for the utterly clueless, parliament/funkadelic were/are a group of bands that came together in the 70s. thus was during the afro-power days when every american black was directly descended from nefrititi. the genius of george cllinton was in realizing that mythology is just a story, and, indeed, history is just state mythology. rather than digging thru african history, he flat out created his own mythology.
starchild, aka the maitreya buddha, is a divine alien being who came to earth from a spaceship (his arrival is "the Mothership Connection") to bring the holy Funk (with a capital "F": the cause of creation and source of energy and all life) to humanity. As it turns out , Starchild secretly worked for Dr. Funkenstein, the intergalactic master of outer space Funk, who is capable of fixing all of man’s ills, because the "bigger the headache, the bigger the pill" and he’s the "big pill". the funk is ecstatic dance. The disciples of starchild (“Maggotbrains” or “Funkateers”) consisted of anyone who sought a quasi- cohesive view of a universe which included a god who danced, and who knew that having a loose booty to shake was as crucial to the keeping of the faith as the rosary was for the Catholic.
what will america bring to buddhism? the FUNK. we will be first sect of buddhists who embrace ecstatic dance. it will spawn music, art, etc......and btw, monks don't take mdma because it would just be wasted, they live in that state.
the following is a bit i wrote:
the next buddha will have skin the color of dirt, six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot. oh, yeah, and a freakin’ righteous ‘fro. and sunglasses – ’cause you gotta wear your sunglasses, so you can feel cool.
after he encounters nirvana, he will be tested. the MAN, lord of addiction and greed, will rise up before him and offer him all the moneys of the world. the buddha will look up and say “they are but dirt and ashes to my eyes, ” and the money will burn and the gold will rust into dirt.
then the MAN will threaten with all the armies of the oppressors. guns will be aimed, missiles will be armed, bombs will lock on target. the MAN will push his button and the weapons of hell will fly. then the buddha will look upon them and smile, and they will turn to flower petals and tabs of LSD and rain down upon the peoples.
at last, the MAN, knowing he has lost, will challenge “you are alone, who will know your accomplishment?” and the buddha will look towards the camera and smile, “the world is my witness”.
i keep telling people this, and they just laugh – “wow, what an imagination”, as if i’m kidding.
yes, i'm off my nut.