This is the story of Maitreya’s waking.
Maitreya was born in London, Pennsylvania, Brazil, which is right next to the small town of Beijing, Australia, Africa and not too far from the white shores of Antarctica. The whiteness of Maitreya’s skin at birth was only as white as the blackness of a bright white light, but the darkness of his skin was also only as dark as the whiteness of a dark black dot that often serves as a period to the end of a sentence. Maitreya’s mother was like most mothers – caring and worrying about her child at every moment and through her love and his fathers’ lack of love Maitreya had the childhood everyone should have. It’s not so much that Maitreya’s father did not love him per se, but rather that he did not love him in the way his mother did and if he had than Maitreya would not have been allowed to be free at all. He would have ended up locked in to whatever beliefs and existence his overbearing and overpowering parents would have forced him into. Thankfully though, Tree was able to go out and climb trees on his own at a young age despite his mother’s worry about his poor bones, because his father was a minor sage of his own.
Tree wasn’t perfect, as no one is, but he never set out to hurt anyone, as no one ever usually does. It’s always just a messy thing called desire that ends up causing pain, conflicting lines of flight that take one wavicle away from another and leave that separate wavicle scared and alone and therefore hurt. What tree didn’t understand though, and desired to change, is why other wavicles wanted to keep him limited without letting him explore all that the world had to offer. He wondered, why are there people out there telling others what to do: what they should do, what they “can” or “can’t ”do”, telling others what God to believe in, what’s “right” and what’s “wrong”, and basically demanding of tree and others to walk a path someone somewhere at some time considered straight and narrow. Tree saw the value to some of these statements but the underlying purpose to all of it just seemed absolutely ridiculous; D.H. Lawrence knows this, all authority IS absolutely ridiculous; that is, except for the authority of creation, which we all share. As I am author here of this living breathing wavicle, I am a creator equal to whatever creator created me. It wasn’t my moms and pops; though they certainly helped to form the creation of myself, all these events were set in motion at the beginning of the first movement of the first creation which is too infinitely amazing to even ponder since time is likely eternal and likely never is in the first place.
Tree was most upset about that word “can’t” and the possibilities it limits along with the fear it creates. As author here, I don’t want to limit any possibilities and truthfully, the only thing one perhaps “can’t” ever actually do in real life is limit possibilities. One never knows what circumstances may change, so any usage of can’t is a lie. If one were to say the moon can’t be as bright as the sun, it may be true some day and false the other and the logic of can’t is the logic of can. As for canting possibili-tease, we always decide what we can or “can’t” (blah ) create. Tree was fearless in his war against cant and wanted to see humanity flourish in every possible way. What would Christ have done if people told him he can’t rise from the dead? He probably would have laughed, and so Jesus Maitreya Catan laughed as well. After all, Imagination is not a state but the human existence itself. Kant knew this very well.
Imagination, Creation, Judgment, Perception, Creation, Evolution, Love, Light, Imagination, Reason, Life, Imagination, Love, Creation, all are the same. All are Imagination and fall under the realm of Imagination. What we perceive is all, according to Kant’s layout of existence, perceived within space and time, but truthfully, as modern physics now shows us, how we perceive space and/or time depends on the perspective we choose within our own creative force of Imagination. If I choose to be a meditative Buddhist looking out at the world before me, I may see all time as present now and all space as infinite molecular light emanating from source. No one can ever know another’s perception and therefore all classification and all judgment is always ultimately imagination. Therefore, there should be no judgment or classification, merely let things be freely and express yourself however you desire and get rid of any idea in your head that relates to the word can’t.
Kant knew that the golden rule shows that we are God(s). It is only through our own subjective experience that we exist in the world and it is only through our subjective experience that we can act.
