably do, although this an ancient 'game' all over the world, and as old as 'Homo Erectus!' Regular marriage between man and woman, all the other possibilities, is transactional, conditional. Why it fails so often! 'She doesn't love me!' 'I'm just his sex object!' Etc.

Chinese wives are into security, not romantic love! That's way down the list, way below security, family, and home! But, if you want a devoted, woman to take care of you, they're great at such. They're practical, as they have to be. I don't know how they are in bed, as I never partook, but I'm sure it's all about conceiving, not necessarily enjoying. I'll have to ask some...? They know they have to produce an offspring (preferably male) to be taken care of when they grow old, ad infinitum.

Family, group, that's how Chinese people identify. Wealth, the security. Again, sex only a means to an end. Of course (circa. 2010), Chinese culture getting 'fractured' with the invasion of western media nee different ideas about love, sex, children, family, etc. Old folks homes the next 'growth industry' in China.

I'm just glad I never had any children of my own (won't need care in my old age)! The many Chinese 'sons' and 'daughters' I have are enough! I love them all, unconditionally!

F.A. Hutchison

cycled 50,000KM all over China in five years!

P.S. Note, besides 'Dara' and 'Irilin,' some other of my Chinese 'daughters,' 'Stephanie,' 'Amily,' and 'Indy, to name a few more... I have Chinese 'sisters' as well.

040112 BLOK

2012-01-03T19:41:00.000-08:00

040112 BLOK

Tomorrow Thursday, 5 January, we're 'hitting the road' again, as the 'Honeymoon,' continues...

In and out,

Back and forth,

Until...

We are

Lost in each other,

'Knot noing'

Which is which, but

'Knot' really caring!

RENOYIN!

Departing Auckland we head south for Palmerston North (and friend Carl Stapleton). From there to Wellington, the Capitol, but more importantly the ferry to the South Island. Ultimately, first goal is Queenstown, as I need some dry and brown (snowy mountains in the b.g.).

It's summer in New Zealand, just reversed from where some of you live! I cycled in Sweden in the winter, so I know (less light, slippery business).

In April (Fall here), I have to decide about Chile, how to get there best (nee either sailing across the Pacific Ocean, or a good deal/flight some 11 hours). And from what city? The fare is expensive ($2KU.S.D.). It might be less expensive to fly to Hawaii, and some such crazy 'higher volume' route to Santiago. Harder on the body, however, and I'm 26,289 days old!

In the meantime, the longest journey begins with the first 'crank' (in our case)! But ultimately, 'The journey IS THE DESTINATION, for me!' I do have a deadline (Macchu Pichu by 1 December), but I think that is possible!

Hutch,'

F.A. , Alexander, or Frederick,

Maybe Haqi,

Maybe Vajra Varahi Yogoni?

'Quien sabe?

21211 BLOK UPDATE ON LIFE, LOVE AND THE 'TANE MAHUTA.'

2011-12-21T15:36:00.000-08:00

I've been back in Auckland maybe ten days, and have accomplished much. I've finally 'jumped through every hoop,' that N.Z. Immigration has requested, and finally hope. I'm waiting for the letter, the best Christmas present I could receive.

In the meantime, doing the 'dance,' the 'dance of modern survival,' having filled in all the gaps (with the perfect kind of glue). It exhausts me. Cycling, even with weight, is easier for me, it's all the other stuff that is debiliating. I 'plaine' is to 'crank' out of Duality (modern life), in the next 2,3 years, but quien sabe (hopefully Bolivia/Andes). I guess that will be another test, the Ego hanging on desperately to the bitter end never giving up (until completely throttled!).

I'm eating well, and sleeping most of the night (Jim's daughter's bed). I feel stronger, as having cranked up to Cape Reinga. If only I'd been able to touch the 'Tane Mahuta,' ('The Lord of the Forest').

Now, however, having not touched yet, I have a new story/mopic idea based on the 'Tane Mahua!' ('The Lord of the Forest'). We animate this tree back to 'life,' and s/he tells the story of his 2,000-year old life (both male and female point of view! And to whom? Probably an old-guy cyclist having gotten there on such!

221211 BLOK, 'C'mon now!'

2011-12-21T15:24:00.000-08:00

"C'mon, now,

Smile on your brother now,

Everybody get together now,

Try to love one another right now!

Right now!

Right now!"

(BIG MOUNTAIN LYRICS)

Now!

'Try to love one another right now!'

WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS, TRY LOVE, BUT THE REAL KIND, THE GIVING KIND, THE UNCONDITIONAL KIND! YOU'LL BE SURPRISED AT THE RESULTS!

201211 BLOK ‘Creating Singularity, # _________.

2011-12-19T15:42:00.000-08:00

201211 BLOK ‘Creating Singularity, # _________.

Paul,

‘We’ are everywhere in the Universe!

The ‘reality’ you’re discussing, is ‘Duality,’ for the lack of better description.

‘Religion’ is penultimate, because ‘It,’ lives in Duality (‘I and Thou’).

The ‘trick’ in life is to get beyond, to Singularity, this is

Where there is no separation between you and ‘God!’

Call it what you want!

Religions fight (and die) over words!

Silly business!

I don’t care what you call ‘It,’

‘It’s’ all the same!

We just use different ‘wor(l)ds’ to describe ‘It!’

But, we say this in Tantric Taoism:

‘The God you name God, is not the ‘God!’

The ‘thing’ behind ‘God,’ can’t be named, as ‘It’ doesn’t ‘live’ in Duality!

‘It just was!’

‘We’ call that the Tao! But,

‘The Tao you name as Tao, is ‘knot’ Tao!’ (Chapter #1, ‘Tao Te Ching,’ by Lao Zi)

That’s as far as we can describe in Duality (‘Word Reality’).

The ‘connection,’ (you’re right) is a feeling, an emotional experience that changes your view of the world (and how you live it) forever! It’s being ‘taken’ by unconditional love! Note, this has happened to me/us!

Does that mean we have to fight and die over the words we use to describe ‘It?’

THIS IS THE ‘KNOWING,’ VERSUS ‘BELIEVING!’

The huge difference between ‘religion,’ and ‘spirituality!’

191211 BLOK

2011-12-19T10:32:00.001-08:00

191211 BLOK / 'Creating Singularity,' #

I shall always appreciate Chuang Zi's quote/question, 'Am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man, or a man dreaming I'm a butterfly?' I would answer, 'Both!'

Life is consciousness, trapped in a labyrinth, an imbroglio, living in a conundrum! Yet people die over words and explanations (my 'God,' is better than your 'God!').

'Legends of the Maori'

2011-12-17T12:12:00.000-08:00

'Legends of the Maori,' Volume I, by Hon. Sir Mauri Pomare & James Cowan (1930)

"One is the Arawa legend of Puhaorangi ('Gentle Breath of Heaven') and Kura-i-monoa ('Precious Treasure'). Puhaorangi was a celestial being who beheld the beautiful Kura from his eyrie in the clouds. He descended to her in the guise of a rupe, a dove or pigeon, just as Jupiter assumed the form of a swan in order to approach the fair Leda in the stream. The rupe was 'fondled,' by the lovely girl, who became a mother. Her son was give the name of Oho-mai-range ('Surprise from the Sky, or Heavenly Awakening'), and from him many Maori trace their descent. Many a genealogy begins with the names of Puhaorangi and his earthly wife and the semi-divine child, Oho-mai-rangi."

On science, religion and mysticism...

2011-12-17T11:38:00.000-08:00

Dick, much appreciated, you introducing me to Quantum Mechanics, and the 'New Physics,' (via 'Firtteroff and the boys, Zucough') years ago...

...the 'boundary,' (of science) is Duality ('yin and yang' -- ancient Chinese just as smart as the ancient G(r)eeks)

The trick in life, Dick, is to get beyond to Singularity, a non-objective 'world' of bliss, described so many times as 'oneness,' 'wholeness,' union,' etc. And Tantric Taoism one way to get there...

Science, to me is just another 'religion,' with Einstein, Heisenberg, Bell, Higgs (Newton and Leonardo, included) some of the 'Gods!' People believe it's the Gospel. I don't necessarily, but it's 'won' way of 'seaing' existence (Due-ality).

When we attempt to think beyond we label it 'mysticism,' or 'spirituality,' as if different from 'science' (or religion for that matter). They are, we are, in search of the unknowable, just use different wo(l)rds!

Note, my 'doe' is 'knot' your 'dough.'

Hutch

P.S. I would like always to put whatever I 'right' in quotation marks. Why? It's the figurative, not the literal! I'm a poet.

121211 BLOK

2011-12-16T14:39:00.001-08:00

121211 BLOK (Kaitaia to Whangarei)

Sunday morning (4 Dec.), departure day from Kaitaia... But, it was raining and not just the usual short shower, but hard and looking like it would continue for some time.

I had breakfast, and got packed up anyway. I asked Dave about the weather, and he said it was predicted to rain for another 12 hours. I told him, I might stay one more night, or at least get as far as 'Rabbi's' (some 15KM on Highway #1. Highway #1 in the direction I was going to partake of the Kauri Forest (via Whirinaki). This, via Mangamuka Pass (all of 383M / 1,300ft. ASL).

About 3P.M. in the afternoon, the rain slackened so I headed out, eager to get on the road again (after an entire week in Kaitaia). It took little more an hour to get to Victoria Valley Road. But, I was wet by the time I got there, as the drizzle was steady all the way.

There was a gate, and dogs (always the same for rural houses), but 'Rabbi' (Alan real name) came running, and the dogs were friendly.

'Rabbi,' turns out, lives with Sean (who I'd met at the Hike and Bike), a woman (the house owner), and another unnamed guy. I might have guessed, however, as there was no hot water (for shower), in fact a problem with any water... What came 'shooting' out from the tap was from the river. I was concerned about such as they boiled before using. Thus, I used my own (carry 2 liters with me). It was like being with the 'Beverly Hill Killies,' without the 'Beverly!'

I had brought a little present for 'Rabbi,' and we shared such. But, they partake in the most unusual way, and I've been doing such for forty years! They hold a bit on an electric burner, then suck up via a beer bottle (with the bottom cut out). This, the 'no evidence' way! Talk about paranoia!

They brought in the metal cot from the porch, which I tried to sleep on, but maybe the worst bed I've had in two months in New Zealand. I would have slept on the floor but was rightly concerned about fleas (with the dogs in the house). In fact, they told me that the couch was 'suspect,' as the dogs slept on. There was some mention of 'a bed in the shed,' but when I saw, I, ya, yi, yippie, ah, 'rubbishville!' Note, I don't understand how some people can live in such squalor!

That evening I gave them $20 (basically a Christmas present), but at first, they wouldn't take it. I insisted however, and put the bill on their mantel. It 'disappeared' by morning (one of 'Santa's elves'...).

What contrasts for me cycling from place to place on No. Island, N.Z.! From the very best and most sophisticated, to the lowest fleabag hostel and also attacked by kids at Whatiki Landing (in my tent). On the '5-star end,' the Dohertys of Onerahi/Whangarei, and the 'Wave FM,' family of Scottish Waipu! On the 'low' end, 'The Hike and Bike' Hostel in Kaitaia and Rabbi's house. Note, the situation at Jim's house in Mt. Eden/Auck., rates '6-stars!'

The next morning I had to depart early as 'Rabbi' and the group were driving into Kaitaia early (by 0900). So, I was on the road earlier than usual.

Following Highway #1, I went up Mangamuka 'mountain' pass. Someone had warned that this was 'challenging' but it turned out to be much less than advertised. But, because I had 'thought' it would be difficult, I was mentally prepared. That's the solution, being mentally prepared. But, sometimes the 'low' turns out to be 'high,' and the 'high' turns out to be 'low.'

But, it was a long 'down,' from the 383M / 1,300ft. crest. I almost laughed about such, but refrained. These, N.Z. hills, are steep, but not 'mountains' to us who have cycled in Tibet. On the other hand, sometimes they're difficult as so steep (11% grades). Small country N.Z., steep grades, a land of rolling green pastures, ocean vistas, gray skies, and the incessant wind (at least 'Northland' / No. Island).

On the ferry, from Kohukohu to Rawene, a tall gray woman checked me out (my legs), but we never spoke. Most people curious about an old man on such a bicycle.

In Rawene, I had the best muffin in N.Z., at the Boathouse Gallery and Cafe.

After another 20KM and two pretty good hills I was in Whirinaki, which is nothing basically. But, up Johnson Road a kilometer in the world of the Peter Land family farm.

I had returned to play Santa Claus, giving them three small gifts (printed photographs, and a poem). In return a 'stream' of interesting stories out of Peter Land, the Patriarch (now with something like 60 grand children).

I have found this 83-year old man who was born in Tonga, fascinating! Before meeting him I'd never even heard of 'Tonga!' Additionally, the Land family... An interesting migration from England to New York City, to eastern Canada, to western Canada (Vancouver), and then sailing to Tonga in the 19th Century. Peter's virtually 'famous' for teaching himself Chinese (has never been to China) and then translating the 'Tao Te Ching,' into English (although there are many). He calls it a 'literal' translation. I bought a copy while I was there.

Sleeping in one of the Land's caravans (the same as the first time there) was a trial, but I got out the next morning only partly 'eaten' (by bugs). I didn't see Catherine (Joseph's wife) the entire time, but they come and go. Brendon, from Ivercargill was new to me, yet helpful finding the book I'd loaned Peter, 'Chuang Tzu.' Gilbert, Joseph and Catherine's son gave me a big hug when I departed.

Then, I started out again, on to the Kauri Forest via Opononi (named for a famous Dolphin).

But first, whoa, some big hills climbing up over the ridges to Waimamaku. Down in Waimamaku (I love the Maori names!) I stopped to recover and partake of a blueberry muffin. Sitting outside in the 'partly sunny' skies I observed the tourists coming and going in their motor vehicles.

The 'big tree,' according to a woman, was only a 'thirty-minute' drive away. Note, motorists know time (if takes to get somewhere) but not distance. Cyclists always want the answer to 'how far?' in kilometers (or miles)!

Going up it turned out to be the most arduous part of the trip (so far). For the first time in N.Z., it was a long up (15KM. The grade wasn't steep, just long and curvy.

But, the big tree (the 'Tane Mahuta' / 'Lord of the Forest') was certainly worth the effort -- in fact, the highlight of this circuit ('Northland') so far!

In the dense sub-tropical forest grows this oldest and most majestic tree in all of N.Z. (that I know about). When I finally glimpsed it, I burst out loud, OH, MY GOD! Maybe it was the setting, the angle, the sun on it, but it's something seemingly animated in a 3D fantasy movie a la Spielberg. I've been in the Red Woods, the Sequoias in California/U.S.A., but this tree is more stunning somehow. It dwarfs all so majestic, so big, so old, and still living!

Then, down, down, and more down passing other, smaller, Kauri trees (note you can see up while riding a bicycle (yet another advantage). I stopped to touch one, as couldn't touch the 'Lord of the Forest.' Note, I'm a 'tree hugger!' 'Woodman, woodman, spare that tree, touch not a single bough!' (George Pope Morris).

After so many more kilometers, down and down now, I caught a glimpse of some buildings to my right. I thought they might be the Waipoua Forest Information Center, and sure enough! Down at the Waipoua River Bridge I turned right and followed the gravel road for about a kilometer. I checked out 'The Cafe,' but I was too late at 5P.M. They close at 4:30P.M.

So, I pressed on another 300M to the 'Camping Area.' Here, after 5P.M., it's 'self registration,' but I couldn't find the forms, etc. So, I stopped a man who called for a woman, who showed me 'the ropes.'

I'd first walked the area to see where to pitch my tent, passing a group of 4 couples, sitting having drinks. I silently smurked as just exactly how I don't want to end up, sitting around with the same 'ole: being a 'snow bird' (in the U.S. the older, retired couples who follow the sun).

I pitched my tent down near the 'parking lot,' as it had a low table.

Tables, always useful when tour cycling, at least for me. They provide Mr. Fiets a place to lean up against, and secondly a staging/storing area for gear.

I have to be organized when cycle camping, as it's so easy to misplace something. I'm a 'stage artist,' never going from disorganization to org.. I move things (gear in this case) a step at a time.

That evening nothing much, as too tired. Plus, sometimes I just want to be alone, and a tent offers unusual privacy!

The next morning the usual tasks: shower, laundry, bicycle maintenance.

Later, after lunchtime, I had a piece of carrot cake in The Cafe. I also bought some herbal 'bug repellent,' in their gift shop. The tiny container costing too much, but I was slightly desperate trying to keep from getting 'eaten!' Afterwards I was off to hike in the forest. I started up the gravel road toward the highway and soon came to a trail to the right (sign: 'Lookout' - 1 hour').

This trail started out fairly well, but as it progressed there was more and more mud and slippery roots to deal with. Also, it wound around so many directions, I was never quite sure where I was, except going up. Up and up we went, the hour slipping away. Finally, and suddenly it opened onto some mowed grass, so I knew I was close to something.

At the top I discovered a parking lot, and the old fire-lookout building. From the 'observation deck,' there was a view of the Tasman Sea to the west, in the foreground 'waves' of green hills. I took my usual pictures, and then scouted the area for an alternative route down. But, when I didn't find anything promising, I took the same trail back down.

I hadn't gone very far when I ran into a young couple hiking up. It didn't take too long to guess they weren't from N.Z. Turned out, they are from The Netherlands, so we chatted for a bit. Later, we met up again as they had parked their van not far from my tent.

On the way down I slipped and fell into the mud twice, cursing myself both times. I'm an experienced hiker/climber, and shouldn't be falling in such circumstances. But, some sections of the trail were like a swamp. When I got back down, I informed the woman running the gift shop, and she called someone who dealt with such. This trail, first of all, is at least 90 minutes up, possibly 1-hour down. Secondly, these trails need to be maintained -- this is New Zealand, not China!

The following day, cycling to Dargaville, I ran into a French cyclist (Cyril) at the Aranga Store. A wood sculpture had caught my eye, so I'd stopped to take a picture (Note, all now available at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/ .) We chatted for some time (even the French can speak English). He was on his first tour-cycling trip, and heading up to Cape Reinga (where I had just been). I gave him some advice, and then back into the wind.

It became easier and easier, however, as downhill. Then finally the wind helping the last 10KM, zooming me into Dargaville!

I went immediately to the Library to get online (only 3:30P.M.). I wanted to make sure Paul knew I was coming to Whangarei. This, to deal with my chest-Xray (for visa application). I needed to collect a document from the Whangarei Hospital, and include it in and mail the application.

After the Libary, the next step was finding a place for the night. I happened to see a sign, 'Backpackers,' and an arrow. I decided to check this out before finding the caravan park I had noticed coming into Darga. Am I glad I did! Even though relatively expensive ($28 per for a common bed), it turned out to be the best Hostel ('The Green House') of the entire trip! Clean, organized, just the opposite from The Hike and Bike' in Kaitaia. Additionally, Mr. Murray, the operator, had WIFI (for a price). So, I didn't have to use my bank card in the pay telephone. Paul had responded, via email, and seemed happy I was on my way to Whangarei.

I thought I was going to have the prevailing Westerlies helping me to Whangarei, but guess what? By the next day a front had shifted the direction, and once again it was in my face (now from the southeast). Highway #14, my route, takes you across the Northland Pennisula (Dargaville to Whangarei), roughly 60KM. It's hilly, of course!

The 'crank' was basically uneventful (I prefer) except for another 'first,' for me tour cycling (11 years now). Somewhere, my front derailleur wouldn't shift to the largest (fastest) crank wheel. I couldn't figure this out until, upon closer examination, I noticed a piece of gravel lodged inside the derailleur. I tried to pry it out with a stick, but it wouldn't budge.

I stopped at Tangiteroria (I love the Maori names.), this to rest and deal with the derailleur. I went looking for a small screw driver, but not to be. I walked across the highway to a motor vehicle garage, but no one was about. Finally, I dumped some water on the derailleur. Interesting, how inventive you can get, when the situation calls for it. I had been lucky, the crank wheels I needed most (middle and small) hadn't been affected. And actually I could have made it all the way into 'Fang.' without using the largest. What you need on a heavy touring bike in N.Z., is the low gears (because of the steep hills). You can always coast downhill.

There was some more hills around Maungatapere, so I stopped to rest before (drinking/eating a Turkish fig). Again, I tried to pry out the little 'rock,' from the front derailleur, but I discovered it had come out by 'itself' (maybe the water had helped).

Once, over the hills, it was down and down into Whangarei and 'see' level.

I was nearing 'Center City,' still on highway #14, when I noticed a sign for 'Hospital.' Perfect, I thought to myself, as I'll stop now and retrieve the visa document I came to pick up. This went 'lickety split,' and conveniently a 'Cafe,' just happened to be next door to 'Radiology.' Thus, I sat eating a muffin to discover my heart and lungs are 'normal' (something I didn't need to spend $165NZD to learn).

The last couple of days with Paul and the girls in Onerahi, have been so different from 'my' life on the road. I've been able to partake of a N.Z. family with two young girls ('Maddie,' at 14, and 'Freya' at 8). Amazing for me to be around western children, the energy, and these are good kids!

But, 'm so glad I never had any of my own, as children's energy (noise) 'nos know' bounds! I would have been driven more insane than I am now (having had my own)! Maybe it's my age as I've noticed how grandparents are with their grandchildren... They're eager to be with them for a few hours, but then happy to have mom and/or dad take them back! Whew!

Note, as I 'right' this, Freya (the 8-year old), is playing 'Rudolph, the Red Nose Reigndear' on the computer next to me! She did ask me, however, if it was 'too loud?' Of course, I said 'know!'

It's difficult for me to get into the 'Christmas spirit' this year, my first in the southern hemisphere. I keep smelling the gardenia blossoms. It's Spring here! This is my first 'summer' Christmas ever! All the Christmas' of my life before have been in the winter (cold and snow), not summer (warm, blooming flowers)!

But, whatever hemisphere you live in, whether it's summer or winter wherever you are, try to make something out of it! Christmas is more than just shopping, parties, and gift giving!

This time next year (12.12.12), I will be at Macchu Pichu in Peru! That should make for an interesting Christmas!

Feliz Navidad, y prospero ano nuevo!

P.S. My Leftwich grandmother called, 'Hutchie,' said this about children: 'Children should be seen by not heard!' I agree.

Let us make these wor(l)ds our new American anthem!

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Part of the Introduction to a 'coffee table' book entitled, 'Canyon of Dreams,' (about Laurel Canyon in Los Angeles):

"There was always some magic afoot in that canyon. The light and the sun infused that zone with a sense of joy. There was always something spiritual about that slice through the green earth, but never more so than in the 60s. A generation had opened the William Blake/Aldous Huxley 'Doors of Perception.' We had seen the oneness of all creation. We had left behind the strictures of organized religion. We had become the new 'tribe:' inter-racial, inter-generational, inter-national. And it felt as if we were speaking the message of (dare I say it today) 'Love' to a new world!

Come join us in this celebration of the planet we cried out! Come, join us in this celebration of the light, of potential, of magic! In fact, of enlightenment! We are all one! And for the time that it lasted we were golden! We were precursors of the Golden Race, of that time to come when the races and religions of the earth will blend together to become the new people of the world. The lovers, not the killers! Born to dance and sing and have great, golden 'copulations!' (Note, this is what 'Tantric Taoism' is all about.) The caretakers of this Garden of Eden. Bedazzled by this thousand-faced diamond that we call existence. Nurturing the soil. Honoring all the creatures we share this globe with. Ultimately being the new Adam and Eve! Alive!"

Ray Manzarek

March, 2009

P.S. I love this, wish I'd written it myself! And interesting how this came to us!

'D for Divine!' A poem inspired by Nathan Dignam (in Adelaide, So. Australia)

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'D for Divine!'

I saw love today,

A boy and his dog!

Simple,

Direct,

Real,

Love,

Unconditional!

What a great thing to witness,

I'm blessed,

'Hear' at the D. House,

'D' for Divine!

Real love, not the 'Hollywood' version!

WHIRLING IN WHIRINAKI (a poem for the Lands, in Whirinaki, 'Northland,' N.Z.

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WHIRLING IN WHIRINAKI

(Dedicated to the Lands and what they have developed in Whirinaki, Northland, N.Z.)

Tiger, tiger,

Big and bright,

Yet yin,

Not yet,

Net 'tete a tete!'

The Lands so green

I want to scream!

The peace like war,

But, in between!

The horses so strong,

Peter so Tao

With all the rest,

Six boys; three girls,

A working fest!

Not bored, but birth

A genuine mirth!

The cry of life,

The sigh of death,

In between the best,

The yin and yang

A literal test!

121211 BLOK (Kaitaia to Whangarei)

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121211 BLOK (Kaitaia to Whangarei)

Sunday morning (4 Dec.), departure day from Kaitaia... But, it was raining and not just the usual short shower, but hard and looking like it would continue for some time.

I had breakfast, and packed up anyway. I asked Dave about the weather, and he said it was predicted to rain for another 12 hours. I told him, I might stay one more night, or at least get as far as 'Rabbi's' (some 15KM on Highway #1. Highway #1 in the direction I was going to partake of the Kauri Forest (via Whirinaki). This, via Mangamuka Pass (all of 383M / 1,300ft. ASL).

There was a gate, and dogs (always the same for rural houses), but 'Rabbi' (Alan real name) came running, and the dogs were friendly.

That evening I gave them $20 (basically a Christmas present), but at first, they wouldn't take it. I insisted however, and put the bill on their mantel. It 'disappeared' by morning!