42 Mind Seals

The book is now available on Amazon.

BOOK DESCRIPTION

The concept is borrowed from several pages in The Blue Cliff Record, one of the most venerable Zen Master teachings. A mind seal is essentially a magical communication similar to the legendary magical papers which can be used only once. Only these can be used more than once. They have lasting effects that tend to be subtle, global, or personal, and are often permanent. Forty-two mind seals are included in this collection, including magical themes as basic as life and constitution and as abstruse as immortality, time travel, and perpetual motion. The book features the magical properties of each mind seal in perfect four-part sets for each example, proving that mind seals are objective phenomena which meet particular magical criteria. Readers will be pleased with the depth and vivaciousness of this work, which attempts to turn an abstruse subject from Zen Buddhism into another type of subject---one worthy of aspiring wizards, with sufficient technicalism to convey real magic. The statements, which range from single sentences to long paragraphs, are stated in quotations to mark them off from the descriptive matter. The book is recommended for anyone interested in the occult.

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The Day I May Have Met a Buddha

We were in Kew gardens on our vacation in Great Britain (actually I'm not sure which garden it was...),

when we noticed, in the midst of summer, a suspicious pile of snow.

The snow must have been at least 3 and a half or 4 feet high.

Suspicious as it was, I wondered whether it was hiding any treasure.

So I peered inside a gap in the ice---

To my amazement, I saw what looked like a buddha inside!

He was meditating, and the ice was melted around him in a sphere!

It looked very real.

So I said: "Good buddha, good bud-dah!"

Then I beckoned to my brother and father.

"Hey, it looks like a buddha!" my brother said.

"I wonder if he's real!" my dad said.

"Let's test it!" my father said.

"I already said something, and he didn't respond" I said. "Seems real enough" I said.

"On second thought, we'd better not" my father said.

Then my brother creeped inside the buddha-bubbble, and touched him on the face.

"What did he say?" my father said.

"He said, 'I'm a buddha' " my brother said.

"So, I guess you're a buddha now!" my father said.

"No, not me! He's a buddha!" my brother said.

"I know!" Michael said, "You know, its about when people sit up awake at night:
they're dreaming of buddhas, and the question is: do buddhas dream of electric sheep! It look suspiciously like the cover of that book! I mean, a little too suspiciously! It must be one of those things that I forget the name of, like a goth installation or something"

"You're so smart. But it's pretty cool!" Brian put in.

"I wish it were a buddha. A real buddha!" I said. I didn't regret my wish for about 14 or 15 years.