Season 5, Episode 1, The darkest night one, The Sadhana of Mahamudra

The lowly yogi meets the darkness with his guru's words, may Dorje Trollo bring his blessings to all in the new year!!!

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross her heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome back to Lowly Yogi Tales and other Stuff podcast. Oh, it's been a little while I've been missing you all, so I thought I'd pick up the microphone and call out again. Wherever you find yourself vibrating out there in that multiverse. Attune this way. Yes, all of you. Let's have some fun. Today, I thought I might share. Uh, I had done a sacred work many years ago, and I'm thinking about maybe bringing it forward into this wonderful arena we call l Yogi Tales. And, uh, the project, the Sacred Work was many interviews that I did with, uh, his students, close students, and also, uh, many of the children that were raised in the community. And over the, that time there. A term came forward. You know, we have military brats and so we sort call ourselves the Dharma brats and, uh, and some liked it, some didn't. Some felt it was a little bit, uh, disrespectful and I certainly get that too. But through the process of doing these interviews. One of the things that came forward was a principle practice or a principle sad that I started doing throughout, which was tro sadana that he had written over in Bhutan, the sad ham mudra. And today I thought. You know, in connection with him and connection with you all, and connection with the truth of this is the darkest of the dark ages and I was feeling very lost. Didn't really know how to proceed, what to say next. So maybe I'll say what, I'll use his words, I'll say it his way. So today I lowly Yogi tails and other stuff I share with you the Ana Mara as the great tartan. The Sad Muhammad Mudra, which quells the mighty warring of the three Lords of materialism and brings realization of the ocean of sits of the practice lineage. This is the darkest hour of the Dark Ages. Disease, famine and warfare are raging. Like the fierce North wind. The Buddhist teachings has waned in strength. The various schools, the sanghas, are fighting amongst themselves with sectarian bitterness, and although the Buddhist teaching was perfectly expounded for many great. And although the Buddhist teaching was perfectly expound, expounded, and there have been many reliable teachings since then from other great gurus, yet they pursue intellectual speculations. The sacred mantra has straight into pun, and the yogi of Tan are losing the insight of meditation. They spend their whole time going through villages and performing little ceremonies for material gain. On the whole, no one acts according to the highest code of discipline, meditation, and wisdom. The jewel like teaching of in of insight is fading on the whole. No one acts according to the highest code of discipline, meditation and wisdom. The jewel like teaching of insight is fading day by day. The Buddhist teaching is used merely for political purposes and to draw people together socially. As a result, the blessings of spiritual energy are being lost. Even those with great devotion are beginning to lose heart. If the Buddhists of the three times and the great teachers were to comment, they would surely express their disappointment. So to enable individuals to ask for their help and to renew spiritual strength, I have written this sadana of ham mudra. The sad is in three parts. First, let the mind remain uncontaminated by the eight worldly concerns. You must relax and stay in a quiet place with a good atmosphere, and rest the mind on the great self existing mandala of apparent phenomena. And take refuge. No namo. Earth water, fire, and all of the elements, the ment and the inanimate to the trees and the greenery and so on. All partake of the nature of self existing equanimity, which is quite simply what the great wrathful one is. In the spontaneous wisdom of the Tricha, I take refuge with body, speech and mind in order to free those who suffer at the hands of the three lords of materialism and are afraid of external phenomena, which are their own projections. I take this vow in meditation. Namo Earth, water, fire, and all of the elements, the ana, the inanimate and the inanimate, the trees and the greenery and so on. All partake of the nature of self existing equanimity, which is quite simply what the great wrathful one is. In the spontaneous wisdom of the trick, I take refuge with body speech in mind. In order to free those who suffer at the hands of the three lords of materialism and are afraid of external phenomena, which are their own projections. I take this vow and meditation, Namo Earth, water, fire, and all of the elements, the anate and the anon, the trees and the greenery, and so on. All partake of the nature of self existing equanimity, which is quite simply what the great wrathful one is. In the spontaneous wisdom of the tri, I take refuge with body speech in mind in order to free those who suffer at the hands of the three lords of materialism and are afraid of external phenomena, which are their own projections. I take this vow in meditation. Meditate in that great simplicity, which is beyond conceptions, and see through the complexities of duality in which apparent phenomena and self are imagined, uh, to be separate, the undercurrent of thoughts with all their pettiness and doubt and fear. All these must be overcome with the great assurance and fearless certainty, which is a transcendental form. The transcendental element of the voice of Jeri Mico Doge. So a rouse that insight. Be decisive. Know what is. See clearly. These are the three kinds of confidence. The spontaneous Hamud Ramala is now created in the wisdom of the fourth Abi Sheika. This will be clarified by the following words. Whom, whom, whom In the boundless space of suchness. In the play of the great light, all the miracles of sight, sound, and mind are the five wisdoms and the five Buddhas. This is the manola, which is never arranged, but is always complete. It is the great bliss primeval, and all pervading. It is boundless equanimity, which has never changed. It is unified into a single circle beyond confusion in its basic character. There is no longer any trace of ignorance, nor of understanding nothing, whatever, but everything arises from it. Yet it reveals the spontaneous play of the mandala. Home. Home, home. My whole being is Doge Trello, and my form is Karma Pxi. My speech is Mikko Doge, and my mind is Raj Doge without unwavering conviction. Fearlessly. Enjoy the Mahamudra and experience this attaining the experience of Maha Home, home, home in the state of non-meditation, all phenomenas of side and that great. Great graveyard in which li varied the complexities of samsara and nirvana. This is the universal ground of everything. It is the basis of freedom and also the basis of confusion within it. The vajra anger, the flame of death burns fiercely and consumes the fabric of dualistic thoughts. The black river of death. The RA passion turbulent with massive waves, destroys the raft of conceptualization to the roaring sound of the immeasurable void. The great poisonous wind of the Vajra Ignorance blows with all pervading energy like an autumn storm and sweeps away all thoughts of possessiveness itself, like a pile of dust. Whatever you see partakes of the nature of that wisdom, which transcends past, present, and future from here came the Buddhas of the past. Here live the Buddhas of the present. This is the prime evil ground from which the Buddhas of the future will come. This is the heavenly realm of the dinis, the secret charnel ground of the blazing mountain. But you won't find ordinary earth and rocks here, even if you look for them. All the mountains are are Buddha Hanana, who is all pervading, but you won't want find ordinary earth and rocks here, even if you look for them. All the mountains are bud Luana, who is all pervading wisdom of equanimity and unchanging stillness. This is the realm in which the distinctions between meditation and the post meditation experience no longer occur in this fearless state. Even if the Buddhas of the feet three times rise against you, you will remain in the indestructible RA nature. The water which flows here is the Buddha Maki, who is the lake of mirror-like wisdom, clear and pure, as though the sky had melted. Here is the joyous river, which Trent is the transcendent form of the eight kinds of consciousness it flows into the great purity, which goes beyond clean and unclean in the various parts of the internal ground can be seen. The terrifying trees, which are the protecting Ma Raj and ti. In these trees, vultures, ravens, hawks and eagles perch, hungry for meat and thirsting for blood. They represent the concept of good and evil Until you stop clinging to this concept, the Mohawk Collies will continue to manifest as friendly goddesses and harmful demons. Various animals roam about tigers, leopards, bears, jackals, and dogs all howling and jumping up and down excitedly. These represent the different kinds of perception. Here too are the Hans of the awakened state of mind where the great yogis live. They represent the supernormal powers, which need not to be sought. In the middle of this heavenly realm is a huge rock mountain, which arose from the corpse of the RA of ego. It is triangular in shape and it pierces the skies. It is dignified and awe-inspiring and radiates the blue light of Rafa. On the top of this mountain, it's the red triangle, which can accommodate all apparent phenomena and the whole of existence. This is the primeval ground where the question of samsara and nirvana does not arise. It is the beginning and the end of everything. The triangle radiates the blazing red light of inner warmth and compassion. Above the triangle is a beautiful flower, a hundred petal lotus in full bloom, exuding a delicate scent. It is the lotus of discriminating wisdom. Here is the moon of great bliss and skillful means, and here is the son of wisdom and whom the sons voice of silence is heard. From, it appears the rainbow body of wisdom. This is the personification of the body, speech, and mind of all of the Buddhas. He is a self born teacher, the Lord of the Haras, Padma, the llama, whose power extends over all apparent phenomena and the whole of existence. He is karma, PXI in whom are unified, the unchanging mind of the guru, the wisdom of the Y beyond waxing and waning, and the protectors, the confused thoughts which have returned to nakedness. He is dark red in color, symbolizing the oneness of everything within compassion. He is inseparable from peacefulness and yet he acts whenever action is required. He subdues what needs to be subdued. He destroys what needs to be destroyed, and he cares for whatever needs his care. His anger, devoid of hatred is its fierce and terrible as if the three worlds were on fire. His presence is overwhelming. His three eyes of wisdom are bloodshot and stare in all directions. They radiate light out, shining the sun and moon. His expression is wrathful and he bites the lower lip. He has a black triangular beard, shiny and twisted into a point emitting sparks of fire in his right hand, raised to the heavens. He holds a nine pointed doge of meteoric iron emitting A storm of red sparks each in the form of the letter home. Thus he subdues spiritual pride. In his left hand, he holds a herba also of meteoric iron emitting a shower of sparks in the form of thousands of mahas. The Herba pierces through the heart of seductive passion. He wears the three robes of the beak shoe, signifying the accomplishment of discipline, meditation, and wisdom. He is the originator and master of all Buddha activity. Hence, he wears the black crown bright with gold and blazing with unceasing light, emitting a steady stream of discs of light in five different colors, which are the five Buddhas. He stands on a dini in the form of a pregnant tigress with his right leg bent in his left leg, extended in the Haruka posture. Even the thought of him will destroy the mountain of conceptualizations. The sight of him dries up the ocean of dualistic clingings. He is immersed in flames, which radiate the intense heat of compassion. In his forehead center is unchanging form of Rohan, who is son Kemah. The dharma Raja of the three worlds clad and chu robes with his hands in the meditation posture holding a door, Jay. He has white hair and a thin dark face. His expression is wise and peaceful. He wears the black crown ornamented with a gold Dharma chakra, which sends out rays of light. He is seated cross-legged on the back of an elephant in the throat center of Karma. Apia is M Georgia. The Lord of Speech, the unceasing voice of Amba. He is of orange color. He wears a tiger skin around his waist and a shawl of human skin around his shoulders. He wears ornaments of bone and jewels in his raised right hand. He holds the sword of wisdom and cuts off the root of universal unconscious in his left hand level. With his heart, he holds the vessel, which contains the treasure of the dharma. His faith radiates friendliness. One glimpse of it suffices to open the door of confidence. The thought of him awakens memory as the Lord of the Padma family. He wears the black crown ornamented with a gold lotus radiating the red light of Amba. He is seated on a white lion in the heart center of the great wrathful one is the king of the Tatas ra nature of never ending awareness. He is blue in color with serene and friendly face expressing the state, which transcends the boundary between meditation and non-meditation. By a glimpse of his face, the wisdom of mind transmission is established in one's heart. His three eyes gaze def fathomless space. He has achieved the highest state of simplicity and is therefore seen naked, seated cross-legged with his hands in the meditation posture, holding a skull cup filled with armita. He is the king of kings and the processor of the indestructible vara ab bka, and therefore wears the black crown bright with gold and ornamented with the vara. The blue light of Simon Badra. The all good shines from the crown and the primordial state in which neither liberation nor confusion has ever arise. Around Karma. Poxy a great host of the Buddhas and the Sangha, together with the utterance of the Dharma, fills the sky. They are surrounded by the Dharma polls and dini. The sound of hm and ah, and P shakes the sky. It is as though all the musical instruments in the universe were being played simultaneously. Whatever you see is a form of karma. Pxi, run wild. Whatever you hear is the voice of karma. Pxi, let loose whatever you think is the thought of karma. Pxi unleashed in the spontaneously existing state where meditation is effortless. All movements are the ER, dance, and all sound is the Vajra music. It is the great guru mandala. Oh. In this way rest the mind. Uh, in the ham mudra of devotion with great trust and single-mindedness, one's mind should be free from pettiness and doubt. Here follows the supplication. Oh, Karmapa lower and knower of the three times. Oh, PA Mara, father and protector of all beings. You transcend all coming and going. Understanding this, I call upon you, give thoughts to your only son. I am a credulous and helpless animal who has been fooled by the mirage of duality. I have been fool enough to think that I possess my own projections, so now you and my father are my only refuge. You alone can grasp the Buddhist state. The glorious copper colored mountain is within my heart. It's not this pure all pervading naked mind, your dwelling place. Although I live in the slime and the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see it. Although I stumble in a thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see it. The joy of spontaneous awareness, which is with me all the time, is not this your smiling face, so called karma po Makara. Although I live in the slime and the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see it. Although I stumble in a thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see it. At glorious tukung in the cave, which can accommodate everything. Samsara and Nirvana. Both the heretics and bandits of hope and fear are subdued and all experiences are transformed into crazy wisdom. Is this not your doing? Oh, doge, Trello. Although I live in the slime and the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see it. Although I stumble on that thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see it. The corpse loaded with the eight worldly concerns as caught into pieces by the knife of detachment and served up as the feast of great bliss. Is this not your doing Xi? Although I live in the slime and the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see your face. Although I stumble in the thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see your face in the boundless space of non-meditation. He who performs the great dance of ham mudra puts a stop to thoughts so that all acts become the acts of the guru. Is not this your doing Otu, sun Kempo? Although I live in the slime, in the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see your face. Although I stumble in the thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see your face when the current of thoughts is self liberated and the essence of dharma is known, everything is understood and all apparent phenomena are all the Book One Books. One needs is not this Your Doing Omni Doge. Although I live in the slime and the muck of the Dark Age, I still aspire to see your face. Although I stumble in the thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see your face. The kingdom of no dharma free from concepts is discovered within the heart. Here. There is no hierarchy of different stages and the mind returns to its naked state. Is not this your doing ra? Although I live in the slime, in the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see your face. Although I stumble in the thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see your face. The father guru, the embodiment of all the sits, is all seeing and all pervading. Wherever you look, his transparent body is there. The power of his blessings can never be diminished. Although I live in the slime, in the muck of the dark age, I still aspire to see his face. Although I stumble in the thick black fog of materialism, I still aspire to see his face living as I do in the dark age. I am calling upon you because I am trapped in this prison without refuge or protector. The age of the three poisons has dawned, and the three floors of materialism have seized power. This is the time of hell on earth. Sadness is always with us, and unceasing depression fills our minds. The search for an external protector has met with no success. The idea of a deity as an external being has deceived us, let us astray. Counting on friends has brought nothing but sorrow and insecurity, so now I have no other refuge but you. Karma pxi the Lotus born. Think of us poor miserable bull wretches with deep devotion and intense longing. I supplicate you. The time has come for you to arouse yourself and do something. The tradition of meditation is waning and intellectual arguments predominant. We are drunk with spiritual pride and seduced by passion. The Dharma is used for personal gain and the river of materialism has burst its banks. The materialistic outlook dominates everywhere, and the mind is intoxicated with worldly concerns. Under such circumstances, how can you abandon us? The time has come when your son needs you. No material offering will please you. So the only offering I can make is to follow your example. Chant the following, as a celebration of identification with the guru. When the wild and wrathful father approaches, the external world is seen to be transparent and unreal, the reasoning mind no longer clings and grasp. It's wonderful to arrive in your domain, in the pure land of the blazing Mountain, where every experience is full of joy. Hey, ho, the Happy Yogi. Every movement of the mind becomes bliss and emptiness. All polarity disappears when the mind emerges into nakedness. This is the mandala in which the six senses are self liberated on seeing your face. I am overjoyed now. Pain and pleasure alike have become ornaments, which is pleasant to wear. The experience of joy becomes devotion, and I am drunk with all pervading blessings. This is a sign of the merging of the mind and guru. The whole of existence is freed and becomes the guru. When since when such blessings descend, your son's depression is entirely liberated into blissfulness. Thank you. Great Karmapa. Thank you Father Pod mahara. There is no separation between teacher and disciple, father and one are the. Father and son are one in the realm of thought. Grant your blessings so that my mind may be one with the dharma. Grant your blessings so that the dharma may progress along the path. Grant your blessings so that the path may clarify confusion. Grant your blessings so that confusion may dawn as wisdom. Repeat these four dharmas of Oppa again and again. Once you try to give birth to the devotion of Mahamudra by having complete trust in the guru, when the sense of devotion becomes very strong, then especially one, you realize that the guru is not external. That is to say, when a flash of memory of the guru arises, the mind becomes relaxed and loose. Or when you relax in meditation, inseparable from the memory of the guru, the right atmosphere is created and the mind becomes clear and naked sometimes in order to make desires and attachments. Part of the, oh, hold on. Grant your blessings so that my mind, maybe one with the dharma. Grant your blessings so that dharma may progress along the path. Grant your blessings so that the path may clarify confusion. Grant your blessings so that confusion made on as wisdom. Grant your blessings so that my mind may be one with the Dharma grant, your blessing so that the dharma may progress along the path. Grand Share blessing so that the path may clarify confusion, grand share blessing, so that confusion made on as wisdom grand share blessing, so that my mind may be one with the Dharma Grand Share blessing, so that the Dharma may progress along the path. Grant your blessing so that the path may clarify confusion. Grant your blessing so that confusion may dawn as wisdom. Sometimes in order to make desires and attachments part of the path, you may perform the following offering. To the crazy wisdom form of the Buddhas of the three times the unified mandala of all of the sits, doge, tlo, karma, PXI. I make this supplication desire, hatred and other hindrances are self liberated to the boundless body of wisdom. Pod Makara Karma. The Haruka who untouched my concept pervades all existence. I make this supplication. Whatever is seen with the eyes is vividly unreal and emptiness. Yet there is still form. This is a true image or two, some campo whom now I supplicate whatever is heard with the ears. Is the echo of emptiness yet real? It is the clear and distinct utterance of me, doge, whom now I supplicate. Good and bad, happy and sad. All thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky. This is a vivid mind of raje, whom now I supplicate. The inanimate and the inanimate are the mandala of the glorious mahara, which no one can change. It remains impressive and colorful. This manola now I supplicate. The hope of attaining Buddha Hood and the fear of continuing to wander in samsara doubt that wisdom exists within one or the other. Dualistic thoughts. All these are my feast offerings, food, wealth, companionship, fame, and central attachments. All these I offer for the elaborate arrangement of the mandala, wanting this desire and passion I offer as the great ocean of blood, which comes from the killing of samsara. Thoughts of anger and hatred I offer as the Rito, which intoxicates extreme beliefs and renders them in offer in operative thoughts of anger and hatred. I offer as the Rito, which intoxicates extreme beliefs and renders them in operative. All that arises within. Wandering thoughts, carelessness and all that is subject to ignorance. I offer as the great mountain of Toma Ornamented with the eight kinds of consciousness, whatever arises is merely the play of mind. All this I offer filling the whole universe. I offer knowing that the giver and receiver are one I offer without expecting anything in return and without hope of gaining merit. I make these offerings with transcendental generosity in the ham mudra. Now that I have made these offerings, please grant your blessings so that my mind may be one with the Dharma. Grant, your blessing, so the dharma may progress along the path. Grant your blessings so that the path may clarify confusion. Grant your blessings so that confusion made on as wisdom Next comes. The special supplication and taking of Abby Sheika. This is composed by Guru Che himself. Home. Home. Home. In the Cave of Tak song, Sanjay Song Drop. He who has subdued the evil forces and buried treasure in the rocks and snow mountains in the Holy places of Tibet shows kindness to the people of the future Dark Age. I supplicate you, doge Trau. I supplicate you, RA. The following four lines were composed by Karma. P. Whom, whom, whom you are The Lord of Ys and the conqueror of the whole of existence and all apparent phenomenon. You have subdued the viciousness of the gro emperor and overcome the energy of fire, water, poison, weapons, and evil forces. I supplicate you O Karma Epoxy. The next four lines were written by Sharma. Home. Home. Home. You who fulfill all wishes and or the Lord of centralist space, you who shine with kind and luminous light. I supplicate you sopa. The next four lines were written by Meko Doge himself. Home. Home ho. Ah, mic. Your doge fills the whole of space. Oh, he is of your joy, which sends out luminous light. Home. He is the vara energy of music and the Lord of Messengers. Oh, he is the wrathful action, which cleanses all impurities. The next four lines were written by an unknown author. Home Home. Seeing the Bodhi SA from Ra Bodhi Safa Raj Doge is like discovering the wish fulfilling gym. He removes the poverty of oneself and others. He is the source of all that is needed. I supplicate his wisdom body. And the next six lines were composed by guru. Whom, whom, whom, whatever occurs in the realm of mind, such as Thoughts of the five poisons, one should neither lead nor follow. Just let it remain in its true state and uh, and reach the liberation of Dharma. Ca I Supplicate the guru of Self Liberated Perfect insight. Chant the Triple Whom as Mantra over and over again. Then by unite, by uniting your mind with thoughts of the ocean of Sitha. Their overwhelming presence and blessings are felt in great joy and emptiness. The visualization becomes just a mixture of colors. The dazzling rays of the five wisdoms are bright red, deep green, clear. Pure yellow and bright white. They are not static, but oscillating all of the time, and they fill the hole of heaven and earth. They're so bright that they are hard to look at. At the same time, you can see a rain of amrita and many colored flowers. As you lose the clear cut com concept of here and there and become dizzy, now you become one with the body speech and mind of the SITAs. Ho, ho. Next, recite the following verse, which was composed by me, George Ho, ho, ho. When the precious guru approaches the whole of space is filled with rainbow light, he sends out his eman emanations as messengers and a roaring flame of blessing shoots into the sky. Various meditation experiences and flashes of insight occur. Oh, the great guru. I follow your example. Please approach and grant your blessings. Bless this place. Give us the four Abby Sheika and Clear all obstacles. Grant us the ultimate in relative cities. Home, home. Home. Home. Home. Home. In the manah, ham, mudra, shines, moonlight, pure, and all pervading. All apparent phenomena are the play of the mind. All qualities are complete within the mind. I the yogi, am fearless and free from occupations. Hopes and fears of achieving and abstaining are all used up. I awaken into the wisdom which I was born and compassionate energy arises without pretense. Hey, ho, the self existing risi. The Sitha enjoys himself with great simplicity. Uh, uh, uh. The wisdom flame sounds out a brilliant light. May the goodness of Doge Trello be present. Karma Pxi, Lord of mantra, king of Insight. May his goodness to be present. Truth, some Kimah the prime evil, but a beyond all partiality. May his goodness be present. Me Doge Lord of boundless speech. May his goodness be present here. May the the guru, the light, whose wisdom is a torch for all beings. May his goodness be present. The ocean of wishful, fulfilling gida who accomplish all actions, may their goodness be present. The pro protectors who plant firm, the various victorious banner of dharma, may their goodness be present. May the goodness of the great mind Manah of Maha Mudra be present after practice. This saa. Enjoy the presence of the guru and the energy of compassion and devotion. It is hoped that this SAA will be practiced. By those who are prepared to see. The living dharma within this Sona will help to purify the present degenerate age, degenerate state of philosophy and meditation practice. It will help to bring peace in the warfare wage by materialism. Ah, here we are. The final dedication in the Copper Mountain Cave of Toon, the man created by the Guru pad's. Blessings entered my heart. I am a happy young man from Tibet. I see the dawn of Hamra and awaken into pure devotion. The guru's smiling faces ever present on the pregnant tiger. Dini Tigris takes place, the crazy wisdom dance of Karma Pak, sheep makara, the uttering, the sound of sacred home. His flow of thunder energy. Energy is impressive. The Doge and Herba are the weapons of self liberation with penetrate trading accuracy. They pierce through the heart of spiritual pride. Once faults are so skillfully. Exposed that no mask can hide the ego and one can no longer conceal the anti dharma, which pretends to be dharma through all my lives. May I continue to be the messenger of dharma and listen to the song of the King of Ganas? May I live the life of a Bodhi Safa? Thank you. You, you, you have led the life of a Bodhi Safa. I know there's a lot of impurity and that has been cast your way, but this lowly yogi, thanks you deeply and thanks you for bringing your lineage here into this mindstream so that we might share it with other lowly yogis who can tap in and find their way. Thank you all for finding me here, and hey. May you all have a week filled with plenty. May you all have a week filled with joy and may you all have a week filled with glorious and yes, yes sir. Play us out, monkey Max please and thank you. Play us out. Earth, mother and friends, you cross her heart. Earth, mother and friends, you cross a heart that last long and we agree here while the king of demons had his way, but no longer, no longer it time dance and sing. This is the when age begins, as we welcome, love and peace and welcome joy, and all the high of Spen. Welcome. Welcome, child. Welcome Bo. Welcome protection and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden HB welcome Spring, summer, and fall, winter. Welcome all it's time to dance and sing. As eagle begins, welcome all your yogis and we call you in. Welcome all your protectors, and we call you in.