tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53214992623515315892024-02-19T04:24:45.357-08:00Still~RisingNever ending quest to destroy I.Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.comBlogger551125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-45941609422894800722019-02-18T01:45:00.001-08:002019-02-18T01:45:44.897-08:00Ode to Humanity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am not a big fan of human kind, the version of life that in today’s day seems to be only focused upon itself. The day’s pass and humans do not even appreciate them being pinnacles of the force of all life on this planet. The sheer lack of awe in the accomplishment in subjugating the whole planet and killing themselves in the process is an act of brazen stupidity (is it not?)</div>
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I am indebted to this planet and its primate owners, for they have taught me that they will wish to kill everything so that they can feel something. That living in absolute pristine sacredness is not enough for them, for they need to create the profane to feel something for themselves (if only it is pity or apathy!)</div>
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There is dissonance of epic proportions in this race, they feel so lonely and they are unable to share a laugh or polite talk, they want business – to be able to get one up on each other so they would be the tallest monkey standing. When the end of days come, they all will kneel down just the same.</div>
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Should this not have taught this beautiful and introspective genetic complexity to become adapted to what helps itself? Apparently not, its easier to become ignorant and enforce it on every life form till it slowly fades away.</div>
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Of course I am a fan of technology, that is how my words will forever remain frozen on something which does not have feelings (A server in this case). A network of servers not exactly serving each other is humanities proudest creation indeed.</div>
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Be you a fan of the free democracy and such, I too enjoy the peace guns bring and that is the world of mutual deterrent. What a wonderful time to change things around we all silently pray?</div>
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I am not poking at something which is the pinnacle of humanity in whatever way you can imagine, whether it be awesome power to control his environment and using it for his luxury and creative inertia. But it is also a dwindling form, where the base or core of human values slip and are equal to nil. Lines blur and form changes form, but till we keep essence to its purity; there is no escaping bleak reality.</div>
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I am an optimist by heart, thinking that the beauty which children will learn while being amidst nature and learning the best of both human invention and natural selection. Freedom being what it is for each such form and co existence is a thing of the past. But I may not be right, and see what the human world has to offer - technological prisons and further plight. Where we may know a thousand selves of another all of them false and lies, and never really love another because of the distractions taking over and how!</div>
Humanity has made it to the big league as the smallest player ever born. Not a morsel of grey matter or heart left and this is the final straw. Prove ourselves as masters of ourselves is the real test to the universe at large (which is focusing upon this reclusive planet and its idiotic crowd) - how we prove our mettle is left to our grandest version of ourselves of course.<br />
Peace and Joy!<br />
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-17071167900633838512019-02-18T01:43:00.001-08:002019-02-18T01:43:14.491-08:00Circular Stillness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The atoms inside our bodies, they contain a central core and a peripheral node which endlessly revolves around in spiral 3 dimensional geometry.</div>
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It is almost like the minuscule parts which make the whole are engaging in a kind of still dance. Where the core is always soaking in what the outer realms are dancing endlessly for. Almost reminds me of a moth which is headed of a flame - the passion and love between them which is eternal and perennial.</div>
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The realization that we are all made of elements which are perpetually half in motion and rest half at rest also flows back to the kind of experience we all are having; restless mindless and mindful rested ecstasy. A combination of forgetful endless rotation around the things which hold our fancy and the remembrance which brings a core / center to us from where we see things with a 360 degree view.</div>
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When our own selves are made of this, what else can be said. There is beauty in both the particle rotating and the particle which is witnessing, and yes both of them make up the whole. When we start thinking we are one part, the other becomes neglected and the whole suffers.</div>
In this circular revolution remains the key to liberation. It is almost as if all of existence is reverberating with the still and causal forces at play.<br />
Of course let us not forget the beautiful core of our being exists both as matter and wave at the same time as well. Energy and physicality enduring side by side as still and motion and we are the entire existence within each cell of one endless being with and without form!<br />
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Om NamaCivaya ~!~</div>
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Peace and Joy</div>
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-44491100217998221932019-02-18T01:42:00.002-08:002019-02-18T01:42:55.531-08:00Shamanistic Saviors <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A lonesome forest to the prying eyes holds the dearest secrets of the inner worlds. Not everyone knows what is going on other than those who still their attention accordingly.</div>
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The lone hilltop holding secrets from bygone times, where ancient men walked and helped those in need without any ask in return. The secret nature of divination which had its roots in pure experience of the super consciousness abound.</div>
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Lo! Behold a broken down entrance to a cave nearby the waterfall flooding it with pure transparent water. The cave is darker as you step inside and eyes take a while to get acclimatized. The floor is uneven and wet and so is the roof (filled with ancient stalagmites). The entrance into the inner world (literally and metaphorically)</div>
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The shaman howls a gentle weep and sends echoes down the cave structure, the howls spread through and echo back from and into the void. (There is no one to hear and no one to speak in the depths of this darkness)</div>
There is discreet song and melancholy in dance, a long moment of silent admiration of everything around. The rain pitter patters on the tree tops and then slides from the leaves onto our faces. As we set the direction inwards towards the underworld within and without.<br />
What bewitching sorcery is this, the cave expands as we descend further into darkness. There are ways which it mends, ebbs and flows and sometimes we must retrace our steps to make headway deeper underground. Here there is solid ground (beneath our feet and supporting our minds) but there must be stronger resolve to break on through to the other side.<br />
The mirror which is the water pool in this deep dark muddy and clearing at the same time. The world's are at opposite ends, can you see with your strong eye? The Shaman speaks this in my mind with the utmost irreverence.<br />
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Peace & Joy!<br />
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-72455975899893053682019-01-28T01:55:00.002-08:002019-01-28T01:55:11.793-08:00Indigenous Ingenious <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is no sustainability in profit against nature; there is no sense in warring against what gives you life.</div>
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You may sell it to others in the name of ignorance and make them believe your lies. When you and your empire fail and crumble; you will sorely realize (the ingenuity of the indigenous mind!)</div>
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Everything we are, are from this earth provided in full. All we need to do is appreciate and a bit more well, oh why we wander pillar to post for some hidden elixir I wonder out every moment. What is it that our soul has missed on, that we need to kill our neighbor?</div>
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You quote bullshit like might is right, but I see you bit by a bug of insanity. You feel so proud pouting your shit, all you need is a hug and that there are ways to amend your wasteful ways.</div>
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In the name of those who are maim and cant speak your lies, we the sons and daughters of this earth will rise. We will come to the fore and not be afraid to pull you down.</div>
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What is the way out from the web of corrupt-o-cracy that we are a part of, that we define our life against? Is there a better way or is it hope against hope. Can we ever restore nature to her glory learning from her subtle ways, or are we doomed to live in a nuclear desert waste land for the rest of our days?</div>
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Your child and mine are at stake, all of life and its glory too if we make a mistake. There is no scope for hysterics or error this time around. We have let human horrors take on unprecedented row.</div>
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Pull the reigns, and learn from our mistakes. The indigenous tribes that have warned us all the way, learn at least how they could sustain themselves all of millennia without any advanced technological aid. How the mother earth has given them their heart’s desire and kept them from harm’s way.</div>
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Brick and mortar for another day, plants and trees to sustain us against climate change. Otherwise your money will not buy you clean air or water. Your corporate pride will turn to personal shame.</div>
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Be wise and spread the seeds of life and not hate, love unto another and love yourself just the same. All your mistakes can be swiped clean if you go back to roots and love the earth without staking a claim (on her in any which way)</div>
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Your excel sheets will not forecast your demise, your heart will jump out and walk away towards sunrise. You can choose not to believe in my words. But your conscience will surely destroy your false facades in the silence of your own head.</div>
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Still time to undo what you have done. Still time to learn from your ancestors and their unique ways (to sustain). Give up your fool hardiness and incessant need to create artificial hells, live on earth in peace – it is the closest to paradise you will ever experience.</div>
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Peace and Joy</div>
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-31558593885614572432019-01-28T01:54:00.001-08:002019-01-28T01:54:33.898-08:00Dancing in the Darkness (Part I)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A lonesome forest to the prying eyes holds the dearest secrets of the inner worlds. Not everyone knows what is going on other than those who still their attention accordingly.</div>
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The lone hilltop holding secrets from bygone times, where ancient men walked and helped those in need without any ask in return. The secret nature of divination which had its roots in pure experience of the super consciousness abound. </div>
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Lo! Behold a broken down entrance to a cave nearby the waterfall flooding it with pure transparent water. The cave is darker as you step inside and eyes take a while to get acclimatized. The floor is uneven and wet and so is the roof (filled with ancient stalagmites). The entrance into the inner world (literally and metaphorically) </div>
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The shaman howls a gentle weep and sends echoes down the cave structure, the howls spread through and echo back from and into the void. (There is no one to hear and no one to speak in the depths of this darkness) </div>
There is discreet song and melancholy in dance, a long moment of silent admiration of everything around. The rain pitter patters on the tree tops and then slides from the leaves onto our faces. As we set the direction inwards towards the underworld within and without.<br />
What bewitching sorcery is this, the cave expands as we descend further into darkness. There are ways which it mends, ebbs and flows and sometimes we must retrace our steps to make headway deeper underground. Here there is solid ground (beneath our feet and supporting our minds) but there must be stronger resolve to break on through to the other side.<br />
The mirror which is the water pool in this deep dark muddy and clearing at the same time. The world's are at opposite ends, can you see with your strong eye? The Shaman speaks this in my mind with the utmost irreverence. His impeccability is seeping through my soul. I am retiring to the inertia of my former life and lord behold, he is in those images too.<br />
Veiling his face with a warrior mask, jumping like a violent creature of the dark; shouting sharp sounds into the cave's interior. He is whispering the na'hual into my heart.<br />
Somehow all the pain and suffering I have kept inside; evaporates and the intense fear that I have of losing my love has been swept away. There is no one who will take away anything or add on to anything I hold dear; The Shaman has come to save me from dismay.<br />
I dip inside the water pool and swim to the depths, there is an underground offering where everything which I hold dear (Clothes, jewelry, skin and bones) are all made to drift away and lose their selves in this deep dark pool.<br />
I come on to the other side of this drowning cave... and it is a world beyond compare...<br />
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Peace & Joy!<br />
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-8024742551712112822019-01-21T20:12:00.000-08:002019-01-21T20:12:36.368-08:00Natural Remedy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is a natural source of all this pain, there is indeed natural remedy for this. Why do we play these endless pointless games?</div>
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Why are we seeing so much disdain, enter suffering forever to remain.</div>
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I am tired, slouched on one corner of my world. On the other remains joyful never endings of childhood and youth. We could all be in such a better place if we ended our hypocrisy.</div>
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There is love round the corner, which will soothe your broken soul. There are rain drops pit pattering on your head asking you to go slow. The world has the solutions to all your pain. You just need to open and let it all go..</div>
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Sitting on the clouds where the waterfalls drain from the ground and fall into the bowl of the beautiful blue sky; looking into heavens and falling short. One day you are here and then eternity swallows you whole. Natural remedy for this ancient sore (of existence and its fatalities)</div>
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We all need to be cured, from insanity and knowledge and the ways we have been following; destroying what we see, creating out of greed. Dying always in ignorance and plight. Never living to inspire and love. What is the point of existence such as this?</div>
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Come together and be without any sorrow; take time to drink from the fountain of eternity where death and birth are both whirling around like in a cesspool. Drink deep and see it cure you of your illness (which haunts you lifetimes and bodies to go)</div>
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Cure yourself of malice and be more wholesome than who you are!</div>
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Peace and Joy</div>
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-59947910001673960842018-12-06T00:18:00.000-08:002018-12-06T00:18:13.917-08:00Incredible Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lasya goddess is growing up fast. She is 20 months and is now well integrated into how the world around her works..<br />
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She is keen on observing everything around her, nothing misses her sight and sound. She knows what people around her in the house and outside are doing; what everything is needed or used for and how to use them.<br />
Last couple of days she has started picking up the phone (Landline and mobile) and started speaking some words she knows into them. This is wondrous to say the least!<br />
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She now has an active vocabulary to communicate and her sign language has come down. She knows words for Ball, everyone in the family, the train (Choo choo), her nanny (Akka), the Car (Caoo), Food (Mum Mum) and makes noises when seeing various animals. She also uses her hand signals fairly well...<br />
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She has gotten used to a familiar routine, getting up by 8Am with her mumma by her side, she needs to go out and get some Sun instantly, she will go to the train tracks where she will see some activity and see the trains moving around; followed by going to the colony temple where she may put water on the shiv ling and then go to the Hanuman temple and finally get some sugary treats from the pundit sitting there.<br />
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She will come back to home and have some water and then her breakfast watching TV with her mom or Akka. She now is up and ready to play.. if the weather is up to it then she may go out again with her grand mom and play with her ball or sit on her cycle to roam the colony; or if she is cranky she will sit indoors and play around with her toys till 11-12 PM when she will get sleepy and have an early afternoon nap. She may sleep for a couple of hours (as its winters it makes sense) and then get up and have her afternoon mum-mum and then off to play it is again!<br />
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She will spend some time crying (which she does a lot now) when she is put to the tub to have a bath.. which baby likes having a bath in cold weather. Then after that she will be ready set go to go out again, and by evening time everyone of us is back and then she has the house to play around with any of her quirky house members till night, night dinners are a little difficult cause ideally none of us also should be having heavy meals and any child will know their biological rhythms better than adults. She may eat heavily or have a light fruit, roti snack and then she will retire to her grannies bedroom where she will pay with her grandpa and grannie and see planes flying in the night sky!<br />
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I so wish to be part of her every moment's journey, but I get too involved and then want to play with her, she is fiercely independent and knows what she wants and doesn't want (her favorite word like many kid's her age is NO!)<br />
Everyday for her is almost the same (as it is for all adults) but unlike us old folks, every day for her is unique, fun and lives up to its expectations - the joy of living in the moment!<br />
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She has this unique ability to intuitively understand whatever is happening around her (she listens passively to everyone's conversations) and is able to understand whatever is being said and intoned. This is incredible - not too many adults have these kind of abilities as well.<br />
Active listening coupled with compassion (Many occasions she will give her food what she is eating to others or come and check up on her Bati whether she is feeling ok or not; she will get the medicine cabinet to her cause she has noticed Bati has to eat meds at the end of the day) are some of the attributes which stand out even at this delicate age. She gets super angry if something doesn't go as per her plan, she will resort to crying hitting throwing things (not expensive or important things - she knows these thankfully even as she is angry)<br />
Her expressions have become deeper and more detailed, she gets up and puts on music and dances and makes others dance holding hands. She has started unraveling her layers of joy and spreading her core being. It is indeed abundance and love coming forward to envelop everything in its sight. It is graceful dance of the divine child Goddess Kamakshi!<br />
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Sometimes she looks at me and I stare back and stop the urge of trying to make a face (which I do quite often thinking its funny but I guess she doesnt think so) and then she will start smiling (not laughing out loud) with a genuine smile and it may just last a minute period of time but the way she does that, gives me all the confidence that she knows me well. That she sees through me every day and night. That the Grace of Guru is here in her beautiful innocent big almond eyes.<br />
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Peace and Joy!<br />
Om Namaha Shivaya</div>
Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-36402011754382144972018-10-02T01:04:00.002-07:002018-10-02T01:04:17.956-07:00Acts of Worship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-78520587984386834712018-09-17T00:23:00.001-07:002018-09-17T00:23:52.524-07:00Invitation to Acceptance <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I invite the miraculous extent of all unbound creation to enter the within and without. To enter thought and soul and make itself shine.<br />
I invite myself to be immersed in pure shining thought of love and laughter. Of wisdom and suffering seeking an end to itself through liberation.<br />
I invite an end to hypocrisy which plagues my thoughts and my inner and outer space. An end to all lower mind existence. All darkness for the sake of darkness to evaporate.<br />
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I accept that life is a wave. Never still and always showing and seeking visions hither and thither whilst the heart (which is my home) remains still beating only for my beloved love Kamakshi Lasya. I accept that I have done wrong unto myself and have learnt what I can and may and moved to better myself and the ones who I have come to know in this lifetime. I hope I can do the best to better their existence too.<br />
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I see that life is not a struggle or a test as much as a choice which propagates further through the will. As the will marches on, one is forced to reconcile the polarities (which cause us so much grief) and this is where the invitation to accept all that is comes so handy.<br />
Sickness, illness and death are but the causal attributes to health, life and wellness. If the first one is experienced then the latter will surely follow..<br />
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There is no doubt. Accept all that comes your way; make the difficult moments your penance and make it flow.<br />
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There is no greater yoga than the person who sees his immutable self in all inner and outer landscapes. Where he is ready to accept that there is nothing <b>he is or isn't</b> and hence his existence is an invitation to accept entirety!<br />
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-24644043947101273042018-09-01T23:04:00.004-07:002018-09-01T23:08:37.494-07:00The Howling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-11291909197811169262018-06-26T01:28:00.000-07:002018-06-26T01:28:21.692-07:00East-World <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I get fascinated when I see people of a different race. Their bodies, faces and customs all so different; molded by eons of weather, landscape and food choices. I am sure its not much different for anyone else who lives in multicultural environments, where we see so much diversity day in and out.<br />
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Changed beliefs, unique culture and language and of course physical and mental aberrations in one species of life form.<br />
Its fascinating, and it makes me think whether in the distant past; different life forms from came to different parts of the world and populated with generic robotic bodies. They were slightly modified perhaps to make it look closer to the original alien masters. Maybe the Caucasian vs the negroid vs the mongoloid were the original alien masters who came here.<br />
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I am not saying anything but just perhaps this was similar to West world series (which is now on air across the world) but with the twist, where Earth was a playground where the Alien Gods came forth and took on forms - maybe similar or dissimilar to their original forms.<br />
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When the vacation was over, they just gave up their AI biological forms (which we call death) - there is the rebooting and the white light and then we wake up away from the matrix. We remember who we are, where we are and whats the purpose.<br />
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Maybe west world are world's within world's, and each carefully and imaginatively placed in different planes (Physical, Astral, Causal, Knowledge, Will) and where there are these bio bots created where consciousness comes down (Down loaded) before it uploads itself back to Akash ("Cloud")<br />
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Though this has been explored by a lot of western scientists of the day, I feel the core difference remains that western folks still think memory is the root of consciousness, while for me its more like the after or side effects. Consciousness is awareness - it is the entire play, player and playing fields. It is the bio AI bot, the cloud and the process of upload - download and reboot!<br />
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For ages, eastern mystics have been talking what the west is now getting involved in with the limited left brained thought process, they still have a long way to understand what pages after pages of mystic writing and lives of sages has poured to the citizens of this world.<br />
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East world knows that gods vie to be born as humans, and the spiritual progress one can make while in human form is one of the best and fastest any self can have in any plane / level (Is it because the combination of forgetfulness with the possibility of realization of who you truly are is so attractive to emancipation that even Gods wish to undergo this spiritual game?)<br />
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Gods remember their greatness, and hence are trapped by it. Gods cannot change who they are, cannot destroy their ego with their third eye (with the exception of civa-shakti). They are trapped body mind and soul by their penance. They are no where closer to emancipation or away from suffering than the bots that we souls have inhabited.<br />
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With the combination of suffering and ego and forgetfulness and reboot happening ever so often, the platform is set for right path to take its course. Where nature allows consciousness to progress from the Mula to Akasha in due time with due constraints helping rather than hindering this form of realization.<br />
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Peace and Bliss<br />
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-79445340974710402692018-06-25T01:03:00.002-07:002018-06-25T01:03:49.170-07:00Hollow Gram<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The past 20 years have been revolutionary in the way we look and pay attention to the world. As we are all aware, attention is what its all about. The companies vie for it, we need it and hate to spend it trivially. Attention is a combination of time and intensity of our focus. It creates intention and sets course to what we are doing moment to moment and in the longer run in our short spanned lives.<br />
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All through till date, our attention was drawn on either the inner landscape of our psyche or the external maps of objects and sentient life forms. Something changed recently in this paradigm, there was creation of another world. A Virtual Hollow world - something which proposed itself to be more real than even real world yet remained virtual (and unfortunately remains without any imagination)<br />
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There are now apps on apps, programs and sites, games and interactive forums where we are drawn to more than the real world (Yes am aware of the blogging forums as well!) which consume our lives upside down. We are ready to forego real world attention to this more interactive, moment to moment excitement which this new world draws us into.<br />
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So basically our world has been shrunk (or expanded - depends on what you call your world). For me the real illusion of the external world has its own charm and its what I try to call the "real". This has shrunk horribly. We are now not investing in what is around us or what is inside us, but horribly excited as little children in spending time and attention on web forums. This is the making of our mind.<br />
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The mind is hollow, it takes everything real and makes it into an illusion. The external world is an illusion. Now the mind wraps itself further into itself and makes another world to keep it <b>consumed and confused</b>. The hologram has created its own mirror image - which means the mind which is hollow has created its own hologram to keep it engaged.<br />
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The <i>hollow gram</i> has taken over, now everyone is busy with doing nothing (and not with finding a way out). We are obsessed with finding our identity / changing it / deleting/ re framing it to whatever the mind desires. The virtual world where we find new connections, information, spend time to relax and avenues to waste time is making us get convoluted all the more. This is the center of our future ignorance and suffering. (Maybe our emancipation in the future will be to de-plug and live off the grid unlike the millennial old belief that emancipation was freedom from body and thoughts!)<br />
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We are on the verge of losing our minds (if we have not lost it already) and handing it over to suffering created from our own hands.<br />
We need to be cognizant that the virtual world we have created to share and come together, will in turn alienate ourselves from each other and ultimately lead us to the path of suffering alone.<br />
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Peace and Joy<br />
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-37504530949750051752018-05-17T22:54:00.002-07:002018-05-17T22:54:17.901-07:00Vajra<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12607327616296360540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321499262351531589.post-15349503671448684912018-05-10T08:36:00.002-07:002018-05-10T08:36:21.148-07:00The Earth Experience <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Why are we born unto this world? This is not a generic question; rather specific to why we are born here, on earth and not some other planet or system as some other life form.. </div>
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I read somewhere that we are projecting the vibrations which this planet has at this point in time (it was some book on alien consciousness talking about why it is like this on earth at this time but for the most part it made some form of weird logic - at least to me)</div>
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The logic being used was that the Earth doesn't lie anywhere close to the major systems in this galaxy, where advanced civilizations thrive and form alliances. Though many civilizations have come here in the past and spread their seed - in recent years this has reduced or even stopped completely as the kind of vibrations being given from this planet was primitive, cannibalistic or lower. </div>
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This is the reason so many of us here are born in perpetual loneliness, being alone and depressed has become a part of our grand existence on this planet.. I put this up here because I agree with such a thought process. We are a product of this planet, born from the elements here and sent back to it - why isnt it that we feel that this earth and its materials force us to mentally view this world / existence in such a manner?</div>
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Antagonized, in fear and always out to strike and kill - maybe this is what Earth as a planet has given us, this understanding of creation because the planet is away from any sentient consciousness ridden energy forms in material plane of existence. </div>
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The reason for us then to take birth on this plane of existence becomes simple to comprehend, its not to realize or to become successful in our spiritual quests lives after lives but to undergo the first baby steps of embracing life and this endless bountiful creation and existence. </div>
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I may be sounding hysterical or maybe not coherent to most. But what are we but the product of this earth. Then comes the question; why are we such? Violent, fearful, power hungry and perpetually dissatisfied.<br />
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Is it because our planet feels these emotions at some multiverse / dimensional level? Has the universe put it over here so that it can experience this isolation before it feels the reverberation of the entire self celebrating existence? Is this the life lesson what most of us have signed up for? (and the others solving or being with such life form and enduring them)<br />
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There must be something concrete in the way this earth has been structured, where life forms thrive on each other in some form of symbiosis but not completely (as it ends up in some form of parasitic behavior)<br />
Why has man, the ultimate mind of these lifeforms taken such a gruesome form where he does not least bit care for his fellow man or life around, and actively destroys everything in his way for some lustful hunger.<br />
The answers to most of these are not simple or profound - but they may be linked to the earth and water we are a part of. The air and ether which we behold is of this earthly experience and the answers to our salvation too (maybe from this planet) lies in closer examination on the state of our planet. Past present and eternally.<br />
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