Season 5, Episode 3, 2025 darkest night three a return to the light, Monkey Magic Mulligan

A retelling of monkey magic as we invite the healing of the great mother in the year to come.

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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. Here we are coming back into the light and I figure let's come back into the light With transformation, we've held the torque, we've held it through, and now I want my monkey Mulligan. I kind of messed up the first reading of Monkey Magic, and so this time. I wanna do it right and here we are today. So I reach out to you all on the darkest ha the third night of the solstice. When we certainly see the return of the light, the sun will start to move again tomorrow. And so with that, we will hold the torque of monkey magic on through to the transformation to who knows what. But let's enjoy the story together. The magic is secret. As every Yogi knows, it is only proper to create a miracle to teach one's disciples. Well, here is a tale that tells of the greatest sorcerer of all time. He comes life after life, not knowing his only purpose, his immense potency,, only one at his time for the golden and age. To begin is he empowered. Once more may we, together with the telling of this tale power, the great monkey king once again, so that he may give birth to and protect us as he did. Great, wrong. Within the Golden Age the Monkey Magic, I will now share with you my children my favorite story. To do so I must perform a feat of magic. The crowd grew quiet in anticipation. They had heard of Tara's great power, but to this day had never witnessed it. Excitement like lightning moved through the crowd of luminous men, women, and children. Tara raised her hand in her mudra, thumb and forefinger touching as if holding a beautiful, delicate flower. Her other elegant green hand reached out to the crowd. As her hands stilled, the air began to sparkle. The crowd found the very nature of their primal being change within them as mother and child became one, the colors within the audience, the colors swirled. Tara changed to all the audience's. Surprise into a scene. Tara's voice resonating in each onlooker's cells. I will let the monkey migrate protector and friend tell his tail in his peach wheat playful way. Do not underestimate this prankster. Everyone does and they always pay the price. Tara's laugh resonated as a scene appeared. Two wild looking beings. One, a chestnut brown monkey, the size of a man. The other, a pigheaded man. They sat at the bar drinking the peach ambrosia of the gods piggy a pigheaded being once a flesh eating demon. Now, monkey's best friend was laughing with monkey as they drank, he said. Monkey, do you remember the times before we attained enlightenment and found our way to Tara's Buddha Field Monkey tit her to laugh and responded without hesitation? Yes, my friend, since we got here, I have been able to remember at all. Tell me about your Lives Monkey. You know mine. Well, I'll shrink up my friend for it is a tale indeed. While pigs began to drink, monkey began his tail every lifetime. I forget myself, but in the end they are all pretty much the same. Forget yourself. What do you mean as pigs? E the pigheaded cursed general, and one of monkey's closest protectors. It was that damn sad so many lifetimes ago. You see, when I come into this world, I am, but a child in one lifetime. Let me begin with my first empowerment. You see, my magic comes from my Vajra body, and that was given to me many lives ago by Indra. I was a monkey child who thought the sun looked like a candy. So as any child would, I flew up to the sun to eat it. Before I could pluck it out of the sky, Indra struck me with his vara bolt and down I fell. But in that act, he made my power out a mante, and I became terrifying to all a child with absolute potency of magic in its pristine, indestructible form. So a crazy yogi seeing the dilemma. Cursed me to forget my power, only to be remembered when it was needed. Once again, monkey laughed with glee and drank his peach ambrosia until his cup was empty. The bar was one of the most extraordinary of environments inside. It was made all out of one piece of wood, carved intricately into a bar that could hold and entertain many hundreds. Truly a bar for the warriors and protectors of all time. This was Tara's Bar Monkey and Pigs. He sat at the long slab of wood, which within it were carved all of the stories of beings throughout time who had been demon tamers, subjugation after subjugation, as each demon realized, their Bodhi mind in the great one wood bar were windows, which looked out over Tara's Kingdom Green, lush, and. Filled with wealth and protection for all of its inhabitants behind the bar. Beautiful. Dini served the most delicious intoxicants. Blessed with Bodhi mind. As monkey finished his drink, a petite playful dini, a Sprite with diamond eyes and luxurious curve served monkey. Another peach ambrosia monkey smiled. Before my curse, I was a bit of a rascal. You see the gods and demons alike always underestimate my power. They did so once and I became so angry. I destroyed the Great Peach Banquet. It took the Buddha and Tara as Juan Yen to tame me. The emperor of the Jade Palace and all of his armies could do nothing to stop me. It was such a great battle. Monkey took his mace a toothpick from behind his ear, and continued high, smashed many God's heads that day. Psy laughed out loud. That was before me. We met, wasn't it monkey? Yes, but let me return to sharing the tale of my lives, putting his mace back. Please, please. Another round over here, pigs said As monkey with his chest snut, brown eyes began once again. After the battle with the gods of the Jade Palace, I was locked under a mountain for 500 years, and in that time I remembered something important, locked under the seal of compassion. You see, I remembered my purpose. I have been monkey many times. Always my power is present, but locked away under the six syllables, the curse was released. I remember that I had come to bring an end to the dark age of Kali Ma. I understood my powers and my magics, my mace given to me by the dragon king of the eastern seas. You see, before that, like you, I had been using my powers as a demon would to take power from others. But as I sat in the mountain, it became clear why my guru Bodhi had cast me out. I had become proud of my magics. I could cloud jump. My kung fu was unparalleled. My staff could, could transform from the size of a needle to the length of the great daum used to measure the depths of the ocean. My hairs, I could, I still can transform into anything I desire. I forgot that my magics were given to me by my guru for a reason. I lost myself and Sweet Tara had brought me back. It took Tara to remind me. That is one we met and took our journey with the monk from China to the west. He never would've made it without us inked out pigs. No, indeed. We met many demons on that road. The door was open at that time, and the dark age of demons reigned supreme. He needed our protection without a doubt. Do you remember the one you tricked into cutting off his head? Oh yeah. That was fun. Killed him with a lowly bitch who came and took his head and ran away. A good dog indeed, they both laughed and drank deeply. Once again, how many demons have you slayed monkey? Oh yeah, it's my story. You see, I wanted my guru's love, and so I bragged of my powers. I wanted him to see me and pour his sweet kindness over me. I was childish. He had given me everything. Wasn't that enough? When he sent me away, I was hurt and spent my life trying to be seen the way only he could do it. Until I remembered an earlier life, a life where my guru had been, RO and I hanman. As I sat in the black prison, I remembered how much I loved Great Rom. I loved him in the same way I loved my guru Bodhi Dharma. In that moment, it became clear what it was that I was here to do. The curse lifted. Soon after Qua Y came, came to me and asked for my help. I had an inkling that this would lead me to my purpose, and indeed it did what wild times we had on our journey to the West. We played some good tricks on each other, didn't we? My friend? Why? Yes, my friend. We did. But you did not answer my question. How many demons have you slayed you? You really want to know? Well, monkey responded with a sly smile. I didn't kill you, did I? Oh, monkey. I mean it, I, I know here in Tara's realm, your nickname is the Slayer of Demons. How did you get that name? Oh, well, pixie, I slayed a great many demons, enough to close the door to their realm forever and begin the golden age once again. Thank you for that. By the way, Pixy snorted as he turned to the sweet Dick Dini behind the bar. Another round for me and my friend for he is going to tell us the story of how he brought about the golden age. A round for everyone, as I bet none of you lot have done anything like that. All the grizzled warriors and protectors in the bar, cheered Za Monkey Za. And one called out Quiet you hardy lot. Let us listen with this pigheaded fiend to the tale of Monkey King and the Golden Age monkey smiled as the crowd gathered. Storytelling in the one wood bar was common, and this was the very first sharing they were all friends understanding what it was to protect the dharma. But they all talked rough and rowdy and loved to fight for, they were not afraid of anything. Well, as I was saying, Tara, as Kian freed me from the mountain, I took my journey with pigs. Z Sandy, Sandy smiled, having joined the crowd and that priest, we got to meet the Buddha. And he gave us enlightenment for our efforts. I knew once again what I was to do. I said, out alone. This time for, it was mine to do my journey. It may, the journey to the West seem like a fairytale for I set out for the door to the realm of the demons. Let me tell you my friend, I needed all of my powers and all of my love to not get lost forever in that realm. You all know it well, you have ventured there. It is our courage to dance with demons that make us protectors. It is our love of Tara's Bodhi Bliss that protects us and others. And it was that Bodhi Bliss that helped me for you see my friends. My journey began on our road of pitch black for what felt like many ages. I walked in the black. There was no light, no stars, no moon, just in key black step after step with only my love of Tara, as the black demons attacked my mind, the thoughts of hell suffering and power plagued my mind, and so I sang. Monkey Magic monkey bliss, you cannot touch me. Even though you take his monkey magic, monkey bliss. I cannot wait to meet you and make you piss. I will stomp on your head with my mighty mace. I will cut your face, and slap your ass. Monkey Magic Monkey Bliss. Attack and manipulate. Tease in tempt for this is your end. It is your last. On that I insist. Monkey Magic. I sang monkey Bliss, making up mighty verses of what these demons had coming to them. The more I sang, the more excited I became. I could not wait for the battle. Of course, I was already in it. The demon hoards were the darkness, their poison, the toxic fear, doubt, and seduction, which if not met with love, would trap me in their intra, so they might feast on me for eternity. Monkey looked out at his crowd who were wrapped hanging on his every word. He hopped up on the bar and began to dance as he told his tail behind the bar. The dinis began to weave his words in the sparkling air and the dark of hell surrounded monkey as he continued. I walked, sang, and sang and walked until I came to an ancient sacrificial fire. It was the first light and the hoards of blacks surrounded me. It was then my first battle began. I reached down to my leg and grabbed a handful of my hair, threw it into the air as they plunged in on top of me. As many hairs as flew were the army of monkey pranksters who came to my assistance. Ha. How what? Fun. We fought and smashed and danced. Each demon I smashed and powered me further. My clothes covered in their blood became impenetrable armor. We destroyed thousands that day, me and my hair. And again, I sang Monkey magic, monkey bliss. Don't you worry. I won't miss. The joys. I smashed their bones and danced on their guts as I danced around the sacrificial fire, smash, dance, sing, laugh, and blaze. The Blaze grew higher fire filled by devotion, by love and demon corpses. I burnt them all until the black of hell no longer called out with fear, pain, or power. It was just dark. And my friends, how that fire blazed. As the demons burnt, you all would've loved it to be sure. What a sacrificial flame. I sat down next to the flames thinking that my job was done practicing my sadam, the sadana I had remembered under the mountain, finding peace as I recall, the kindness of all of the gurus of my many lives. Life after life opened in front of my eyes. The dinis manifested monkey's words. As I sat by the fire, I realized with the call of my gurus, it was time. I stepped into the demon flame, sat on the demon corpses surrounded by flame, and smoke in the fire and smoke. I remembered my earliest life. My staff began to glow and form. Its end, came. A Trident blade, a Cobra with the essence of Shakti. Mother Bliss appeared around the staff and I settled into my new understanding that I, monkey Hanman was the great Shiva himself. In that moment, there was a cry of horror and a roar, an alligator hiss, which resonated through all of hell. Monkey Magic, monkey bliss. Three Lord Slayer, golden Age Bodhi. That is my kiss. I stood up monkey loving his audience's attention, danced with joy floating into the air. I knew the root of my magic, and I knew I loved Shiva, my most ancient self to the core for I was the most ancient Tara, mother Uma Shakti essence, and whatever was coming to me now had truly met its match. I knew with all of my being that for her and her alone, I would give everything die, live, suffer any hell for her alone. The great mother. I meet these demon lords and I bring about the Gold Age. The crowd cheered and toasted to monkey Great Shiva and Shakti Fire love. They all drank deeply. May Bodhi Blis reign Supreme and they drank again. Then they were upon me. Leering with evil intent, the three who hold the power of the material world. A raven headed demon beak of the sharpest steel talons that had torn the heart from so many beings. The bird eyed beast was blue, black, like a crow's wing in the sun. Her front was that of a bird body with legs like a woman, but the feet, again, just like her hands, talons of Adam Anine steel. The next was the lion headed one with a great barrel chest standing as a man, but hands and feet, the paws of a great cat. What a golden mane this one had my friends. You would have been in awe to see his pride in golden power. The last had the head of a monkey paused. I was about to say alligator, but, but no, he was a vicious crocodile. His teeth snapped and his, his skin was silver and sparkled as though he was protected in diamond armor. His tail came out from him just like mine, but long, thick, and covered in scales. He had, and I say had because I smashed him. Soundly monkey said smiling. He had stood like a man, all three, wore ancient armor and held weapons in their hands. The raven, I like to call her a crow. It made her mad as we fought, held a noose to catch her prey and an ax to chop them to pieces. The lion held a flaming sword. Blue flames danced up and down the blade. The crocodile demon held a vicious spiked mace in one hand and a shield covered with the heads and skulls of all of the great warriors he had slain. They surrounded me as they came close. I noted that the serpents, they wore as bracelets and belts. This infuriated monkey, he said, pointing at his furry chest. How dare they enslave the nagas in such a way? Yet another reason for me to stomp them into the ground. They were on all sides of me like this, me in the fire and them in a triangle of doom. This is how they had ended the lives of so many great beings, but not on that day. My friends, I tell you, I have never felt so empowered. The demon fire had given me all of their power, like Lao Sue's furnace. My eyes were now ablaze with red, and the time had come. To meet my calling, they growled cha and snapped at me describing all of the ways they would make me suffer for eternity, for destroying the demon King's army. Little did they, or for that matter I know that I was a peace, just a peace in Tara's plan, and she would soon make quick work of the demon king. What an honor to be the one to help her close the door to the demon realm forever. But I digress. The three lords, like all the others, underestimated. This silly monkey, and so it became my turn. There were no words to say, only action would suffice. The bar was silent, but as monkey paused to finish his drink, but peaks, he yelled out another round for everybody. For the battle begins. And begin it did. My friend monkey laughed, the demons grew to the size of three great mountains and stormed down white hot weapons of all kinds on my head, thinking they would make quick work and a quick end to me. I laughed as the weapons turned to flowers and bounced off my fur. So gentle and kind. I said making fun of these silly demons. I jumped up. Now it's my turn. With my words. The demons became enraged. Who are you? Just a lowly monkey. You cannot hurt us. They said the three lords of materialism ranted on. We have slayed and destroyed, all imprisoned and fed on the suffering of beings for CPAs. So you admit your sins. I said, and I took the form of a priest, like the one we took to the west. Well, let me absolve you of those sins. I grew and grew, and as I did my, my staff with Trident Blaze, newly formed to the size of three mountains. As I grew Shiva's, Shakti Bliss grew within me. I was becoming the Vajra monkey. Tara knew I always was. And with that, the battle really began. The three of them closed in my kung fu was extraordinary, like a blur, all animal forms danced, keeping these demons at bay with a smash to the head, a punch to the groin, a slash to the beak. I don't know if our fight fight can be described, but I tell you, my friends, it was so much fun. My hair's dance becoming shields to block and spears to slay. And with the greatest of Eves. And to these three surprise, I cut them to shreds, humiliating them again and again and again. Staff up that asshole, then into the crow's beak. Oh, you should have seen her look of horror and disgust as she tasted Deep lion demon poop. So many wonderful moves like that one until they lay s slain at my feet. In that moment, I knew I had once again accomplished my purpose and brought about the golden age. I was once again, the protector of the ramayana. My guru's love reigned down on me, and Tara gave me a home in the realm of Dcas and dinis. Ho, ho, ho, how I love Tara. The bar broke out into a great cheer. Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey's hand quieted the crowd. Would you like to meet the three lords of materialism for there they are. Three beings now in the garb of dharma protectors stood up and bowed to monkey saying five words. Thank you for freeing us. They bowed humbly to monkey. Every protector in the bar stood up in that moment and as one they bowed, saying in unison, thank you Mony, for freeing us all. In that moment as they watched monkey dance out his, you are welcome. Their cells began to sparkle once again. Reality swirled into a rainbow dance, and Tara formed upon her throne and the crowd once again sat in the beautiful garden, returned to the beginning of Tara's tale that my children is Monkey magic. Oh, now that felt very good to bring in the light. We invite you, monkey. Oh, may you have a year to come. Filled with joy. Filled with plenty and filled with glorious. And this time we have a special one. Monkey Max. Play us out. Oh, yes sir. Play us out the monkey king came to town and they called him clown and it in the sky just about. The people in the town that he gathered on the ground monkey came and landed the Send Man, the coolest thing around then a boy from the crowd. So, excuse me, Mr. Monkey, is that your only. See, I was born from the earth. It was a curious birth. When it comes to making magic, you might say, I am the see. I can change it to a fruit, to the tallest tree, to a hundred foot statue. The tiny ain't. I can whip on demons. I can frustrate the gods. I always come out smiling no matter. What after Says it. Dealing the problems you might understand. See, there's some demons running around. They've taken over like kings while keeping the rest of us. He wants a shape of, wants the shape of a boar. Another one's a dragon. They're lucky that there are more smile. He said It'd be fun to put those demons in their plane. We still, the people at doubts. And then they started to shout those demons showed up to find out what the fuss was about. The people, but he living. Not everything is it. The demon said one. We hope you've had your fun. You no pains or monkey. Once we are men, a lightning bull flew and a hurricane show. Cloud shops us flew at monkey. The monkey, the weapons of grass, the demons thought they bring him down. Smiley hero came dressed as a clown. Then the next thing you know, the demons, bodies, monkeys on Magic sent them right out. The one landed on Marshal flew out past stars, another one landed out somewhere just as B. Well, monkey Kings of Long on a Tale. A song doesn't think anything. Siri, anything's wrong. Well, day, day to slow down. There's so much to be found. Little of Monkey Kings. Magic is always a. Not everything is. The.