Of Siddhis;

Some say Siddhis is a desert recluse, who never says a word.

Others say he is a suit and a struggle.

Some say only Johnny Fuel knows Siddhis.

Some recall it this way:

In the university garden there is a tree that says that the Buddha sat here.

You Siddhis, you are augmenting your mind, not sitting under the tree, you are sitting there, on that bench nearby, with that device and those financial “problems”. 

The Spirit of Siddhis… the super natural power, an unspoken mystery. Alpha Aquari in the Constellation Aquarius. Siddhis is human, a person, Siddhis is the wind of the world, Siddhis was given the name, by young girl, Siddhis a flower you are. He looked at the tree where Buddha sat, Then he looked at his cell phone and computer in tow, and through moments of awareness, the thought would arise; and what of me Buddha, and what of me now?

“Karma is financial.” This is your creed and conundrum, Siddhis. How do you continue the story you have made? The fiction of it and the truth of it, entangled in a maze like path of investments, safety, extensions and living outside. The Buddha and Tree, forget it never and we continue, the most energetic exclaim ions from some source of logic and perhaps care, Forward the order is! 

“How now do I stay free from delusion?”

Siddhis thought quietly as he moved step by step. “Meditation practice has made me aware of the footprint of the Tathagata. The footprint that I leave behind. Am I more knowledgable than able, can I now balance knowing and doing with my karma?” Siddhis understood that the Buddha arrived at the tree and stoped, did he comprehend and therefor an understanding occurred elsewhere? 

Siddhis arrived at the tree, the concept of the Buddha in his inbox, he had emails to write, had a bank account and credit debt that he had resolved before… But now the investments in the electricity and the heat for the cold climate of winter in the mountains. That cell phone may or may not contain his future. Siddhis noticed that they, the travelers, and the performers, began to flow in and out of the meditation positions as though they not being stoped and not committed to stoping, committed to practice and dynamic continuity. Remembering death and arising for work, for the camera, for the engine, for the airplane… Maybe never get stuck… What a world has been made for the entirety of life on earth. Maybe the world needs thier good action… How ongoing the dynamic world of movement humans have made.

It is Johnny Fuel who is so busy and aloof in the repainted Sedan with gear on top, like a peaceful desert rebel, a wilderness mystery with a taming around the corner, and the Buddha within. A profound and lonely vessel, like a future vagabond turned to engine repair and app delivery in between true spirit journeys, handling the last of earth beef, collecting data from the meta source. It is Johnny Fuel who found Siddhis by the tree, no cell phone, no computer… in the middle of a sun flooded land of arches and sand formations. It is Johnny Fuel who found Siddhis Sadalmelik as tall as the hundred foot skeleton, with feathers in it’s head dress, as tall as the Milky Way Galaxy and the North Star, Polaris. Johnny wondered about the constellations, the way they circumvent the earth counterclockwise when facing south in the winter northern hemisphere, and clockwise facing north in the winter, in the northern hemisphere.

I wonder If the northern orient has a Navajo name?

Johnny has been thinking that to sit at the tree before arriving would be to practice, but the expectation of the Buddha’s Sit would be ostentatious. Master Thich Nhat Hanh said shortly before he died that; “with each step I arrive”.

Siddhis sits reclusively in desert spaces, a vehicle home nearby. Johnny finding Siddhis sitting in the desert, delight and uncertainty; then back to the vehicle, engine needs repair once again…

I see myself within, do friends vanish and arise? Do enemies cling and claw? 

“How could I arrive at the tree until my debts are absolved and the paperwork is neatly in place, filed away for eternity?” 

“Well you arrived at debt absolved, and then time kept going and the vehicle’s driver seat was still the seat, with the operators conformities. Johnny and Siddhis sharing the conundrum of what to do from the drivers seat of debt resolved, on the mountain side, overlooking the city. Time kept passing and expenses began again. Was it all done in vain? Was there no better way from that resolve? The perspective and orientation of debtless and an arising of suicidal thoughts and threatening mentalities as though you could not really be free, could you? Keep calm and carry on. The trouble is abounding so what is the truth to how it was done and what is this writting of safety I am seeing? 

Maybe it is lost is the wind, the karmic formations like ships on the water and only a distant shore to land.

Banking, accounts and social ID’s we continue with the vehicle national parks and gathering, is more education I at the facility for these thinkers and doers. Continuity and consistency, current issues not fretting the loss. The orientation was beyond a hope, truly a way made, Johnny to Siddhis, and the Debts arising, vanishing, and arising again.

Does this debt contain something that I need, and I have never comprehended it. Does this debt have something for me?

Siddhis has continued. Johnny has continued. In the field, under the tree, in the vehicles and hotel rooms, on the sand, on the concrete, at the house that was home. Siddhis has sat for hours, many revelations like pollen on the wind. 

Has Siddhis become Johnny and wandered back to a shovel, or a kitchen. Has Johnny become Siddhis meditating for hours shaded by a desert tree?

Did he fall asleep under the tree? Did he experience dullness. Did he experience an unbinding of fetters and an allowance of truth. 

“Who is up to what was not to be yesterday, but is possible today?” 

Has Siddhis fired a golden arrow from under the tree? 

Has Siddhis has stood up from sitting at the tree and stumbled although no drink, a strange onward compels.

Some say no merit for Johnny, although the opposite might well rightly be true.

Some say Siddhis is a of no substance, like a marriage, see through, almost non-existent … Don’t believe everything that you hear.

In fact believe nothing that you hear and only half of what you see.

There is merit to both names, and the questioning of samsara, they are seeking of the exit from this eternity view?

Keep going Johnny… Or maybe stop.

Find a way Siddhis. 

Perhaps at each moment we arrive.

Perhaps at each moment I exist.