Musical Interlude: Transforming Problems Into Happiness II

by O Society November 27, 2019

Here is the first part of our musical meditation:

Musical Interlude: How to Love Problems Like Ice Cream

This meditation is based in methods such as Lojong (བློ་སྦྱོང་) mind training.

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Train our minds to transform the great energy of our primal emotions – e.g., fear and anger, guilt and shame, sex and violence, even the loss and pain of a death or broken heart – into positive energy, emotion, thoughts, words, and actions, e.g, altruism, compassion, and love.

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“Filling the conscious mind with ideal conceptions is a characteristic of Western theosophy, but not the confrontation with the shadow and the world of darkness.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

The later procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.”

~ CG Jung The Philosophical Tree (1945)
Collected Works 13: Alchemical Studies Paragraph 335

To paraphrase Jung, “We not become enlightened by abiding in bodhicitta alone, also we realize our experience in samsara.”

Here’s what is on the jukebox these days:

elvis-priscilla

Ultraviolence

He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
‘Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids
(Chorus)
This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could’ve died right then
‘Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough
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Desire

Baby, I wanna touch you
I wanna breathe into your will
See, I gotta hunt you
I gotta bring you to my hell
Baby, I wanna fuck you
I wanna feel you in my bones
Boy, I’m gonna love you
I’m gonna tear into your soul

[Chorus]
Desire, I’m hungry
I hope you feed me
How do you want me, how do you want me?
How do you want me, how do you want me?
How do you want me, how do you want me?
How do you want me, how do you want me?

Honey, I wanna break you
I wanna throw you to the hounds
Yeah, I gotta hurt you
I gotta hear it from your mouth
Boy, I wanna taste you
I wanna skin you with my tongue
I’m gonna kill you
I’m gonna lay you in the ground

I wanna feel you, I want it all
I wanna feel you, I want it all

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Tonglen (གཏོང་ལེན་): exchanging self and other

Royals

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I’m not proud of my address, in the torn up town
No post code envy

(Chorus)

But every song’s like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair

And we’ll never be royals
It don’t run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain’t for us
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B
And baby I’ll rule (I’ll rule I’ll rule I’ll rule)
Let me live that fantasy

My friends and I we’ve cracked the code
We count our dollars on the train to the party
And everyone who knows us knows that we’re fine with this
We didn’t come from money

We’re bigger than we ever dreamed, and I’m in love with being queen
(Ooh ooh oh)
Life is great without a care
We aren’t caught up in your love affair

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Şeytanu Akbar

Yet well I love thy mixed and massive piles
Half church of Allah half castle ‘gainst distraught
And long to roam those venerable aisles
With records stored of deeds long since forgot
My children vanished below the sign of faith
Your mark of Allah is carved upon their graves
You hide in peace but disappear in grief
I’m bringing death to you
I shout
Şeytanu Akbar
Şeytanu Akbar
Your aim is fake your point is to destroy
And rise empire upon infidel ash
You laud Allah the only god sways peace
Peace built by death of all unfaithful thrash
Fascism is obsolete you claim erasing woes
Racism is dead and you destroy the others
Your Allah leads to world thriving in peace
But only you are worthy for this peace
I disagree
Şeytanu Akbar
Şeytanu Akbar
Yet well I love thy mixed and massive piles
The church of Allah, you’re ruined, you’re destroyed
I will roam free these venerable aisles
I’ll be in memory of world, as I’ve enjoyed,
Şeytanu Akbar
Şeytanu Akbar
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Panophobia

Keep out the intruders
Put the drawbridge up
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt
Now the garden lies
In serene symmetry and severe color theory
Roots slowly poisoning
Through strategic seeds planted inside
We’re much safer self-preserved
Let the Dead Sea rise
No, the watch dogs aren’t robots
They can’t defend against their lures
Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds
Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo
Luggage carts distracted the defense
And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin, start the pretense
Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in
Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins
And now why has the plan failed? We sit here aimless once again
With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in?
All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced
But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline
We all fear the last few inches but they’re so far out, we’re blind
(Each battle lost…)A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules
Yes I’ll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes
Skeletons escape the flesh
Like ants through tightly clenched fists
This time impeach the tyrantWhat a contradictory statement – suicidal self-preservationist
Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist
Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors North and South unite
With the four working against me I’m powerless and losing sight

Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline
We all fear the last few inches but they’re so far out, we’re blind

This is a forced entry
This is the algometry
This is panophobic
Immunity gets sick

This is a forced entry
This is the algometry
This is panophobic
Taken down, brick by brick

This is a forced entry
This is the algometry
This is panophobic
This is the last conflict

Each battle lost
Each battle lost

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