Diamond Sutra: Reflections on Urban Life Today

 

Diamond Sutra: Reflections on Urban Life Today

By Armando Ortiz

“Los instantes abiertos clavaban sus raíces sobre mis suspiros.”

 -Federico Lorca

I started reading the Diamond Sutra & The Sutra of Hui-Neng a few months ago. While reading the Diamond Sutra I began reflecting on its message and started writing down notes. These notes became thoughts on each short chapter that eventually came to be a complete document and interpretation of the Buddhist text. The Prajnaparamita came to be in India, and eventually arrived in China like many other things that happen with the exchange of goods and ideas. The text is a major tome in the Mahayanist branch of Buddhism, which is also known as the Great vehicle. This branch mainly spread into East Asia. The term Mahayana also refers to the path or journey of the bodhisattva that is striving to become a fully awakened Buddha for the greater good of all people wherever they are on their life journey on this earth. Mahayana Buddhist also believe the path to enlightenment is open to all.

Eventually the text came to be translated into English and many other languages allowing its accessibility to the world. This post is mainly a commentary on the text and not intended to be a replacement or to take the place of a Buddhist teaching. Hopefully looking through and reading this post will trigger a greater understanding and interest in reading the Diamond Sutra to add to our knowledge and understanding of how humans have interpreted the world they lived in at that moment in time, and maybe there are still some gems to be found that will alter our lives in a positive way and affect our contemporary world. 

“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.”

-Ludwig Wittgenstein

1. Anyone can carry the wisdom of Buddha or be buddha. Jesus says that anyone having the heart of a child will enter heaven.

Buddha is simple, no material possessions are described to be in his possession. He wears a robe, carries a bowl and that's all. Where is the buddha necklace, the sandals, or the headdress? Lack of material desire?

2. There is a right way and wrong way of doing things, tactfully or abruptly, but what is the intention, the intentions behind actions is what one should consider and examine. How do we honor others? How mindful are we of the interconnectedness between us and the unwisdom that exists between all spaces.

3. When there is no longer an “I, me, mine” in our minds then that is when we've inched closer to nirvana, but we cannot just be detached. If we tap into the flow we will reemerge, but how is the question that one must ponder. Once we let go, what will be the end result, what or who will we become?

4. How do we give and share of ourselves with others? It's better to give than to receive, but who are we choosing to give to? Are we keeping tabs on those that we give to or choosing where or who receives our kindness? How valuable is it? Does our giving have any value? It is better to give unconditionally to anyone at any time. We give of ourselves with our time, effort and encouragement.

"Equally incalculable is the merit of the bodhisattva who practices charity without any attachment to appearances."

5. What we see isn't really what things are. All things that shine aren't made of gold. 

The Tathagata can be anything or anyone, it's not a static being or nonsense, it just is and as a result we cannot rely on appearances. Anyone or anything may have wisdom. We must be open to receiving the teachings of the way from an unexpected vehicle of delivery.

6. Death is the final outcome of anything that is conceived onto this world. A seedling will one day be a decaying mound of debris. Teachings, thoughts and ideas need to be used to help us get across obstacles, but also have to be temporary, we can't hold on to everything, even our beliefs, cars, home or children or our memories. Life is transitory, and life is fluid so why put value on things and non-things? The use of our knowledge is temporary and will grow.

7. There is no chapter seven, seven has never existed, what we have been reading is an illusion of that imagined thing. The words deciphered create a labyrinth in the mind, and the undecipherable leaves a cloud that engulfs everyone. By releasing ourselves from the shackles of what is around we tap into the truth which is nonexistent, eternal, ever present now.

8. If we seek, we may find it or may not, just be aware that there is no right or wrong way. Enlightenment is like a hummingbird, it seems that you can grasp it but it flies away, yet we can discover its dwelling and let it be. It will perch on the thinnest branch that sways with the wind, and will allow us the privilege to admire its existence. Buddha teachings are actually no teachings. Yet a sign post is put for a reason, yet its message cannot be held or contained forever. Some teachings have lasting merit while others must be discarded after its usefulness has been exhausted, the old ways of living no longer apply to our present conundrums. We crawl out of developmental necessity as a baby, we crawl out of need as adults and do so when needed, we grow as a society according to the needs of the people.

9. What kind of giving are we engaged in? Do we give materials or give knowledge? Do we give opportunities or hand out things? Do we hand out knowledge or hand out things with our name on it? What do we give freely? What then is our religion? We are the vessel.

10. What we do depends on the inner peace that we have. We name and label things out of habit. We must transcend the labels. When we name and label we lose the essence of that which is named.

11. Merit lies in there being no merit, we open the doors to others and teach and explain the significance and meaninglessness of gratitude and giving. Material possessions are labels. Unformulated truth means that we are here in the present, labels and non-labels all are here. Evidence and experience must form our foundations, and then we must realize that all will disintegrate over time.

12. Lessons are learned in all kinds of circumstances, the way is found in the least expected places, we seek it or it finds us. If we become aware, then and there we should feel fortunate. The ground where we find enlightenment is sacred, enlightenment is everywhere and it will find us. We reach it independent of others and independent of time and the experience is singular, but also interconnected. The ground we walk is already sacred, it has given birth to us all.

13. School note- no distinctions, all is one. The separation that exists is only the air in between. Redwood, oak tree, all are trees, all are sacred, all is all. Wisdom comes from within and without, time and knowledge, wisdom and lessons are learned at one’s intended time. Tap into eternity and it will light your way.

14. School note- no distinctions, all is one. The separation that exists is only the air in between. The Name is nameless, this is very Dao De Jing like. There is no I, but then how do you approach the classroom where some have been “identified.” Charity isn’t charity. The Aztec sculpture of the mutilated body- what was its significance? Must have the heart of a child as Jesus says. We cannot purposefully seek to remain enlightened- this is tough. Thoughts may become fractured.

15. Wherever we are when we discover this teaching, when this lesson is learned, that place becomes sacred. The earth is sacred, time is sacred, submerge into the flow.

16. No matter where we are, enlightenment may strike, awareness of the unity and disunity of all comes into focus. If we are fortunate to hear and apply these ideas then we are truly there within the sacred.

17. Opening the door isn’t liberating, but hopefully it leads to greater awareness. If we rely on labels and claim enlightenment, then maybe think more carefully on what we are standing on. There is not one way to gain enlightenment. Don’t use labels, just do and do as best as you can.

18. Beings, we humans are beings, we like to distinguish ourselves from ants, but we all are beings, energy flows through us all. Be present, the past has passed, the future is out there, be here now.

19. Where are the reasons to have or seek merit? Do we give to give or give to be celebrated? Where does our merit spring from? Is it merit or is it a desire for merit or is it non-merit?

20. Perfection vs greatness. Who do we aspire to be? Why do we do what we do to ourselves? Better person vs better appearances, better person to others vs better inner being. Battles are always being waged.

21. The dharma is here, there, everywhere and in the world. Melting ice, vapors, fish, ants and lichen are there. The teachings are kept everywhere and are available at all times. Spiders are able to fly in the air with enough webbing attached to them.

22. Consummation of incomparable; consummation-the action of making marriage or relationship complete by making a Q. The point at which something is complete or finalized. Incomparable-without an equal in quality or extent, matchless. Unable to be compared, totally different in nature or extent. A marriage between being and the present awareness, mind, non-mind and time joining or separating. Being and Nothingness? The cycle continues.

23. Good deeds, bad deeds lead to a lesson, but will those actions lead one to ultimate awareness and enlightenment- All actions contain the seed of interpretations.

24. Teach, show, point, towards the awareness, tell others, guide them along the way, be present and be available. Remember that the time you give is more valuable than the things that you give away.

25. As a teacher this is important to keep and to meditate on. “Ego is not different from nonego……such is merely a name.” Embrace it all and reject none of it, the pain continues, but submerge into the flow and be carried away..

26. If we think you have found enlightenment, don’t fool yourself. If we think we’ve heard the way, most likely it's the wind. Let things be as they are. Be better and teach others the way, be positive in our intentions, but be mindful that even the positive may turn out to be negative. Live to live, live with integrity and accept all and none.

27. Reason isn't everything and doesn't guarantee the formula to the way. Perfect form or perfect duty such as morals or ethics doesn’t guarantee nirvana. There is no absolute way to enlightenment, all the waterways lead to the ocean, but there is no true ocean. The enlightenment of man, if fortunate to reach nirvana, is only that fortunate. As soon as he announces it it is forever lost. Do not let go of the fish, instead release.

28. Remember, if you teach only four lines of the Diamond Sutra you have attained merit, but the reward is nothing. Seek to teach, to spread the teaching and knowledge, not to reap the glory or rewards of the actions that have been taken.

29. The Tathagata is an enlightened one; a finder of truth; one who has attained perfection. Nirvana, enlightenment, wisdom and understanding, is a limitless possibility of realities. Lucky are those that attain these levels. Attention! Once you say it or label it, it is gone! Seek and cherish, teach but don't announce, seek merit but renounce glory.

30. This life can be spent trying to understand it all. In the end we are all made up of basic space elements, and this writing doesn’t exist. 

31. All that has been isn’t there or here any, and what is now has just disappeared, but how lucky are we who seek and come to an understanding that we live a dream, so let's live our best life, with the best of intentions.

32. Detachment from appearances. The poetry of life. We are not detached individuals, we are interconnected, all intertwined. Poetry on poetry. Let the smog, smoke and mist of material life be blown away by this awakened desire to find the way, and may the way become clear with sharp focus and that we make that connection and have a desire to be interconnected. 

Driving the Highway South: Prose

Driving the Highway South

By Armando Ortiz

Eight thousand miles and the coffee cup is cold, 

a constant  swish of passing cars cycle through the road, 

nights are longer, and cling on to me ever more

blowing winds from Michigan have been stalking.

Green pastures have turned dirty gold,

dawn and nightfall stay longer than the midday sun

the last crescent moon the Autumn shimmers 

slowly rising on the eternal apricot horizon.

Moon Over the High Desert: Road Trips from Los Angeles

Moon Over the High Desert

By Armando Ortiz

Driving on the Pearblossom Highway, anytime of the year, can be a magical experience, especially during a full moon. It offers a serene and reflective journey with breathtaking views of the Angeles, the San Bernardino and distant Mojave Mountains. Allow me to briefly explain why driving along this road is a worthwhile endeavor, especially during a full moon while heading east.

To begin your journey, you drive up the I-5 from LA and take the 14 north. Once on the 14, you continue until you hit Pearblossom Highway, where you exist and continue driving on for a while. Along this route, you pass by Palmdale, Little Rock and the town of Pearblossom. As you maintain a steady speed of 60 mph, the engine purrs like a cat, and a sense of surrealism washes over you. Thoughts of Victorville and visiting relatives become distant memories. Personally, I often take this road when I visit my relatives or when  there’s a major accident on the I-15 north, necessitating a detour in that direction.

While driving this section, especially in the late afternoon, I recommend playing your favorite tunes and savoring the moment. As the moon begins to rise over the Mojave Mountains, it casts a radiant glow akin to a giant spaceship emerging from the earth, evoking a sense of awe in the surrounding Joshua trees. The moon’s luminous light gradually spreads west, illuminating desert mountains. Its glow paints shadows of Creosote bushes and sagebrush on the ground. The spectacle begins to take place late in the afternoon, just before the sun sinks below the horizon, when the sky transforms into a deep orange hue that rapidly fades westward.

Taking a drive through this frontier, one of the few remaining desert backcountry environments in Los Angeles County, is an experience worth having throughout the year. Residents of LA should make it a point to drive along this highway at least once. Here, you can witness the desert fauna rarely seen in the city. The branches of the high desert trees resemble human arms stretching towards the heavens, frozen in time like statues holding the sky, waiting for the moon’s gentle touch. These trees seem to celebrate and honor the moon’s ascent from the depths of the distant mountain ranges. This yucca plant found here is aptly named, symbolizing the time Joshua kept the moon in place while raising his arms towards the sky in prayer.

Heading east on Highway 18, you’ll notice the dark silhouettes of giant yucca trees seemingly guiding the moon across the sky, moving it branch by branch, like miniature arms moving a white sphere. It’s as if they were directing it towards the Angeles Forest, where it descends below a sea of blinking lights that adorn the western slopes and coastline. The diverse desert bushes appear to dance in celebration to a rhythm known only to the wind and moon.

Frequent drives along this desert highway reveal subtle changes in the landscape. Life is a constant process of change and transformation, and the high desert exemplifies this truth. These changes become especially apparent during daylight hours. You might happen to see CalTrans widening a section of the highway or a house suddenly appearing where yucca trees once stood. A dirt road may now cut through the dry wash that flows during Spring. Construction crews seem to emerge out of thin air to complete the construction of a stoplight. Occasionally, you may spot crows soaring above, chasing after discarded hamburger wrappers. 

This land, once being mostly sagebrush, chaparral and desert plants just a few decades, years, or months ago, now appears devoid of life. Vast acreage is cleared as if a giant wooden block had been placed and later removed, leaving behind perfectly squared corners and open spaces. Sometimes, you come across makeshift communities of city squatters who have been pushed to the fringes of the city and into the high desert, their motorhome enclaves resembling wagon forts from a  bygone era.

As you continue your drive, the majestic Angeles Forest mountains, a constant backdrop to the city of Los Angeles, continue to fill their role. Here, the landscape takes on a juxtaposed nature. In the city, these mountains face south, but on this captivating drive, they face north. Aside from Palmdale, Little Rock or Pearblossom, there are no prominent cities or urban areas as you drive south. The homes that dot the mountainside seem to disappear into the chaparral during the middle of the day, blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. At night, scattered yellow lights give the impression of Christmas decorations scattered across the land, occasionally accompanied by long robotic arms glowing- usually gravel companies working on their pits. Further along your drive, these lights indicate the presence of Valyermo and Phelan, towns nestled closer to the mountain range.  

Driving through this highway is a year around adventure, with each season offering its own unique character and feel. Winter unveils mesmerizing lights adorning the local ski resorts, flickering through the night as they create artificial snow. During the day, after a major storm, the mountains don a thick blanket of snow which can be seen for miles. The northern face, receiving the least amount of sunlight, combined with the absence of air pollution, presents truly spectacular mountain views. Spring, too, can be quite special too, with gentle brush strokes orange, purple, lavender, yellow, and white sweeping across the high desert landscape. As you roll down your window, the air feels cool and clean. In a good rainy season, millions of vibrant orange poppies dance with the wind as you traverse the 14 north. Later in the season, stoic Joshua trees, along with other yucca plants, proudly display their white stems holding delicate white pods containing seeds, while bushes bloom in shades of yellow and white. In the distance, the Angeles mountains still boast their snowy crowns.

Summer and Autumn transform the drive along this highway into a dreamlike experience. Despite the hot and dry weather, there is much to relish. If you drive in the opposite direction, you’ll get treated to dramatic sunsets behind the Tehachapi Mountains. Sunrises are equally captivating, with hues of yellow, orange, purple and blue blending seamlessly across the sky. The wind during this time serves as a reminder of why the resilient desert fauna that has withstood the test of time. It’s also the perfect opportunity to pull over and admire the stars on a clear night or to quench your thirst with a refreshing blueberry smoothie from Charlie Brown Farms in Little Rock. During this period, the yucca plants release their seeds to the ground, and other desert plants fill the desert air with a fragrant aroma. This desert environment also experiences  its fair share of monsoon weather, and late summer flash floods serve as a reminder of nature's unpredictable power.

For an exploratory detour, you can take the 138 and connect to highway 2 on the San Bernardino side. By making a right turn on Sheep Creek Rd, you’ll have the opportunity to traverse the mountain crest, winding through the backbone of the range and reenter Los Angeles through La Canada. Alternatively, you can continue on Highway 18, passing Adelanto and venturing into Victorville. Here, you can find a place to have lunch or continue on your road adventure by joining Interstate 15 and heading south towards Hesperia. As you descend along the highway, winding your way down El Cajon Pass, glimpses of urban life gradually emerge through the city lights of San Bernardino and Riverside county, along the connecting nodes of the I-215, I-10, and Highway 60.

In Southern California, where car ownership is prevalent, day trips are a common pastime. Traveling north past the mountains can create special memories, and provide a relaxing and reflective experience. The drive also allows you to appreciate the remaining wilderness that exists just an hour away from where we live. It serves as a reminder that this ecological region is a desert environment, and the unique flora and fauna should be appreciated and respected. Even after a summer rain, you can catch the lingering scent of sagebrush and native plants in the humid air. A journey along this highway becomes a rediscovery and a discovery of something special, connecting us with nature and ourselves.

Guarding Los Angeles: Short Story

 

Guarding Los Angeles

By Armando Ortiz

He entered the room complaining, “The problem with Los Angeles is the fact that what represents Los Angeles is not really spoken about.” Timur was a bit startled, both as a surprise and as if being awakened by a dream after spending a steady 20 minutes on the novel he was reading. 

“Today I was reading a magazine that United Airlines supplies on its flights, and there was an article about Los Angeles, and it just bothered me so much!” complained Juan as he looked down to the ground. The other guard, Timur, was packing his things to clock out and inquired, “huh, what are you talking about?” 

“There was nothing meaningful about it,” he continued to ramble, “The first two paragraphs were dedicated to the ethnic communities in Los Angeles making and taking root. Yet, as soon as that was done it began to talk about spending three nice fulfilling days in Los Angeles, but most of the places were for shopping,” he paused as he placed his duffle bag on the table and began to take out the tie. “None of the days included a walk down Olvera street or a meal in Little Tokyo, Chinatown, Little Armenia, nor Little Ethiopia. Why?,” he stood erect and looked out the window deep in thought. “Is only the fact that Los Angeles is one of the most cosmopolitan centers in the world enough to satisfy a tourist? What about the person who has lived all his life here in Los Angeles? I think not.” 

He turned to look at the Timur who was already packed and holding the clipboard. He kept going with his speech,  “Los Angeles is more, at least to me, than Beverly Hills and Santa Monica Beaches. I mean give me a fucken break. What happened to visiting places that actually set the trends, where people are eking out a living, eating and wearing what their hard-earned money get them?”

Timur placed the board on the desk and turned around, “well, feel lucky to be living where you were born.” Tim took a deep breath to look at Juan, “There isn’t a Little Ulaanbaatar here in LA, and I am constantly being mistaken for an Asian.” 

Juan stopped and thought about what Timur was saying. “People only know two things about Mongolia, Genghis Khan and Mongolian barbecue which really isn’t. They don’t know of our history, our wrestling, our religion, our inclusiveness, we are just some former bearded savages that were tamed by the Chinese or Russians.” He grabbed his bag, moving out of the chair, and sat placing the bag on his knees. He stared at Juan who was listening.

Juan restarted, “Although I love this place, I feel a detachment. I feel like I don’t belong here, but how can that be? I grew up going to the Griffith Park Observatory, and going to the LA Zoo, but now it seems that these things are becoming less and less accessible, and yet places like Chinatown or Grand Central Market that were once overlooked are now trafficked by new faces and fatter pockets.” 

Timur listened to him intently, he too got lost in the ramble and began to think of going to the countryside in the summers, and eating stew in the winters. He took another deep breath, and replied, “Somehow I feel like you are describing my current situation. You know what I try to remind myself is that I am where I am and I will be the best of whatever opportunity comes my way.”  

Juan resumed with his river of complaints, “It seems like more material silicon is being applauded and praised than what Los Angeles really stands for. I refuse to see Los Angeles only for its entertainment and high life. There are more working class people living in Los Angeles than those with money, and the worst thing is that our leaders do not seem to point this out, and so I will write about the city that raised me and took part in my upbringing. 

Timur searched his chest pocket for a cigarette, but remembered the smoking policy and let go of the cigarette and adjusted his seat. “You might be right, Subotai, another one of our great generals, who people don't know about once spoke about appearances. How at a distance a little army could resemble a great army, yet a huge army could look like a single warrior walking the step.” 

“What do you mean by that,” enquired Juan. 

“Things aren’t what they seem to be in reality or on paper,” he paused. “Before moving here I thought I’d be living in a neighborhood where only white Americans live, but when I came here I came to live in a community that’s called Little Tel Aviv, but my neighbors are mostly Mexican or I think they are, and Ethiopian or I think they are. We thought that the streets were clean and that all people ate hamburgers, but that wasn’t the case. In short, my friend, I was disappointed, I too was fooled, and every day people show me their foolishness.”

Thomas Pynchon's Bleeding Edge: Book Review

 

Thomas Pynchon’s Bleeding Edge 

By Armando Ortiz

In Bleeding Edge, the author Thomas Pynchon tells the story of Maxine Tarnow who goes into an investigative journey to uncover the workings of events that were unfolding in New York during the first months of 2001. He creates a clear distinction between the techies that are becoming rich profiting from their creations, and those no longer rolling with dough anymore like Nicholas Windust. This review will mainly focus on the connections the book makes with Central America, the alternative online world that had been created called DeepArcher, and how ultimately we all experience new beginnings which in some ways are also a return. 

Nicholas is a person who has accumulated an empire through shady government dealings and has the power to run countries, and yet he can't. He is quickly becoming irrelevant and useless to the powers that be and the country is about to get closer to completely becoming digital. As a result his collaborations, while being an operative of the state, will compromise his identity. Windust, a secret agent, spent most of his time in Central America in the 80’s. His ex-wife, Xiomara describes to Maxine his obsession with the idea of Xibalba after getting stationed in Guatemala in the early 80s, “in Huehuetenango, where Windust and I met, it was less that a day’s journey to a system of caves everyone there believed was the approach to Xibalba.” She kept explaining that “the early Christian missionaries thought tales of hell would frighten us, but we already had Xibalba, literally, the place of fear.” Hence real life characters that once walked this earth, like Rios Montt, weren’t something new, but an expression or an incarnation of what came out from the caves and cenotes connected to the Mayan underworld.

In the novel “frontier” is found on the internet and more specifically in the program site that Maxine’s friend’s had created - DeepArcher. People log into the site and can leave the “meat” world, and exist in the virtual serendipity of digital existence, but at the ending of the novel even this has been closed. Along the same lines Windust had experienced an alternative world via the Mayan folktales that he’d heard in the Guatemalan towns he visited- a world where violence didn’t play out on television screens or in the virtual world of the infant internet but came creeping out of caves. It wasn’t he that used a cattle prod, but his alternate self from the underworld that did the dirty deeds.

Aside from reminding us how the U.S. entered the 21st century, Pynchon looks back at our government’s involvement in Central America. The book keeps reminding the reader that there was a dubious American presence in Central America in the late-70s all the way to the 90s. The 21st century for Windust was his departure, he had done the dirty work. Windust, a U.S. citizen, led a secret life abroad, returning to the world of Xibalba- a foreign world. Abroad, he would merge with the crowds, but remained an outsider, and back in New York he became part of the outside class. His obsession with the Mayan underworld is similar to the world that characters living in New York have digitally.

Pynchon’s characters escape from the hell-like conditions that begin to grow and spread in Central America. They also escape the “meat” world of New York as they embark into a digital space where random meetings take place, like a new frontier. For those in the South the frontier is dangerous, teeming with injustice and the only frontier to flee to is the north. DeepArcher keeps getting more and more popular, similar to how many social media companies came to be. Pynchon gives readers a glimpse into life in the U.S. months before the attack on the Twin Towers, describing the realities middle to upper middle class society were experiencing- a time when new technologies were beginning to be used and if you had the money for these new toys then you’d get them. The internet was just beginning to blow up and people were adapting to all the new changes that were happening.

Those living in New York came and went as they pleased, they left for California and returned with a tan, they traveled to a ranch in the Midwest and flew back scruffy and dirty to a spacious apartment or condo. In 2001, I too left my family and went to study in South Korea. I had only been there a few weeks when 9/11 burst into our psyche. I was in my own alternate reality trying to make it, attempting to adapt, and once I could navigate through East Asian cities and countries I returned home. The novel ultimately is about our return and remembering those things that keep us grounded, like family but also dreams and acceptance that over time things get better. Despite the tragedies that people faced at all levels of reality, there was a return and a settling, and one can breathe with a sense of ease as things get back to a new normal.

A New Conquest

 A New Conquest

By Armando Ortiz

Imagine drones rising above clouds

measuring the heights of the Andes

going a thousand meters above valleys,

imagine online pages tipping the balance of choice

causing chaos in those rural mountains

an uproar alights the high altitude villages,

close your eyes and see cathedrals falling

as unseen lenses hone in on its towers

everything now exposed for the world to see,

dreams of being watched 

and movements monitored

become a ticking reality. 

Our brave new world is here

the future happens now 

our faces recorded for eternity,

a new cavalry of empire builders

fly over the world making decisions

droning over who gets what,

remember the last Inca emperor, Atahualpa

and the overwhelming support of his people

scattering at the lightning crack of a canon,

recall Cuahtemoc who welcomed strange visitors

to his shimmering palace of quetzal feathers

only to be tied and executed for being of the devil,

musket fire and thundering sound

making SoCal natives shutter

running to the mountains and waiting.

An old world had landed on this world 

forever transformed the evolution 

man continuing recklessly as before,

this new world has returned

an order forcing change

turning of the corner for humanity,

this is the future

a new conquest

the way that will be,

creeping demons emerge from Xibala

that stars cannot decipher

but all humanity must adapt to,

gods no longer communicate with stars

they transmit dictums through glowing screens

denatured and desensitized with unfamiliar sounds.

Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park: Road Trips from Los Angeles

Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park

By Armando Ortiz

This place is an emerald in the north of California. It is a beautiful spot that will make you return again and again for many years to come. If you decide to camp here make sure to stay at least four days, minimum because that is the time needed to really take in everything that there is in this area. You’ll see giant redwoods on your hikes, wild animals around, beaches that seem untouched by corporate development, and if you are respectful and keep your distance everything will be fine.

You will know that you are nearing this park because redwood trees will suddenly make their majestic presence known to you. You arrive at the park and take a lane that gives you a taste of the experience that you will be having. Entering Prairie Creek State Park there is a meadow that sorta makes one think of a giant footprint that was left there centuries ago. It might have very well been an old Grizzly from the Shasta region as he was laying out the trees and left the mark there, but that’s a totally different story. The likelihood of seeing elk is high since a group lives in the area.  

There are reservable campsites, some cabins, a small stream that runs through the park, and many hiking trails for all levels to explore. If considering a trip to the Northern Coast then this is a must for anyone. There is a prairie adjacent to the camp where Elk eat and lounge there during the day. Some of the trails are short and take you to the Old Tree, and Cathedral trees. There is a 16 mile round trip trail that takes you all the way to the beach and along the way you walk through the redwood. Leaving early you at times might feel that you are alone and the only one on the trail. Driving north 30 minutes from the park you reach Crescent City which is a few miles away from Jedediah State Park, another treasure trove of redwoods in California, which at the edge of the park is the Smith River, an excellent place to spend some time swimming and lounging.

Come prepared to stay here a few days and take into account the distance that you will be traveling. It took us about 12 hours total driving from Los Angeles to the Redwoods. Make sure to stock up in Arcata where there are several markets where food, drinks and ice can be purchased. Also, in case you forgot an outfit then there is also a Walmart and a Costco nearby. Also, it would be good to fill up on gas once in Arcata, though there is a Native American reservation, the Yurok Nation, that has a gas station and their prices are much lesser than what is the norm in towns and cities across California. Enjoy your visit!

MacArthur Park: Santos Explores the Neighborhood

 MacArthur Park: Santos Explores the Neighborhood

By Armando Ortiz

Santos returned home in the evening and was unusually chatty. He kept talking about all sorts of things. Bella had already cooked for the three of them. It had been a long time since he’d had yucca frita with chicharon, fried cassava with fried pork, a common staple back in many Central American countries. This was a comforting reminder that now he was with family. He ate his dinner and kept talking about his adventure earlier that day. Bella ate her food and listened to everything he animatedly said. As she took a bite of the crispy end of the pork bit that she had in her hand, her eyes turned to Betsy, who sat listening to her uncle’s story. Santos just kept talking and talking about how good the food was, savoring every bit of curtido and pork. Only once did mention getting his papers. 

“This is the best chicharon I’ve had since I left home, you really nailed the flavors of mom! Mmm, mmm, so good,” he said with a satisfied face.

“Y la mica?,”she finally interjected. 

He paused for a moment, licked his fingers, reached for the paper roll, tore a paper towel and wiped his hands. He dug into his right pocket and pulled out his green card. He was no longer Santos, instead he was Raymundo Toledo. 

Every morning everyone seemed to wake up after Bella took a shower, soon afterward Betsy would go into the bath, where mom would scrub her down. Then it was Santos, who would wake up last. He seemed to relish the extra hour from when Bella awoke. He knew he’d have to cook his own breakfast. He’d been in LA two weeks and had yet to find a job. He’d tell Bella that he was going out and meeting with old friends who worked in factories, hotels and other odd places. Once he was outside, he’d just disappear and merge with the crowds of people and the midday traffic, everything being flooded by that bright Southern California light. He’d come back home late in the evenings around the time when the city noise toned down for a bit and you could hear the buses pull up and leave.

Santos couldn’t believe that he’d made it to LA. He’d gone back and met up with Jose a couple of times who took him to have a giant burger at a place that was on 3rd street near Union Ave. Jose loved many things. He loved smoking his money on weed. One of his other loves was eating burgers. He also loved watching the high school girls that streamed bye in the afternoon, trying to get their number. After eating and talking to some girls they’d just walk around and see the movement of people and cars. All the cars would just swish on by and he’d just stare and imagine himself driving down Alvarado Street. 

Back home inside the brick building his sister would ask him how his job searching was going and he’d say that it was a struggle finding a job. What he really was doing was hanging out with his friend. Jose worked on the streets trying to get passersby to buy miccas, social security, identification cards and weed. MacArthur Park was the mecca for such transactions and the demand was endless. Every day people from different parts of Latin America, Europe and Asia came to this area only to buy fake papers.Santos didn’t feel right about what was happening and although he liked watching the hustle and bustle he knew that he had to try to get something legitimate.

One day as he was walking along 9th street on his way home, when he saw a sign that read, se necesita ayuda, help wanted. There was someone across the street washing some barrels with a hose. The water drained onto the side of the street and slowly moved towards Bonnie Brae St. He entered the building and inquired about the sign posted outside. The woman behind the counter had permed hair with curls, she said that the site was a popsicle factory and that work started at 3am and ended by 12 noon or you went in at 1pm and clocked out at 10pm. The factory made popsicles at night, and by the time all the popsicles of the day were done and  gone, the factory had to be cleaned up. There were two positions available: mixer or cleaner. Mixer started at 3am, while the cleaning job started at 1PM and ended in the evening.

They engaged in small talk. She was from El Salvador and had been in LA for almost two years. She was taking classes at Evans Adult School, attending night school taking English courses to improve her English skills and also to hopefully get a GED.

 “Your chances of getting a better job improve if you have a little paper that says you completed this much education.” She used her hand as if she actually held the frame of the certificate in her palms and said, “with a certificate you can make more money, and with money life gets easier.” 

“I’ll think about which position best suits me. I’ll return tomorrow with an answer,” he told her as he looked around in the office. The office was decorated by different colorful posters advertising their popsicles that were either water or milk based. One of the posters had LA PRINCESA written across in cursive. For a moment he got lost in thought and remembered eating helados, popsicles, with his grandparents when they’d take a trip to the capital city to visit relatives or to take care of official business like requesting a birth certificate or identification..

 “Here, take a card,” she said as she handed him a business card with the factory’s phone number from the stack that was laid out on the counter of her desk. He returned to where he was, and responded, “I live around the corner not far from here, I think getting here is faster than trying to find change to make the call,” he said shyly with a smile. “I’ll take one, just in case,” as he took the card he saw La Princesa on the upper left hand corner of the card. It was a dark red logo.

She smiled and replied, “I know how it is, that was me not so long ago. Bueno, buena suerte con todo y lo miró pronto aquí.” 

“Thanks,” he said. 

He turned around, and stepped out of the office and on to the flood of light. A couple of cars hummed on bye. His eyes squinted on the way out, but the sun’s rays were quickly soothed by a cool breeze coming from the west. He walked towards Alvarado St, he turned to see the building and noticed the factory logo again, La Princesa, he kept his stride and once he got there turned north, and continued walking towards the park. Things were looking good.