All Hallows’ Eve was recently celebrated on our dark and rainy mountain of light, the perfect setting for a divinely metamorphic rite of merry passage from the tricky, ghastly egos to the treat of the resurrection of saintly souls. The hall was decked on one flank with dead and brittle branches, fallen leaves, spider webs, and other simulacra of decay and decadence. But on the other wing, in properly schizophrenic fashion, a world of brilliance filled the space, adorned with birds of paradise, vibrant red ginger blossoms, and verdant greenery. We celebrated the confluence of the dying dark age of globalist ghouls and the birthing of the new kingdom of heaven.
Harvest Pizza with Root-Based Crust~
A Ruchira Recipe
(Gluten-Free)
Recipe for 1 large pizza / 20 slices
Serves 4 – 5 people
Halloween is always equally therapeutic and traumatic for our rapidly evolving sangha of ripening masters of disguise. They enjoyed playing tricks that divulged the deepest hidden shadows that dared their modest personas to parade with pride.
This year, our players outdid themselves in performances that would have wiped the smile off the Cheshire cat. In fact, the Red Queen actually did arrange to lop off the head of one poor yogi, who said his meditations were never better as a result. He did seem quite lit up, as if a burden had been removed.
We were visited by, among other carnivalesque creatures, several Greek mythic mirror-stage beings, radiant nature goddesses, a mermaid with a sordid past, and an intergalactic dakini who brought some much-needed new wisdom to our withered and weathered wisecrack school.
But the emphasis was on wildness that evening. We were at one point faced with a stampeding zen-like zebra from Africa, whose braying nearly caused a creature kirtan to resound. Fortunately, we were all soothed when favored with the visitation of a big-breasted earth mother who brought us back to chakra one, or maybe two. This was only the beginning of an evening on the edge, darker than the twilight zone, filled with mysterious masked phantoms of delight, oriental hermaphrodites, and a few shady characters out of long-forgotten film noir. They were willing to be interviewed by our frail, failed wizard-in-residence, but only if they got paid in gold coin on the spot. It was an expensive evening for him in many ways.
The scariest moment of the night for most was the unexpected visit of a rather formal Dr. Fauci. This was the first time an actual demon had ever manifested in our Mahatma Lodge. We barely escaped the all-too-common trick of a lethal injection…of safe and effective laughter, that is. Yet it was a serious reminder of the real Halloween being enacted out there in kali yuga on a daily deadly basis. Many tricks, few treats for the masses.
I will spare you the description of the various alarming food-like items on the menu that night, but suffice it to say that, like everyone these days, we gobbled worms and insects, corpse cakes, blood-clot blondies, and many other mouth-bleeding gourmet graphene goodies. Some still have indigestion from an overdose of microchips with spike protein salsa.
So, once again, Sat Yoga lived up to its status as a paradoxshram peddling profacred freedom of expression for all souls, whether saints or sinners. This strange event culminated our yearly rainy season sangha retreat, which forced us to be serious meditators for two weeks straight. Finally, we could get our moldy egos out of the closet and in the grey twilight peer into the portraits of dorian grey, the Jekyll and Hyde we had hidden, and beam again our contradictory concrescence of samsara and nirvana in this crazy cloud forest conclave we call home. No one minds the weeping skies, the incessant mist, or the chilly breezes. We are all too busy indulging the jouissance of authentic inauthenticity in our striving for effortless liberation from the misery of maya to the levity of lila, the improvisational cosmic play of the gods and goddesses. Halloween, after all, is Diwali in Disguise.
We invite you, if you dare, to fasten your eyeballs on some lowlights from the night…
Namaste,
Saraswati
Harvest Pizza with Root-Based Crust~
A Ruchira Recipe
(Gluten-Free)
Recipe for 1 large pizza / 20 slices
Serves 4 – 5 people
This Post Has 3 Comments
Donna Rakestraw
10 Nov 2022I love that you all have so much fun together. I do hope to come visit one day. I know I don’t have much time to wait, so hopefully it will be soon. Love to you all!
John Richard Jones
10 Nov 2022I have just been converted. Take me to your master.
Liadaan
11 Nov 2022Hari Om Tat Sat…..Oh thank you, thank you. I loved the video and the article of your halloween adventures has put the biggest smile on my face….still chuckling! I wish I had been there with you all!