Unmada (BiPolar Life)

Unmaada

Everything is bipolar, from the head to toes. Seam to fucking never ending seam, everything is chaotic and duplicate. One side of the coin and never the end complete.

Bipolar man, enters and leaves quietly without making a sound. Yet the thoughts in his head propound and never seem to die down, what a terrible Life; that it enters and never leaves – one moment oneself and another moment oneself yet completely apart!

The bipolar existence is stretching yourself and gentle naive I. There is miscommunication rampant with a bleak pace to life, all we ever do is get up endlessly run and seem to leave our conscience by the side. Yet we enter church and funerals with black dawned lies, that we are humble and look to god for the bigger demise. Such a profound contradiction with no explanation planned. There is no answer and the haunted question remain as they always have (Spears in a dualistic heart).

Once smitten and then left to be, there seems no end of miserable glee. Bipolar is I; and split thousand directions nay a million more before I breathes its last sigh. All it has ever put up was a frightful show; under a garb of normalcy, under the false streetlight glow. Now everything is as it is, dead and bleeding alive; two sides of life gain their way to two side of the night. You will reap what you sow, unless you are bipolar then you are no more.

Come dance under the strange moonlight, your oneself competing with the other for the grave tonight. But it shan’t end not by a long measure, what you have started your other will take far. What your other ends, is you looking at your sordid reflection tonight.

Unmaada everyone shouts and no one denies, there seems to be two or more under the single third eye. There is a lack of life and souls which drift onto the one body now coming alive, the mind transmitter so sad distraught broken and lamenting doesn’t know which soul controls its fate. Séance and much more conducted to know what has been going on, there seems to be so many ones in a single body. There seems to be no peace and space to be who you were intended to be.

The way we tackle madness, is by becoming the epicenter of this beautiful disease itself. Just let go and exist in a warp space devoid of the mind and its attribute and fundamental design. Unmaada is the condition which precedes liberation.

Become the flower of plague; wallow in the pain that you have made. There will be sadness and non designated grave. You will fill it with awe and wonder my mad friend. There is no two ways about it (The pun is fucking intended). There is no two way about it.

And once over a century when our alter bipolar minds will meet to see how we have been, we shall remain silent and not answer anything undue unless we were cured of this sweet wine insanity.

Peace and Quandary

Lightened Festival

Lightened Festival

There is something sinister to the light festival (Festival of Lights – Deepawali) being celebrated on a yearly basis in the Indian subcontinent. I cannot put my finger on it, but there is something diabolic to it.

The lights have played such a role in our civilization and now I am beginning to question why. A civilization which should give its precedence to water or even earth celebrates light with such gusto. Then it suddenly hit me – The light projects, ah indeed the projections which our gods have played with over time to control an entire species. The festival celebrating light!

What I understand is, in many ancient mythologies – gods came down in the form of light; the word enlightened too had its precedence in the same – To become a god – you would become en-lightened before. To become light is what the Alien gods from the sky taught us. That they were not real and hence could not die. They were projections – hallucinatory divinations by 3D projections from their safe havens (Saucers, Nearby planets – what not) from where they broadcast their 3D bodies to humans and commanded their respect, obedience, fear and existence itself.

The festival of light commemorates this simple truth, when the gods came down and showed humanity what and who they were. These light beings traveled through the universe with light as light and maybe manipulated worm holes to pass through and reach uncharted destinations. The same aliens also projected themselves time over in the form of light beings (projections and illusions) to connect with the priests and other high ranked humans who facilitated their movement and settlement on this planet.

I am assuming that there are beings which can also navigate in the pure black which is most of the universe. But the ones which have visited us in the past have been projections of light.
The Deepawali syndrome celebrates ethereal light. But once one has a good unbiased look at this – one can see our ancestors were smart enough to keep something’s as basic as day and night. Pun intended.

The grand gods of lore were but mere projections in our space-time. On our planet, wielding weapons and making Projector Rivers and seas part with their magic, Show us a bit of their silver and we dig for pure gold with them. This magic which then enslaved us to become eternally indebted to a future civilization or many civilizations. Simple causes and effects which have led to today – where we sit and pray with a diya. Which is the supposed source of wisdom, and removing darkness. Maybe we must ask – why darkness is really shunned, is it cause we cannot differentiate life in utter darkness, or is it that the light gives us false hope of gods who have once stepped on to this earth. Maybe still walking proud as mere astral projections looking for people to do their work on this planet like many others?

Peace and Joy

Part and Whole

Part and Whole

The concept of self-less-ness, has been around for a very long time since humanoids started their so called mental evolutionary processes. But it has been always very very difficult to understand much less empathize how humans can lose their concept of selves, and replace it with humble worship and service to all life except their own.

I recently had a small epiphany through a very well-known example, sometime probably used here and there also; but this time it made sense a lot more effectively. I was researching the dreaded Ebola virus of Zaire which has now mutated and taken a deadly strain to another level and how this may prove to be the next possible death of mankind (propelled of course by our gods). So when I looked at the human body, containing all different types of cells from different organ and functions. It made all sense.

All cells believe that their sustenance is the key and that they are the most important key to themselves *they do not know that they are part of the whole*, this does not go to say that they go ahead with pure selfish thought also. They work as if their sustenance is important and that is right, but at the same time give faith, or perhaps do not actively go out of their way to harm the entire system. When they work like this, no matter what they may be – a leg bone cell or a brain cell, they contribute to the whole. If it came to me, as a person who has over a trillion cells in the body. I could say that their entire sustenance is the key to my one person’s survival.

This is the same concept which is used again and again in nature, of which we are singular micro cellular (or micro evolutionary counterparts), we are not the centre of this universe of action; but that being said – we contribute to the one and whole. If the one has to experience greatness and power and wisdom and love and it through illusory experience then it must have all the singular counterparts also well and not cannibalizing themselves right?

Makes sense.

Put in another way, there is no need for rampant viral action like that of ebola virus (which can be attributed as our copy or our demise; whichever comes first as compromise). In fact one has to just sustain, contemplate and be. This when done with the greater glory and meditation given to the self (the bigger/grander/wiser self in micro and macro cosmic space-time). The self has no reason to not glow with this power. Individual self now harmonizing and synergizing their individual nuclear reactor powers towards one. This is also what many self-will theorists say in the longer run – but to keep such a perspective that the over mind (as Nietzsche has put it time again) is a sum total of its parts and when the parts are all firing up in different directions – the over mind is but theory, it is but in ancient texts and ruins of lore. There is no real realization happening here now. But when the individuations keep praising and praying to their selves and their grander selves, something extraordinary (already happening) now happens. The over mind is now an astute reality. There is realization which is the function of creation sustenance and destruction happening here now.

The purpose of birth love and death and re-birth is now fulfilled.

The individual cells of the body as long as they do not believe as the be all end all of creation are perfectly synced and fine in functioning of things to be. This is what the epiphany spoke; and as I meditate with mantra and emotion and action and meditation – the grander self becomes apparent – self-willed and driven to action or to just be. The purpose of part and whole now seem to me as an endless spiral (of nature’s particularly intricate fetish design); the spiral going forever bigger and smaller, in quanta of consciousness yet remaining constant with all other variables that anyone can imagine!

The only cause of worry can remain when we state that the sum whole is us, and without the realization that we always are never the whole. We are the whole yet of so many parts that we can be whole. And much more than that if we so desire. This is the desire / not kama but intention or will which can provide this impetus. The impetus can never weaken by the way. Peace

Peace and Love