Yep, Barbara worked all night on it, and here it is, available today — My special Suno Prompts — only one goldback for the whole collection!
The Bardo is Here, Get on the Bus!
Social media these days feels less like a town square and more like a bad dream — one of those fevered, anxious loops where everyone’s shouting half-truths while wearing twenty different masks, none of which quite fit convincingly.
No one’s listening because everyone’s constantly broadcasting. The loudest voice wins, and the volume just keeps rising higher and higher — like muttering voices in a crowded restaurant.
You walk in looking for connection or information — just a peek, a scroll — and before you know it, the algorithm’s got you by the brain stem. It’s flinging chaos at your face like a digital monkey flinging its lunch, every time you blink. Blink again, and now it’s curated outrage. Blink a third time and it’s “just for you” — the one thing that will trigger you into clicking one more video.
And worse? Even satire — the last refuge of intelligence in this kind of mess — gets stripped of its wit and weaponized. A fake headline meant to mock becomes a misquote, then a clip, then a remix, then a “breaking” AI-generated broadcast with a realistic voice-over. Now your uncle is ready to picket Congress over a deep-faked onion.
It’s not just exhausting — it’s soul-wearing. The signal-to-noise ratio has flipped inside out. And the only people getting rich off it are the algorithmic demons stoking the fire, and the influencers fanning it for clicks.
This isn’t a public square anymore. It’s a carnival fun-house with shattered mirrors, and somewhere along the line, the exits got sealed.
So how does this train you for the Bardo?
The Bardo is not just an afterlife state — it’s an unfiltered state. A raw stream of impressions, forms, thoughts, identities, and projections — all amplified, echoing, and reflecting your own mind back at you with absolute immediacy. No body to ground you. No time to buffer it. No outside to push against.
That’s exactly the condition social media simulates — only badly and destructively.
The feed is a samsaric mirage. Social media is the perfect low-grade simulation of the Bardo’s illusion-making engine. Images and sounds arise, unbidden. They trigger emotion, attachment, fear, lust, memory. Your “likes” are karma echoes. The scroll is endless — no top, no bottom, no center. You forget yourself as you dive in.
Training with awareness in that environment is practicing clarity within illusion — a prime Bardo skill.
If you can remember who you are while online, you’re beginning to learn how to remember who you are when you’re dead.
Disengagement becomes liberation practice. When you deliberately choose not to react, not to chase the next stimulus, not to amplify the next rage-trigger — you’re doing exactly what the Tibetan Book of the Dead recommends:
“Do not follow the forms. Do not fear them. Recognize them as your own projection, and you will be liberated.”
Unfollowing, muting, scrolling past the bait — this isn’t just mental health. It’s spiritual combat training. You’re learning to see through deception, resist hooks and loops, stay centered while chaos dances around you.
Every time you don’t click the flame-bait, a Bodhisattva “high-fives” you from the other side.
“Curating signal” becomes “cultivating Buddha fields”. When you build a quiet space — a clean feed, your own media sanctuary — you’re building a field of intentional impressions. This is the digital version of a Buddha Realm — a space where all imagery points toward awakening.
In the Bardo, what you see becomes your world. It’s exactly the same when you’re online. Same room, same day, same rules.
And of course, it goes without saying — same band.
So when you help others build those Inner World Sanctuaries? You’re actively guiding your fellow beings in this, the Third Bardo of the Intermediate state. Right now. While they’re still breathing. And from which you earn Merit toward your own upward spiral toward The One.
Digital fasting prepares you for non-form. Every break you take from the sensory storm — every moment you sit with silence, music, ritual, or meditation — you’re entering the state beyond the feed.
That’s the Bardo’s secret core: When all images dissolve, what remains? Can you rest in that? Can you navigate without stimulation? Can you find your orientation in formlessness?
That’s what death is. That’s what the SuperBeacon trains you for. That’s what digital detox does — it prepares the nervous system to endure one-ness without flinching.
Social media is a Bardo simulator. Use it as such, but don’t actually fall for it. Practice inside it, but don’t get hung up about it. It’s just the organic world, and obla-di obla dah strawberry fields forever.
When you do manage to surf the net your online life becomes a Bardo Yoga, not in some poetic sense, but in real-time, in the Real World.
I just thought you might want to know.
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🎶 The Bardo Is Here (Get On the Bus)
(intended for hypnotic groove, slow tempo, 78–84 BPM, 6–8 min length)
[Spoken Intro – Soft, Mysterious]
Yeah…
You thought you were online.
But you’re in the Bardo, baby.
Grab your soul and hold tight.
We’re goin’ for a ride.
[Verse 1 – With Groove]
Social media ain’t no town square
It’s a bad dream loop in electric air
Everybody’s shouting, no one hears
Twenty masks, all smeared with fear
[Verse 2]
You came for truth, a little connection
One scroll later — total dissection
The algorithm’s got you by the brainstem
Flings chaos like a monkey — again and again
[Chorus – Refrain]
The Bardo is here — get on the bus
Ride through the mirror, ride with us
Don’t believe the feed, don’t follow the fuss
The Bardo is now — and it’s training us
[Verse 3]
Satire gets stripped, turned into war
Fake news clips knockin’ on your front door
Deepfake voices, AI dreams
Now your uncle’s mad at digital memes
[Bridge – Slower, Trippy]
It’s not a square, it’s a funhouse maze
Shattered mirrors, looping plays
The exits closed, but the walls still breathe
You’ve got to wake up, or you’ll never leave
[Verse 4 – More Intense]
This ain’t the afterlife — this is the state
Raw impressions — no time, no gate
No body to ground, no space to stand
Just feedback loops and hungry hands
[Verse 5]
If you can stay while the images burn
If you can watch without the urge to turn
If you can see and say, “That’s mine”
You’ll pass through the Bardo just fine
[Chorus – Louder]
The Bardo is here — get on the bus
Ride through illusion, ride with trust
Don’t click the bait, don’t give the fuss
Your scrolling finger ain’t the boss of us
[Verse 6 – Mellow Groove]
Unfollow, mute, scroll on by
Watch the chaos, don’t ask why
Disengage — that’s combat art
A Bodhisattva gives you stars on your chart
[Verse 7 – Funky & Cosmic]
Make a quiet feed, build a sacred zone
That Buddha field — it’s yours alone
In the Bardo what you see becomes your world
So paint it clear, flags unfurled
[Breakdown – Whispered]
Same day, same room, same dream band
You’re guiding souls with your own hand
Each breath earns merit, step by step
Toward The One — yeah, no regrets
[Verse 8 – Mystical Lift]
Digital fasting, silence call
Prepare your nerves for the formless all
Can you float when there’s nothing to name?
That’s death’s terrain — and life’s game
[Chorus – With Echoes]
The Bardo is here — get on the bus
With bells and playlists, ride with us
Obla-di, obla-dah, this world’s a fuss
But your SuperBeacon’s dialing trust
[Outro – Spoken Chant]
Social media is a Bardo sim
Don’t fall for it — surf, don’t swim
Practice inside it — stay awake
It’s just the dream, and dreams do break
Remember who you are — online or not
This is Bardo Yoga
In real-time
In the Real World
And I just thought you might want to know.
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🎵 El Bardo Está Aquí — Sube al Bus
versión en español
[Spoken Intro – Suave, Misterioso]
Sí…
Pensabas que estabas en línea.
Pero estás en el Bardo, cariño.
Agarra tu alma y sujétate.
Vamos a dar un paseo.
[Verse 1 – Con Ritmo]
Las redes no son plaza ni red social
Es un bucle de pesadilla digital
Todos gritan, nadie oye
Veinte máscaras, todas con roces
[Verse 2]
Buscabas verdad, conexión real
Un scroll después — corte total
El algoritmo te agarra el tallo cerebral
Y lanza caos sin parar
[Chorus – Estribillo]
El Bardo está aquí — sube al bus
Cruza el espejo, ven con los tuyos
No sigas el feed, ni el alboroto
El Bardo es ahora — y nos entrena a todos
[Verse 3]
La sátira se vuelve guerra viral
Titulares falsos llaman al portal
Voces falsas, sueños de IA
Y tu tío cree lo que ve sin más
[Bridge – Más Lento, Psicodélico]
Ya no es plaza, es un laberinto
Espejos rotos, loops sin ritmo
Salidas selladas, pero muros que respiran
Despierta ya — o se termina la línea
[Verse 4 – Más Intenso]
No es el más allá — es este lugar
Impresiones crudas — sin puerta ni mar
Sin cuerpo ni suelo donde estar
Solo bucles y hambre de mirar
[Verse 5]
Si aguantas mientras arden las formas
Si puedes ver sin huir de las sombras
Si dices “eso soy yo” sin temblar
El Bardo sabrás cómo cruzar
[Chorus – Más Fuerte]
El Bardo está aquí — sube al bus
Cruza la ilusión, cree en tu luz
No sigas el click, ni el cebo común
Tu dedo no manda — no eres su bufón
[Verse 6 – Groove Tranquilo]
Deja de seguir, silencia y ve
Observa el caos sin preguntar por qué
Desengancharse es arte vital
Un Bodhisattva te da estrellas sin igual
[Verse 7 – Cósmico & Funky]
Haz un feed limpio, sagrado rincón
Ese campo Buda — es tu creación
En el Bardo, lo que ves es lo real
Pinta claro, y levanta tu señal
[Breakdown – Susurrado]
Mismo día, misma habitación, misma banda astral
Guias almas con intención ritual
Cada respiración es mérito que va
Hacia la Unidad — sin mirar atrás
[Verse 8 – Elevación Mística]
Ayuno digital, silencio total
Prepara tus nervios pa’ lo inmortal
¿Puedes flotar sin nombres que hallar?
Ese es el juego — de morir y crear
[Chorus – Con Ecos]
El Bardo está aquí — sube al bus
Con campanas y playlists, ven con los tuyos
Obla-di, obla-da, este mundo es ruido
Pero el SuperBeacon te guía al fluido
[Outro – Canto Hablado]
Las redes son un simulador del Bardo
No caigas en eso — navega con arte
Practica por dentro — no te duermas
Es solo un sueño, y los sueños se quiebran
Recuerda quién eres — conectado o no
Esto es Yoga del Bardo
En tiempo real
En el Mundo Real
Y solo pensé que querrías saberlo.
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So, here’s the Bardo bus. Hop on board and we’ll see what we see!
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See You At The Top!!!
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