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The Labyrinth, The Minotuar, I AM …

February 21, 2015

About Labyrinth

“ Mendos, King of the Egyptians, had a tomb built for himself that became known as the Labyrinth, less remarkable for its size than for the inimitable ingenuity of its making. Indeed, anyone who entered the tomb could not easily find the way out again unless guided by someone who knew it perfectly. Some claim that it was after visiting Egypt and admiring the skill displayed in this work that Daedalus built a similar Labyrinth for Minos, King of Crete, and here, legend has it, was kept the monster known as the Minotaur. But the Labyrinth at Crete has completely disappeared, razed either by order of a king or by the work of Time.”
Diodorus Siculus
Historical Library c.60-30 BC

The symbol of the labyrinth can be found everywhere on earth: in Russia, China, Europe, Australia, Scandinavia, Africa, North and South America, remote islands, nameless mountains, and ancient caves. The Hopi have their styles of Labyrinth … the Hindus have their Chakravyūha / Padmavyūha with similar forms reflected in yantra and Mandala… and the Tibetans have their Thangka that often encode the stories of Buddist teaching in some visual patters similar to the labyrinth. It would not surprise me if someone has discovered labyrinths within the deep ocean cities or buried cities under the Sahara or Gobi deserts.

The labyrinth patterns have been living on earth since prehistoric times. It has lived here for tens of thousands of years, perhaps even longer, before the civilizations of Egypt and Greece. There were labyrinths in almost every culture and every land. Some labyrinth patterns are found in caves or on ritual objects associated with burials. Labyrinth patterns are symbols of eternal life. Some shamans used Labyrinth to time travel to other realms. The Ancient said it is the Vulva of the Great Mother – a gateway to the infinite existence.

Those double spiral patterns seem to have encoded the secret teaching of non-dualism since prehistory.

We can also find patterns of the labyrinth in sacred geometry, such as the Flower of Life and crop circles. We can find it in our own fingerprints, in our brains and intestines. We can find it in the seals of our energy field, and in the energy patterns of our own DNA.

— Indeed, we are all walking Labyrinths.

Labyrinth’s stories can be found in those fascinating writings, about the initiations of ancient civilizations, including those of the Egyptian mystery school and those of the American Indian nations. We have read encounters of the adepts or youths who went through a rite of passage that could either cause physical death or the becoming of greatness. Imagine how it feels when you enter from one doorway as one state of being then come out a different person in a different reality with altered perceptions … From this aspect, the labyrinth is encoded in the Mandala, and in the Tibetan Thangka, and visual patterns in different parts of our body and energy centers,,, Labyrinth as a symbol / portal / doorway / the Vulva of the Great Mother  reflects our state of consciousness and constant transformation through a journey called – Life.

The word PREHISTORY has its subjective point in space/time. In the quantum field, those who live in “prehistory” have every reason to call us the “post-historical Homo Sapiens …” Since everything exists through perception, this civilization that reflects our consciousness at present time would be described as primitive from another view. I shall not assume that we are more advanced than those who lived in “prehistory.”

From the cave paintings before the Stone Age to the Labyrinth patterns -carved in ancient bones and rescued- from some Chinese medicine shops, labyrinth patterns have been discovered in places that we would never dreamed of… As civilizations have risen and fallen, Labyrinths have shifted from a holistic spiral view of existence into some kind of maze filled with danger and temptation. Some people say there is a difference between a Labyrinth and a maze: the one with the double spirals is a Labyrinth; the one without is a maze.

Personally, I am seeing that – the one with the double spirals symbolize the labyrinth of our life; the one without feels like the maze of our intellect. Our intellect is often filled with yes/no, or single sighted moral code that traps us inside the maze of our own delusions. When we understand the significance of non-dualistic spirals, we shall be able to transform, and to transmute, and to transcend all that limited us to be who we truly are.

Imagine this: if we time-travel to the old days when everybody believed Earth was flat, those who said that Earth was round were clearly “irrational“ and evil. Belief system plays a fiundamental part in the human psyche. Anything that threatens one’s belief system could be accused as evil. The rational part of humanity often condemns all that seems irrational or beyond the box of its beliefs as evil.

That notorious Minotaur inside the maze is definitely e-v-i-l in this case.

Even the logic that cut the line between the rational and the irrational is often like quicksand, with beliefs shifting from paradigm to paradigm. The Chinese would call this human drama “the fantastic intellectual pride that actually block the direct knowing from within.” Intellect is not ” bad.” There is a place for the intellect just like there is a place for the maze in life. Everything has its place and value in life. When misused, or overdosed, then it becomes something that is against life, the backword of live is evil.

Intellectual pride is truly an amazing maze.

Perhaps the same is true for self-importance.

Then, who is the Minotaur inside this maze?

At the center of the Labyrinth is the sacred space. Some call it the Void, other call it the Center. Passing through many dimensional gates, when we reach the void we are in the unified field, and the identity of “us” and “them” simply vanishes… This profound realization is not encouraged by the traditional organized beliefs institutes… because “us” means good, “them” means evil. Without the countless dramas of good and evil, life might feel boring for those who have to be good and right –according to their standard.

At the moment when Buddha reached his enlightenment, he was confronting the Lord of Desire, Mara, whom he had devoted his spiritual life to fighting against. Turned out when he finally faced the face of Mara, he faced himself. That invincible evil was only a reflection of his fragmented shadow-selves. Instead doing one more battle he simply sit like the Himapayan mountains, allow all weathers and storms passing or raging around him in great serenity.

When Buddha reached his enlightenment, was he in the unified field?

Was Buddha arrived in the center of his own Labyrinth?

One culture’s evil could be another culture’s life.

One paradigm’s virtue could also be another paradigm’s vice…

What will it be like when evil and life merged in the center of the labyrinth, like the Chinese Taoist symbol of Yin and Yang… or like Lao Tzu riding on his indigo buffalo vanished in the field outside the Great Wall after leaving his knowledge Tao-Te-Ching to the gate keeper from the Hain Gu Gate. Could it be the collasping of holograms like some sci-fi movies?

What will it be like when we find ourselves dancing in the unified field with no return?

What will it be like when everyone on earth is enlightened?

What will it be like when we realize that

-the Observer in the quantum field is the Lawgiver?

Why are there Labyrinths everywhere since the prehistory?

Where are those vanished civilizations?

How did they come up with a sophisticated symbol like labyrinth?

Could it be that the entire civilization had ascended through the unified field?

Had this happened many times?

What do our fingerprints tell us?

What about our DNA?

I leave this journey within the labyrinth to you, my friend.

The secret of this journey is:


Be your own most trustworthy friend.

About Minotaur

The story goes like this:

Once upon a time, in the ancient land of Greece, a legendary baby was born. He was of noble descent and could have been a prince or -a future king because his mother was King Minos’ virtuous Queen Pasiphae. Unfortunately, the other half of his DNA came from an odd source – not from King Minos but from a sacred bull that came from the ocean to be sacrificed to the gods/goddesses. King Minos saved this magnificent creature and sacrificed another bull in its place. This disobedience offended some gods/goddesses.

Gods/goddesses are beings that have not yet reached their enlightenment. They live among humans even to this day. You might say that they are archetypes of our dimensional aspects. Some of them are truly awesome cosmic Beings; some of them are easily offended creatures. We know that easily offended equals lack of security. In this case, to prove their power, they did something entertaining for the after dinner cosmic TV show…

Suddenly, our virtuous Queen Pasiphae had an irresistible passion for this sacred bull… and the baby was born… half human, half bull. We do not know the origin of this bull. Those Greek gods had reputations of seducing female humans in the form of animals. Remember Leda and the swan? And Zeus and Epropa? No movie has been made about the journey that Pasiphae had to go through

-a virtuous fine lady lost her mind for  the sake of her yearning?
A queen mother gave birth to an odd looking child?
Had she ever thought about her future career?

The good news was that her husband loved her unconditionally. Unlike some small-minded husbands, King Minos loved this child and named him Asterios, King of the stars. Being a good father and a faithful king, he went to the Temple seeking guidance. Well, just like what happen in today’s mass media, where organized beliefs institutions, politics and the cooperative business are sleeping in the same bed… like an angry teenager swearing from a mixutre emotions of blaming, self-imporatnce and a sense of needing approval:

— F— you, get lost!
The oracle told King Minos to
“Conceal this shame.”

Conceal this shame? The true crime here is to turn a sweet-hearted father into some fearful, shameful, and unworthy creature. We don’t have too many external oracles today, but we do have TV and newspapers worse than the crapy oracles that programing the collective mass conscious of all kind of wants and needs into the collective trance . The Chinese would say—Borrowing a knife that has someone else’ name to kill the innocent. Who were the real puppet-masters here?

It was decided that Asterios must be put into the labyrinth, despite his birthright and divine intelligence. As days went by, nobody remembered Asterios anymore but the taur of Minos-Minotaur.

Not unlike other episodes in history during which human sacrifices have been performed for countless holy names, for political ideals, for money markets and traditions… In this myth human sacrifice was performed for the Minotaur inside the maze.

— Human sacrifice for the Minotaur inside the maze?

Has the alarm rung yet?

All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone! – John 8:7

No one can take myth literally because it often speaks in paradoxes, very much like the symbol of the labyrinth, filled with crystallized clarity and bewildering complexity. Since it is not black or white, it becomes controversial. One of the controversial parts of this myth concerns the “hero,” Theseus, who slew the Minotaur.

Buddha did not slay the demon king that was his altered ego. He transformed his fragmented shadow-selves into Buddha. Isn’t worshipping some gods or slaying some monsters out there, an irresponsible act for those who have mastered themselves? To call someone like this a hero would be an insult for one’s own intelligence. What Jesus did in his 40 days in the wildness was to confront the Minotaur in the labyrinth of his own mind.  The voices of Satan were the voices of the shadow selves of humanities: self-importance, betrayal. greed, deep wound, revenge, sorrow, self-pities, victimhood… feeling separated from the divine and from one another,  or laying conquerer’s sword outsise oneself instead of facing one’s own contradiction… Jesus did not lay his sword on someone outside himself. Scapegoat is for hypocrites. Masters do not need any scapegoat.

While everybody applauded Theseus in those labyrinth workshops and spiritual gatherings, I was secretly “ falling in love ” with the Minotaur. His true name was Asterios. I then decided that I would never put myself into any gathering that only offers dinner party tales for spirituality no matter how much I love those beautiful human beings who gave such workshops.

Walking around the Metropolitan Museum in New York, visiting those magnificent cow goddesses and bull gods from different civilizations, I wondered when did those awesome cosmic Beings become shrunken and twisted into a monstrous form called Minotaur?

From my perspective, Minotaur is far more interesting and trustworthy than any hypocrite who is only a want-to-be, with no depth and no integrity. Hypocrites are always politically correct. And hypocrites will always find a scapegoat, a dragon, a monster… a witch or a Minotaur out there to kill. I would rather go to dinner with Minotaur who might not look handsome in his tuxedo, than go out with an expensive persona, boring hypocrite.

When people criticized Jesus for spending too much time with tax collectors, sinners and prostitutes, he simply replied:

“These sinners might reach the kingdom of heaven before you do.”

Yes, Minotaur might just reach his enlightenment before some hypocratical VIPs.

The difference between Minotaur and hypocrites is very simple: Minotaur often realzie that he is a hypocrite, and feel very uncomfortable about it… then going through inner journey of denying, negociation, fighting… until all parts of himself had played out their cards and recognized one another as one integal being, then the healing toward the wholeness become a reality. On the countray, hypocrites would never see themselves as Minataur.

Minotaur is simply being himself. Through it all -isolation, hurt, and hardship, confusion, inadequcy… and some senses of betrayal. He evolves by being where he was at to where he would like to be through dreams, visions, nightmare and trials… and tremendous strength, while hypocrites deny their own tuth but busily meeting other people’s expection and ideals. unfortunately hypocrites have to live inside their own maze until they can be trustworthy for themselves. How do I know this? Because I had been under the skin of both hypocrites and Minotaurs… I understand both in intimate depth and I made my choices and paid my prices. Omnipresene is Omnipresence… From the depth of my heart, I know that Jesus, Buddha, every masters who had ever walked this planet walked through their / our own inner labyrinth, befriended with Minotaur and healed the fragmented shadow selves..

As human beings we all have our moments. Consciously or unconsciously we all know hypocrisy well, because that is a convenient dance step… The day when we confront the Minotaur within and forgive our own limitations is the day we start to to meet all parts of ourselves face to face without judgement… but unconditional love. We love our jorueny of being human. It is a divine odyssey played out through humanity. We are in the midst of it as each card laid out on the table of divine to reveal who and what we truly are in each eternal Now.

Back to the “hero” Theseus…

With the help of Asterios’s half sister, Ariadne, he traced his path through the labyrinth by unwinding a ball of golden thread provided by her. Ariadne was madly in love with her hero. Was she a teenager then? She also told him where Asterios slept and when would be the best time to attack him while he was asleep. Minotaur was “murdered” while at a disadvantage.

The most popular version of this story is that, after a bloody fight with Minotaur, the Hero found his way out with the help of the Beauty. This version would definitely have a better box office than the other versions. We have a “wholly” Trinity here— A Beauty and a Beast, plus a hero. This kind of drama does sell well.

Later, Theseus abandoned Ariadne on the island of Naxos with the justification of “hearing the voice of God” — in his case, Minerva.

Hearing the voice of God or hearing the voices of some wise beings is a very tricky business,,,  How do we know that was the voice of ” God ” or the voice of some wise beings or simply the voice of Satan? In modern term the voice of Satan is the voices of our shadow selves who were fighting to be heard and to be healed…often these voices like to tell us how surpreme or how not supreme enough we are compare to others… Unless we had integrated defferent layers of ourselves, we might just get lost in the maze of our own thought forms and self-important delusions, then suffer from a deep sense of isolation.

Was Theseus a real hero or an authentic opportunist?

Those who applaud Theseus and Ariadne as a divine couple don’t even mention this part. This is not a good dinner party subject for those who just want to keep everything nice, and to keep a smile on everyone’s face.

Poor Ariadne, your hero was not as trustworthy as you wished.

Perhaps this was only a reflection of your own deed.

How many parties were held for his victory?

How many dark nights must you cry alone?

Had you ever dreamed about your half brother Minotaur?

From his sleepless blood bursts your deeper quest —

Oh, yes! In the darkest nights of our souls journey, we have learned to be friends with Minotaur -who is never out there but right inside our deepest fear, inside our ethical conflicts… and that ghostly shame and guilt … Minotaur lives right inside every hurt, every rejection, every prejudice and the thousand names of unhappiness. The daggers from a child’s eyes are much more dreadful than a monster inside the maze. And the bleeding heart wounded by frozen passion is much more unbearable than thousands of poisoned knives. The most unspoken part is that we know from deep within that we have participated in all those lies — consciously or unconsciously. As children we were often getting punished by telling the truth but getting reward by learning how to lie… We know there were moments when we could have made a difference by speaking up, yet chose to be silent… Perhaps — some of us forget how to speak the simple truth because we forget about how to be simple. Perhaps — some of us did not know how to voice different views from the mass media or from the ones we love … or from external authority. Perhaps, by not voicing our truth we might avoid changes … Is this where those ghostly shames and guilts come from? Why should a baby feel shame and guilt about its own poops?

Everything that we had ever denied in life experiences fell into the laps of Minataur…

Poops were food only in few hours difference. We were programmed to love the food but feel unconfortable with the poop… Is there something not quite intelligent with this picture? The same with life expereinces: We love new expereinces that exciting us but we do not know how to transmute the energy when the experiences were not fresh food any more, but digested into wisdom and something else called poop. Perhaps learning about  how and where to poop is just as important as learning about what to eat? We poop with grace and thankfulness because if we can’t we might need to see a doctor. We do not poop on other people’s altars and we do not eat holy poops given to us through beliefs that do not serve our evolutions any longer… When humanity start to resepcet one’s own poop without feeling uncomfortable, nor arguing for one’s own limitation, we then become as wise as animals who have neither problem with whose own food nor whose own poop but living with naure in harmony.

Another archetypal character that parallels the Minotaur is the demon king Ravana in the ancient Indian legend Ramayana. Ravana was born to a great sage Vishrava and his wife, princess Kaikesi.  later he became a devotee of Shiva. A great scholar, a powerful ruler, a master musician… excellent in many performances in life, Ravana was also a handsome devil for many noble women left their noble husbands just to be in his presence. He was depicted to have ten heads, ten pairs of eyes and twienty arms that showed his supreme intelligence, all seeing and powerful actions as a great ruler… He had tremendous charm, talents and strength that even Lord Shiva was touched by his repent:

Ravana had decided to bring the mountain Kailash, where Lord Shiva resided, to Sri Lanka in order to surprise his mother. As he lifted up the mountain, Lord Shiva was angered by his arrogance and pushed it back down… Ravana was trapped. The King of Lanka then torn off one of his own arms and made a musical instrument, ripping out sinews to form the strings- the same kind of charm a mafia God-Father would display: He used this newly invented instrument – ravanhattha – to sing the devotional songs of Shiva, creating melodies of profound beauty that made Shiva weep and forgive him…Ravana was a hero in many traits but his heroism also blinded his true insights.  In his journey of becoming ” greater ” he lost his connection to the One Heart of all life-steams  but craving for more and more knowledge, more and more power and more and more “greatness..” There is a fine line and a subtle turn in the labyrinth of the human mind.. No matter how ” great ” Ravana became, he did suffer tremendously by overdosed pleasure seeking, over self confidence… and endless ambitions. ” More ” could be a powerful spell that create more the lacks… He could not distinguish his ego from his true essence. The death of Ravana was epical:

After firing the fatal weapon on the battlefield of Lanka, Rama the incarnation of Lord Vishinu, told his brother, Lakshman, “Go to Ravana quickly before he dies and ask him to share whatever knowledge he can. A brute he may be, but he is also a great scholar.” Lakshman rushed across the battlefield to Ravana’s side and whispered in his ears, “Demon-king, do not let your knowledge die with you. Share it with us and wash away your sins.” Ravana simply ignored him. Lakshman went back to Rama complained: “He is still as arrogant as he always was, too proud to share anything. There is no repent in him.” Rama soothed his brother and asked him gently, “Where did you stand while asking Ravana for knowledge?” “Next to his head so that I might hear what he had to say clearly.” Lakshman could not see his own arrogant reflect back to him by Ravana but reply dutifully. Rama smiled, put down his bow on the ground and walked to where Ravana lay. Lakshman watched in awe as his divine brother knelt at Ravana’s feet. With extreme humility, Rama said, “Lord of Lanka, you abducted my wife, a terrible crime for which I have been forced to lay justice on you. Now, you are no more my enemy. I bow to you and request you to share your wisdom with me. Please grant that for if you die without doing so, all your wisdom will be lost forever to the world.” To Lakshman’s astonishment, Ravana opened his eyes and raised his arms to salute Rama, “If only I had more time as your teacher than as your enemy. Standing at my feet as a student should, unlike your rude ignorant younger brother, you are a worthy recipient of my knowledge. I have very little time so I cannot share much but let me tell you one important lesson I have learnt in my life. Things that are bad for you seduce you easily; you run towards them impatiently. But things are actually good for you fail to attract you; you shun them impatiently too, finding powerful excuses to justify your procrastination creatively. That is why I was eager to abduct Sita but avoided meeting you. This is the wisdom of my life, Rama. these are my last words. I give it to you.” In less than one breath, Ravana died.

The dreams and nightmares from that time line become a archytype of the merging of humanity and divinity. Ravana’s wisdom did not get lost but integrated with the divine wisdom in Rama, the incarnation of Lord Vishnu; Minotaur’s wisdom did not get lost but merged with a new humanity that understand the depth of abyss fearlessly. Again, Omnipresene is omnipresence, hence comes the unconditional love.

Behind the stone walls
Your tearless cry
The last unconscious dream
Buddha wept
Your sleepless blood
The first
The Christ
The baby
There is a dance between
The legendary Minotaur
The Vulva of the Great Mother
Oh —
Nature’s untamed passion
Is never a cup of nice afternoon-tea
For nice hypocrite’s
Sweet tooth

A song
We sing
Echoing in the labyrinth of
Accompanied by the
Howling of
In quest of
Eternal love

From the blood of
King of the Stars
Other selves
Comes the
Blazing flame
That turns the superficiality into


Love in motion

Weep for the
That was left
Once arise
Never return…
Dance the Labyrinth
That is the true
In us

— Asterios
Of the
That is the true name
For the

From the burning
From the double


Who you are

Now …

About I AM



Aware of





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