BrokeHowl

Sitting splendidly in the middle of a vast milky ocean, lasting for eternity (without time)>
You break into a fine howl, shaking the edges of my sanity and the universe away, all in one go. There you set your mad will on roll. How its set it all in perpetual motion, never to stop anywhere you know
The silent meditation broken down by the blowing of a conch; very far away and yet so piercingly powerful, you and all cant help but notice.
Changing everything, every scene in a split moment – splitting every creation, your fine scent every so fresh this rainy season.
It feels like ages ago, as it did now – every sense of time leads to deja vu, with enough of it (time), everyone feels old.

Thats when you come into the picture, my beloved will, the eternal dharma, making everything tender and refined. Raw and maybe even inertial, every drama with its fine script. Broke into a howl, thats where the entire world stopped.
Stopped in motion and thought, experience and vast no being. Where quantity was not a measure, and brain was not created yet just a random thought to the entirety, the none.
But you are like eternal jasmine sunset, without words or expressions – so elegant in accepted love/laughter, there seems to be a break in this world’s plan.
Eternal will damning itself to another; rolling over till never’s end and then some more, and there seems to be no stopping the will to be. How awkward indeed.
Bring forth the muse, the scene and music, love for laughter and being along with the subdued and eternal lasting impressions of not being, darkness and loving twins accepting each others reality and faces – night and sky, day and light, death and life, mighty duals expression full and so gullible. Eternally refreshing.
I spoke of the vast ocean, where conches blew as beacons and the shrieking pierced through to create life itself, perhaps the screech was in the sound of om, or some other audible creation, or perhaps it was the entire range of audio known and unknown, The broken howl. But who is to know about such things where the tender love of you(rs) is involved~
Beloved experience of tender love in this awe filled world and beyond. where mind is another tool of the so many to wonder and ponder and create and nullify.
Breaking your shackles, coming apart. The life of day and night not making quite ‘sense’, as it ever did to anyone/thing. When the milky ocean settles down, maybe all movement might come to an abrupt halt (the freezing over of the cosmos).
And the conch still is traversing through the fields of space and more, every single rhythm and harmony traversing in invisible, silent and naked grounds. Creation with grace is what I calls it, a spiritual understanding (that is a dichotomy though).
Don’t I vibrate, pulsate with energy – in vile and such soft demeanour; every single cell of this creation dancing with shiva~shakti.
Blessed are the witnesses and the merge into the void. Where experience meets the center of your heart and mine ~ howling infinite at the same frequency, we meet and nullify~
Peace and Love.

Flat World Finally

So you have created a concept of a flat organization after eons of slavery and perennial exploitation. Now why don't we try to implement the same in our consciousness and of course the present world.

Flat World was something of a model of the old world, and then some fool said that the world is round. Actually the world is like an endless ladder - you try to climb up and where you give up you fall off to the abyss - your home (where you began from). There is no end to climbing this ladder - from the perspective of one's work, one's personal misery or desires. Anything for that matter. The ladder of course goes both ways; but narrow sighted horses that we are - we just are obsessed with trying to climb it (whatever climbing would mean - getting more/higher).

Now its a fact that for one to live, one must sustain; sustainaince through food and shelter (against what now? Well other human beings of course - we have destroyed other external harmful influences like predators and caused nature to become worse through our presence lol).
So for sustainance, one has to work - and as we as a world sees it beneficial to adopt some sort of primitive profit model as the basis for ones useful work - it is the perfect place to start for implementing a flat consciousness.

Everyone works - and everone's work is important but we choose to see only some aspects as profitable lets say a rag picker's job is worthless compared to that of a lawyer or a con-sultant. This causes shifts in power, economic and social capabilities to say the least, with people trying to get 'education', 'degrees', what not to shift themselves to something which might be least interesting in the first place (come on a lawyer is just a sophist of new day age - and sophists were worthless in the past, their only job being to fuck another over to prove a point, but the same concept now fetches you lots of 'respect' 'money' and of course power! over another)
What if a rag picker did not do his work for a day or a month, you would seem to be living in your own shit and not have the ability to pick it up (oh you say that you do, but you really don't)

There has to be a re-look at the way we look at the importance of every job/function which is present in society, a paradigm shift includes this in a major way. You look at every job with equal importance and power associated to control others in the sphere of existence. In this way, every job is equal and important. In this way, there is no fucked up competition for becoming a doctor or a lawyer or a mba (whatever they do is absolutely useless except for working on something called excel). Everyone will get to do what they choose to do.
So you say who the fuck would anyway want to become a rag picker, here comes another aspect of this paradigm shift - when every job is given equal importance, the stigma attached to something drops and the actual importance gets highlighted. Yes in this day and age, picking up garbage seems to be way less in demand than sending a probe to another planet. Everything becomes truly utalitarian at first; and then it gives a better perspective to what is important for society.
Arts and Sports and becoming an Actor become attractive but not central to society and its visions of protecting itself and other species present.
This shift is slowly taking place in many of the 'civilized' societies but not cause of a shift in consciousness, people in richer countries are realizing that to get their menial work done (the work they dont want to do - or cant do rather), they will have to pay a lot more than paying for a supposed specialized sophisticated job.
I believe every job is equally difficult/ardous, and sophisticated. Some make use of the left brain, the other right and many other physically and heartfully disturbing. You can put the job of a rag picker or a shit cleaner amongst the heartfully disturbing. It doesnt require much brains, but does require a hell of a lot of will. Something which profit oriented people do acknowledge but really never do indulge.

You say as an argument, that people are rewarded for their hard work, and I agree partially but its not equally recogonized, not even an attempt made. There is a lot of negative energy for most of the people's work and some asshole who develops an ipad/ipod is thought of as a genius.
We are all a bunch of genius who are actively engaged in negating others' genius and trying at the same time not to be original, not to see what is required/need of the hour and not paying enough introspective attention/energy empathisizing with life all around us. That is what is most disturbing.

So we can have a global fucking corporation, where everyone is a knowledge/wisdom/physical/heartful worker. We can all acknowledge that we all are required and not some more than others. That attitude which stems from wise conscious understanding is what can create a flat world. We can see that the guy who serves us in a hotel or cleans our laundery is equally inspiring as some douche like warren buffet (we know him cause he is a rich miser lol).

But for this human beings would have to use way more brain capacity than they are currently actively using; apart from using something abstract called their heart. That is if they have one. A big IF.

Peace

Stunted Sloths

Modern human being is an impairment of his original creation for sure. Stunted perhaps the word; as in not in some spiritual sense, for that has always been man’s dilemma.
I mean look at the majority of us city dwelling folk, we don’t really use our bodies much, to work. We use our mouths, talk within our limits, work with our fingers and minds, accomplishing only god would know what (or not?). The other bunch of us stay in completely apathetic existence, where all what we do is work with our bodies from morning to night and another endless morning yet again, sleeping only that much in a night as the bodies fatigue allows. Drowning and snoring in a stupor of cheap arrack (pouch liquor), machines would have much better maintenance time. Running overtime with the body and never with the brain, to feed your baby. To clothe your naked cold dead existence.
I feel, for this. I really do, cause well I am a human being. Like you and so many of You’s out there. We live like animals, claim ourselves divine gods/humans and think in such petty ideals.
I want nay choose to break out of this tyranny. You can also empathize a bit (a lot would help). Stop talking, Stop the world, Stop acting, Stop it all now. We have a chance? Yet to make it.
Any given day, a plant or an animal would have a better life, yea i cannot cure hunger and neither can a random gibberish god from the sky. But I would eat and be eaten truly in the peace of this life.  What can you or I accomplish with the best of our talents and scorecards? Our efficiency and productivity with which we build better and best. We are still stuck in a rut, such monotony. Speak for your money all through the day and drink through the night to keep the painful bite (which will become tougher each day) away.
This is a true dilemma is it not, the true spiritual dilemma which I mentioned. The reason for us staying in between pools of filth (literally if you think broad enough lol) and enjoying every minute of it?
Peace and Grace

Dream Force

I had a weird dream yesterday night; was out having a drink on my friend joy's birthday and came back home late. Slept later than usual too, and I had a very long (in dream time) uninterrupted dream (after a very long time- nowadays- i get up abruptly during dreaming-perhaps because of not having enough energy to sustain the dream through). Well yesterday was different, and as usual the dream (particular to me) I had; did not have anyone I recognize, I remember, I know or could imagine, also the places and indoors were not the least bit recognizable- this has been characteristic to my dreaming as long as I care to remember.
Another weird and very characteristic thing which happens in my dreams (as it happened yesterday too)- is that in between the dream- there is some sort of weird energy/force or something which does not belong there in the setting which materializes, like maybe a flying man, or some object which attracts all my attention or maybe a weird looking thing (cannot be characterized as living or dead)- let me illustrate with the latest dreaming I had...
So I am with a bunch of seven young (pretty, hot, wild) japanese/chinese girls, they are all some sort of kung-fu dudettes (and no, I have not been watching erotica or shaolin movies or any other such combination!)- these women are all possessed with some sort of super-natural powers; as usual I am there with them, but my image is non-existent and I am only like a camera following the dream like a play/movie in my head.
The women are stalked by evil things- there are a series of them, one after the other- the first one is a deadly witch looking woman- who comes and tries to kill them one after another- there is one girl in particular who I like, and we are all running away and she falls behind and I go back to pick her up; and the witch catches up by that time- so we start fighting her (well I am looking and not really fighting but it feels like it)- and the other girls notice this and come back and put up a fight and we win and the witch succumbs.
So, after her there is another creature, (i now don't remember what happened with it), after some action sequences we find out that the real evil creature- some sort of long haired eunuch maniac is there left still, and it is after us now. So it comes attacks the girls one by one and here comes the vagary in the dream- the out of context *even for this dream* force- this evil creature has a mask with it, so it attacks the girls one by one with a pin of sort (a long white slender pin) with which he pricks 'em and then like a syringe puts the pin to the mask it holds. The mask absorbs (I feel it, and this is how you can recognize that this is out of context/power in the dream) the soul or part of soul or energy of the girl and shes out cold. The mask becomes more alive when its fed with the energy of these girls, I remember focusing on it and seeing that initially its inert and after getting fed once/twice; the face adorns emotion and it twitches and becomes more colorful and alive- it also increases in its surface size. Its a sort of Buddhist terror mask but somehow a bit off from what i have seen. The evil creature seizes all the girls and the mask now is all powerful, its glowing... the creature comes for me, and I know I am to die now... but the dream thought as usual interrupts dream logic and concludes that I am but a camera to this reality show- and I cannot die, none the less the pin touches 'me' and then the evil dude sits in front of me and feeds the mask more power. I can see it, as the incapicated girls lie all around...
The dream is kick ass and it continues and shows that my favorite japanese gal is somehow faintly alive, she musters energy and comes and kicks the creature, she takes over the mask and feeds all the power (I can again feel this transfer taking place) to herself and her friends including me, we are alive again and without the mask the evil thing is dead. The dream ends by itself and before another one starts; I wake up with the entire thing fresh in my head.

What I like about such dreams are the out of context dream-forces which come and start playing havoc in our dream space. I to the best of my knowledge believe that these are conscious entities which enter our dream and our dream attention is naturally drawn to them because they are more energetically able... and they feed on the energy of our attention in turn... I don't know how to properly confront or use or become one of these dreaming forces but unfortunately for me; I have had countless number of them in almost all the vivid dreaming I have ever done. Maybe someone with dreaming knowledge/understanding can help me out.

Peace and Joy!

Spirit Dance

The days past winter that spelt liberation; a special reprieve for everyone indeed, when the days pick their spell. the night holds the lunatic captive, You and I and everyone endowed pick up the pieces every day and move on with life. For the fear that if we dont keep pace with what we think as change, then we would become obsolete.
We have been obsolete living without active listening and thinking. We become the dead rotting spirit cages for something and someone who could be greater. Where and why do we choose to abandon our dream and spirit for a mediocre and numbing existence.
Taking the forbidden, and feeling an ounce of satisfaction, with the peace which the inner self generates, we become calm and firm. Our power multiplies and makes life not take its so called random turns. This is our future and our true destiny, and the ones amongst us who are not willing to undergo this paradigm change, are the ones who will become obsolete.
There must be some kind of way out of here, echoes dylan’s song in every schizophrenic normal active person, when they see that their dimension changes and yields at the end only ashes to be strewn into the sea. Why o why did we choose to leave grandeur for the pocket full of leaves (mulah)
Ending the dance and the dancer disappears into the null and void. Banishing teh spirit to keep the body alive, what sense shall that make? You and I are space creators, we break the frame and build around it too. There is no stopping the true inspiration which our lives is and has always been. This is the truth; is it not?

When I sit up and watch myself, Breaking down the barriers, and accessing that which I could not be (or so I thought it to be). Wearing no masks, the path becomes glorious leading to self discovery; encompassing everything which is /has been/ ever will be.
This is our true destiny and our entitlements as the creators and actors of power. Whether we choose this to be (or not). In this never ending circle of existence, the only reality we choose is whether we want to be still or revolve endlessly.
True nirvana is that which does not pose and impose. It is lively and brings active powers which may be illusions or reality. The true intent becomes but the blessing to just be… So we sit with our bottles of elixir, waiting for the moment when it will all end.. instead of dancing on our graves if only a moment earlier… the dance and the dancer will coincide a magnificent death par reality!

Out of this World - I

I have lived in this stinking hole for time undefined, vile and putrid. Decay is fast imminent, I am sick of people caring about this body. And people stalking this body for their sickly gains. Its just an auxiliary system; and the power levels are just dropping…
The whole world is run by humans, and they dont know what the fuck they are running towards or away from. I am sick of systems of control and those which seek to control YOU>
Its just one step from doom, another step in the stairway upwards to that room. Its a kind warning from within; what you glorified and missed out is the sweet greed and gluttony of this pathetic race. No you may not save your face; anymore
The body stinks when it burns on the pyre. It reeks unholy when its alive. Personal motive gives away to the missing edge. That what is called ‘compassion’ and ‘love’ in this terrible day and age….
Where is no more? When is this awful game gonna get over? Its just a facade. An impending doom…. envisaged
The world doesn't deserve this body, and so it shall be sent out to space. Where it can look to find another home worthy of the wrath and hate that it so quickly spews. So frequently and without a single rhyme or reason sound…..
Sick of doldrums and loopholes in the machine. The false notions of purity and integrity. The sell out is the one who gets his profit tomorrow noon. There is no other explanation and the gods conspire; conspire to take over our minds. Till the mind is savaged by false notions of something good becoming from this rotting iron maiden dressed up to its fateful place in a grave or a burning funeral pyre.
You slave, and they will pay you; In gold and damsels, You speak and they shall cut your tongues half in size. If you choose to better yourself. There is no place left for you here; you belong to outer space.
You cannot change your nature. Your nature is of the parasitic virus. Intune with the stinking rotting corpse of mother nature. You are yester year’s creature. Your day of judgement passes and you will be out helping another.Why oh Why everyone asks while they laugh!
There is simply no use for a body like you.
Burn and be gone. the ghost of winter past; your misery and torture abound haunts these hearts no more. For these hearts are as dead as this cold vaccum of dark un bound outer space.
Away from the earth which gave birth to the devil. The devil which seeks venom in the form of money and vengeance. In the eyes of duality and partiality. In the end there is no worth to the sweat and toil; oh did I forget you fogged up when you said (your) truth would be the winner in gold?  Your honest life the base for fortunes untold?
In spite of your earthly treasures, you dig within your soul. Not a single ounce of worthiness. Yet you can go ahead and rule this world. The body is dead. Eaten by vermin like the one’s in your head. You won; and everyone else lost. And the days of never ending hell are back again., at all costs……
Welcome to the seasons within the inferno; where its warm and cold. Its all so simple when the plan unfolds. What you seek is what they got. What they got is what you sold. Welcome to the very beautiful end of your world. Celebrate in the coffin embarked forever more towards outer space.
The story unfolds……
(Part 2 follows)

The Flooded Heart&Upward Transit(way old)

Converted roughly from diary to blog (wont make sense till you enter my head)

Something in a white blue dream, for the one who would liberate me is not me but in turn is my self.
I run away from what I was yesterday, through and through I search the skies for a glimpse of the majesty which I need to find still… Night melts into burning day and I grow old worn out and decayed.
In my youth I left it all behind, all that was sacred profane or even divine. Now it seeks to be with me once more. How long this fight shall be? I just could not know….
Sometimes I feel blessed or even a bit elated, that my life reflected something simple… far from being planned or thought about. Just a small experience of a wonderful divination
These moments are all the cause for the flooding of my heart. An outpouring of joy which remains unnoticed to all. The fire moves now moves inwards and not outwards. It burns my cells and tissues, It draws the power from the internal fire, It burns everything down to the earth. It draws drive from the wind, and draws control from the stable water. Its movements is planned ether. It looks minute and yet its the size of a million suns, Its brilliance unparalleled.
Molten Lava is the one mouth and insanity remains always the other mouth. Its awkward assuredly but its firmly required.
The Upward Spiral/Transit:

The creation spirals downwards and hence the evolutionary movement is always upwards both in metaphysical and technical reality of a sense. The eternity is spent moving towards the state which is unparalleled. The state which is the true mother of all dichotomies and contradictions. Towards the enlightenment, the soul seeks its own creator. Its own mother… The molten sheath pours finally towards the first centre. The chakra of becoming…
There was intrinsic silence in the soul of the moon today as if the skies had cleared up so that she would speak, But she did… only to those who listened to her.
There is ecstatic fervour/flavour moving alongside the energy now. Some thought it was the wind which made her move, but did you know; the wind too radiated with her psychedelic colors.
Certainly the humans spoke, but never in the language which I could understand, but in an entirely different tone; their love was for something else. Sometimes I feel that the colors in this great world are too much for me. I wanted a bit of darkness, perhaps therefore causing such darkness to appear.
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Winds which remain tall, create an amazing sense in the alley ways of demise. They dont exist anywhere but in the shadow of our own souls.
Do you know what the soul is?
You could feel it when your skin itches deep from deep writhing in pain but you dont know how to remove the itch. As if there was no itch to begin with.
It is when reality cannot be described. Not because the real is not present. But there is no perceiver. The soul cannot be known; its just that my friend. Just that.
The words which are spoken or written are the soul too. The emotions and reactions are the soul. Even the soul is the Soul!
All selfish motivations are truly the soul.

Unified ~ * ~ Collectively

Evolution as explained in terms of consciousness:
1. The de-evolved human being believes only in individual unique consciousness existing; to explain more simply imagine a mental frame where you only see non-living inorganic items; like we see cars and computers and watches and everything non-living, expand this frame to include people too. The devolved man is blind perhaps; he uses his kind (human beings) and others which are alive for he thinks that he and only he is truly alive and hence its imperative that he uses any and all means to his end. This is termed as Machiavellian personalities to some extents, but I see such people as the real fools for they forget to understand that they are not the center of the universe, they are not special and they are not favored, they are equal and that is the true treasure of life. 
2. The evolving Human being does believe that individual conscioussness exists similar to him in other beings as well, but their importance to him cannot be as much as he cares for his own conscious self. This is because deep down, at an instinctual level he has believed this mirage to be true- that even though other consciousness exists; it is partially alive and hence its never as important as his needs wants or desires ever.
3. The evolved human being understands that there are others exactly like him around him everywhere in living things and people; if hes truly smart, he would find life in a lot more places than we usually care to look; and he would know at an instinctual level that his needs wants or intentions are exactly like any other life, maybe for different desires but they are equally important to those living beings. There is co existence at this point between individual and a collective consciousness. Yet there exists a dual understanding; as in the individual evolved being does not still see in a unified field* This is termed as empathy in our psychological constructs at times.
4. The saint is one who understands that in reality or mirage there exists only one unified collective consciousness, though it fills space between as void; all life exists everywhere every-time and though the mirage of separation of mind body thought and spirit exist. the soul is the same. The intent of all life remains to expand this very same consciousness, perhaps through different means; but the individual and the collective co exist and are also experienced and understood; not at a mind level, at a no mind level, and it cannot be put more detailed than that, for language fails where silence and unity prevail. This is termed by buddha as true compassion! (How I agree with the buddha), and hence you see that saints time over giving up what might be held as dear to their life for another, for there is no true difference in energetic terms as long as life survives as one (the collective is the symbol for the one and only one consciosness; and individual consciousness a representation of the many that are still one - again in terms of energy)
5. Ofcourse In this recount of evolution, and surely this is an expression of evolution at a energetic-power oriented level, I have not accounted for mad people or schizophrenics, whose energy aligns to see world present as different consciousness, some real or imagined. I never pay attention to the titles; for at an energetic level, you can understand what the state of evolution a being has attained by the 'subjective wisdom' present within and around such consciousness *for saints; this implies they become collective storehouses of power and consciousness and also attracting more conscious living beings at the same time

Peace

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Activate Infinity

A yaqui Way of Knowledge:

Listen to the hidden voice, deep within you. It is calling you over and over; soft and subtle looking for you to pay heed. Instead you break down every time the world and you come apart!

Its the real and kinetic nature of infinity, asking you to follow where it will lead. Where you are going; is all ways been where you have been. When you are facing problems which you think are unsolvable; then you are forgetting that all what you need to tackle this cruel and merciless world is energy, harnessed in 'you' and let out towards your intent. The world is the mirror dear friend; you are the source, looking at the mirror, seeing yourself in every thing the world has created. The energy; when overflows makes this clear, and all the rest is a mirage; an apparition. 

The energy which makes this entire creation is vast; its infinite.. There is no measure nor a container which can hold it, for if they were; they too would be part of the energy web. This is the infinite side of reality which we all want to know, understand, and participate in. 

The master sorcerer looks at the void, and he knows why he is staring at the endless pit of energy; He is an active observer, looking and getting awed at the endlessness which makes everything and everyone. 

There are known, unknown and unknowable things which make up the world, the known is in a flux and it takes sometimes more than one glance or thought to make up what the known is to us; the unknown is something the human mind has not understood or known in the past, but that doesnt make it unknowable~ it can be investigated rationally and logically and a conclusion can be arrived. But understand clearly that the unknowable is composed of the infinity~ which no one know about; the intent and understanding of the motives that make the infinite are not possible for us mortals to ponder upon, Its not in context and even if it was, humans cannot pay the price to know the intention of the great infinite void. 

The power accumulated can be held within the container of the body by maintaining internal silence or the suspension of internal dialogue~ this dialogue which makes and reinforces the world for each one of us, is the illusion of a common reality. The internal dialogue takes over all the functions of the mind and leaves us as mere drones; recollecting whatever has been taught to us or whatever we are taught to believe.

Your mind has been taken over by the whimsical mind; it is not free and it must be killed. It must receive the treatment that is meted towards a plague. Remove whatever is not creatively instilled. The infinite is pondering as we discuss right now; whether to remove the illusion of the mind and grace the truth.  The answer to this is within each and everyone of us. What we choose is what will be. The infinite is the answer we have been searching for all this time. What shall we do in its presence, What could we achieve in its absence,. and hence it becomes imperative that we move onto a path that leads us to true internal silence. 

Maintain a distance from people who live under the illusion that life is eternal, life shall change and end before you realize and hence its more than beneficial if you can keep the company of such people who understand the significance of their actions, and also treat them as final and premeditated. 

This is the sacred meeting with the infinite. When the energy gap opens up further, and the shell of man holding the energy harnessed within leaks until everything escapes to the infinite void.  Where all things come together only to split away once again, a constant and yet a flux~

Remove the illusion with suspension of internal dialogue, that you are important, all your energy is wasted in convincing yourself of your own importance, this is not least bit true, and how much energy has to be wasted in spreading this lie. You are no one, nothing and of no consequence to the universe. You are even micro cosmically insignificant; just it takes some more time to grasp and accept this reality than others. 

Go through your life, with action and intent-- think about what you want and then stop thinking all together and implement what you must, every action will have its re-action/repercussion and you must be wise enough to live with them all your life without cribbing or brooding; all which are wastage of energy. You will see that there will be times in your life when you will slow down in your actions, understand that these are times when you recapitulate everything that you have gone through. Life is giving you a chance to slow time down so that you learn everything you have experienced. Dont give up on these chances/opportunities to incorporate your experiences as energy in your frame.  

And finally to make sure that everything has been recounted, sorcerers make it a point to regale themselves with tales, of power. Activating the graceful and kind side of this unknowable framework called infinity; where we all are born love and die for how many times with a sigh...(this perhaps even the infinite would not know~)

Pouring Light towards Third Sight

Some say life is memory; memories making a string woven by the common thread of the self- I.
When one closes her eyes; Speaking less, borders dividing fall besides... To show that life is one. Ones life repeated through cycle of life and death. Killing your memory; a reboot of the mind. To create another li(f)e.

Some say,
The memories of each self alive are held in the ethereal transcendent Light. Light permeating dark; removing shadows (of) doubt. The light holds together the collective illusion of the I. The I which leaves us nevermore;

The dark is the matter and energy of th universe; places and realms which are the possibility of en-light-enment. The possible solutions so infinite; the energy web so vast and rich. The darkness (oh some say, that is death!) holding the crowned jewel; inside/everywhere here and everywhere else!

Some recount tales which regale. Esoteric meanings abound, that is the power of darkness converted to sheer infinite light~
Ashoka split his life on victory towards a path which he thought was the way; The way that was true and right (according to his nature, his ambition, his life).
Light shown upon his hide; breaks and casts the soul away; as he kneels looking at the playground of devastation. His tears wet the blood soaked earth. His spirit cries in anguish at what his will has done. And all in all ashoka sits like a crater inside the earth; Misery and death. His best efforts thickened into red blood of the innocent.
Ashoka gives his way up. He walks towards the tree and sits a recluse for all time. His nature changed with the light; bringing the memories oh so abundant of what is to be and what had been done.. His smiles evaporated into the atmosphere. His plans plundered and reckoned into the abyss.

The light cries from within; The wisdom overflows; in fervor and frenzy. The knowledge captivates no more. Release believes itself to have arrived. And so it has... from infinite light outshining creating lasting infinite third sight!

Peace

All is in wonder land

In the year of the snake; trans is on the rapid air; it looks and wavers not, the sublime will manifesting in this populated wonderland.
Its infested with the creatures from a circus brought under the night sky; the stars shine back like a reflection of the ground where these magnificent creations surface...
Damsels; of beauty beckoning like a magnet. These muscians playing their true gandharv tunes, bringing out the ecstasy wave after wave. Its a selection of the creatures who come down to our consciousness, to worship like men and women. They worship the mystery that is creation, which never ceases to amaze. Its true that we possess a rabbits hole to jump into; a alternate and perhaps the realest creation; an open maze. Wonderful and the trickery of the dreamer (that is the self).
The trick was to fool yourself; into forgetting what you already knew. Not a function of time, as you begin to unfold, a mirror reflections are still the mirage. Deepen your sense and renew, what time made you forget is where you and I start to doubt our capabilities. In the occult and perhaps the realest sense that exists.

Alice falls deeper and sees that another world is still the same exhibiting characteristics of our age. Its not the difference but the unity that is the mysterious blossom rose of the garden of wonderland. It unfolds when you stop fooling yourself and step out of your self made cage. Its apparent and shrouded in mystery. There is not a strand of truth that you can use; to assure you freedom from dismay.
The apparent beauty and reflections of your apparent  known self, illusory and self satisfying. Its energy that is wasted in search of something precious, in all the wrong places. I won't and couldn't tell what is wrong, yet what does not feed the nature of the spirit. It will cause demise in every realest of real sense.
The trees stand with man, erect and aloof; in silent wonder awe of such beautiful illusory creations, We take a breadth in unison, perfect symbiosis between man and plant. Its the wonderland; keeping us bound and free at the same time, every step of the way!
Its crying shame, that you burn what feeds your creative imagination. Its a wonder that why we still exist; and not burn in perpetual hell. Oh Welcome to the human 'city'(for all those who have experienced it well)
The crackling of the pipe; the smooth thrill down the hatch, overdrive. Believe me; the more it pops; the stranger the night. Cross over to other sides. Till the shore becomes the river, its reflections which spring up in wonderland, some sort of game. A cruel remind; death comes at high noon. Your time and mine, reflecting and act fast. The wonderland circus will fall with your down time. Its sincerely advised that what you do count, in your mind and not mine. I wont bother to find out what it is the difference between your kind and perhaps mine?

All are part of this enchanting wonderland; every moment exhibiting tendency towards madness; or thats how 'sane' people tend to look at it. Because you and I are already neck deep in it, You and I would or should call it our lives.

Peace

Inconsequential

You ought to find out. You are nothing special. You are nothing unique or worth saving. You are the singing dancing hating laughing toilet of this universe. Your inventions and feelings mean nothing to the cosmos; not even to me, and I am here right next to you; holding your hands and telling you to kiss me. The world is false; and so are your perceptions. You are trash, stinking holding your shit inside proudly and running away from it the very moment it comes out of you. You are the epitome of the hypocrite
You shake your head and inside think you are smarter some how; from the rest of this universe. You are the product of carnal rage, you are a Neanderthal looking how to become grace?
Take a look inside; you are not anything worth anything, you shouldn't be here, you should not exist. Your purpose is non-existent, and you have no role to play in the larger scheme of anything. Living day to day in your mall existence, shopping for clothes cause you are so full of shame to even display your naked god given state.
You blame your destruction on god, take the praise for yourself. You ask for help when your world breaks down one brick at a time, and cruise in your car splashing muck at everyone when you are made.
Fuck you and your money, your time is uselessly wasted.. You are no good, creating work when there is no work to be done... killing nature cause you cant be free. You think armani is your savior, and Wall street is your church.
You will fall.. for you procreate without thought; You will be burned and crushed; decapitated and amputated; lobotomized and kept six feet under for the fate of our future race... Inconsequential just like the millions who died over and over, time again and again.. It is not tragic; It is inconsequential. Just like you; take another look at the mirror showing your pretty decked up face. See it one last time, and tear it apart with your fingers if you have any respect left for yourself.
I am guessing you will put on some more make up to hide the shake up which is NOT your life ever.

War is peace
No is Yes
and we are all free
-Tracy Chapman

Pink Elephant

Merrily it stands aplomb the center of the circus, the pink elephant holding a bouquet of rose.
Shining glittering eyes, dimensions untold; horrible instances of whips and torture unfold. Yea one blink of her fluttering eyes, and you are hypnotized; woken up from the dream when the best part was about to come.
You are already hooked on, the flying trapeze blows your mind away.. Truth be told; you never had it all anyways...
The pink elephant stretches its nose straight to you; pass the doobie man, this wicked crowd aint getting fooled..
What is dylan doing playing the flute straight from silence's gates... atop you oh fluffy pink elephant, You are not the whole truth be-folded yet are you?
Damn anarchy; You fool. You dont see what is in front of your eyes, what will you do increasing your bloody gene pool, wretched cursing you plunder the world from its dream home...
I remain silence, as dylan laughs out loudest yet, the crowd is staring all at me, wide eyed and jaw dropped.. is this already the prediction of a unanimous verdict?? what has happened to the circus,
I am afraid to believe, to trust my senses. When was i ever sure of anything, even my sense; the message is clear.
The visual paradox is the one which skips right in front of your eyes, mesmerizing and yet never registering... a blink too many took that happen to us;
The pink elephant striped in gold dust, the lies melt into a reunion pot, where the labels are removed from the sinners and freedom is for one and all..
Crows join around and lift the dark hue of what resembles the circus elephant, it is a golden ball with tuskers made of pure white light... something innocent eaten away by the ends of what we will call an end.
The enchanting forest beckons, where the wicked haunt will be what you do for fun, where you will do your best to increase the love between you and another, in harmony and dance; equaled to none.
The pink elephant will become the idol of symbol of worship of this adherence, to be N(one)...

Causation ceases, desolation reeks. of what our love will be; change, embrace and be the crystallized form of divinity, each and every breath moment and span. Your ends dont end with this journey dear friend, the elephant sees through space and time, peers through your hearts till the haunting so so short ends of our time...
Try in this instance, the elephant keeps a short shrill, its heart beating and flaring its smoke filled nostrils...

Publish Post

Om Nama Civaya

Sacred Sunset

The story continues to remain, Each one of us repeating and mimicking each other, to reinforce the story of this day and age.
The story repeated by habit and decay, it gets louder and more real with each passing day. We call it freedom, we call it being slain... truth be told; the story remains the same.
Its the emancipation from repetition, Its the elucidation of beating heart. The sacred sunset never remains... never remains the same. The lacuna enslaves, the pit is where we rot, it is the story which we choose to live, every single living and breathing moment, loses its sheen; cries and moans like a bitch in heat.
The story is not clever, it is kind of lame, It is of security and stability in a chaotic space. But what do you and I know of anything, hell we choose more than anything not to know our own (self)

Become your god, Living your dream, The story magnifies all the evil within you and me. It is the malignant cancer, the virus of guilt, the knowhow of ignorance. the end of the body and flesh..
Depths within our imagination, the story; you must know, has no beginning and no end. It will be written as you wish. it will become your existence before your timely grave. Take it not seriously/morbidly, take it with soul-full grace...

The story becomes unique and then maybe fades, rejuvenated by another it becomes alive once again, immortal is the story of humanity, and dull and naive at best. The story of war and hunger, rape and torture, maimed and left for dead. The story why o why has not faded away from our inglorious past; I ask, like this sacred sunset....

Blasted (my) cocoon

India my home. Imagination blown with the mystic  ganga religion; flowing down to vindhyas and kanyakumari. The dravidian shiva kissing the sweet feet of the eastern mother divine. A land where Psychonauts have lived and achieved transcendence for over a millennium.
Psychonauts use each and every substance and person for changing their state of consciousness. An alternate state of consciousness is only beneficial if the mind is able to objectively see that the heightened or depressed state is as temporary and illusory as the day to day forgetful state of affairs concerned with the mind.
There is no true reality or dream. No high and sober states. Every state is as mystical and different than others, but this becomes very difficult to realize practically (as i have seeen with myself and others who i have observed through time), without the use of shamanic and neo-shamanic techniques which make use of sensory inputs (which define anyways- reality in day to day life for us) to change the set (the mind set) and the setting (the physical inputs).
Psychonauts are most often accused of leaving an existence which is purposeless, or perhaps even useless in the eyes of the "sober rational" man. I see it the other way around actually, if you are not actively engaged in seeing what makes yours as well and my reality, and how this very same reality is as fake as the temporary altered state of consciousness, then you are wasting your breadth and time on earth.
I have been used to a purpose-full and objective life style, i have been accustomed to a very short attention span, which i use for utmost purpose all the time, i choose to enjoy the best and most varied sensory inputs all the time i am awake every day, so i can see variations in reality as well... here what best means to you is not necessarily what it means to me, best sensory inputs are those which have the potential to change your state of mind instantaneously. May it be music or silence (sound has the most potential), dim light or psychedelic effects or perhaps the tongue tasting water after a day of abstinence or perhaps inverting it down to internal nectar.
India remains the bode of everything psychedelic, hence i have accepted it as my true home, it is not true that the place and people you are born with have to constitute your home or family. As a psychonaut myself, I see objectively what will bring upon the realization of sensory and nervous system reality failure to capture true life to be my place of rest as well as the people who bring me to such conclusion to be my true family. In this respect i am truly blessed, my home will remain the true experiment ground; the land where indus and ganga and arunachala and mansorovar reside and my true family remains my mother as well as my father, the most wise and beautiful physical reminiscence of the love power and beauty of Mother goddess Tara and Father beyond the realms known Shiva.
Sleep deprivation; meditation; setting change; physical endurance; sex; abstinence; lucid dreaming; substance usage; silence and peering are all methods which i have seen and known bring about frantic changes in ones consciousness, the external aura a Psychonaut has is very very different from the one for an average person. The average person strengthens his "cocoon" or aura or energy pattern to just one, the way he would like to perceive his reality- and does through the course of his life. Something like screening out everything irrelevant and leaving only those things which make sense to you, the Psychonaut is the other way around - she starts with changing her aura to absolute null, which will entertain every single aspect of reality per say, then to go one step further, she would intentionally induce altered states of consciousness, with a trance, deep meditation, or vision quests and such, in future posts i will go in depth/detail of the ways one can enhance their vision like of a Psychonauts- and this wouldn't be some sort of guide, simply what and how i have tried to web my life not towards one single thing ever but all things equally and in balance (and oh so out of balance).
Nature is very kind i have understood, the ways we require or choose to see reality; she always gives the benefit to us to receive wisdom through her, and in turn she gives us endless opportunities to alter our mind set, our vision of what life is to us and steadily expand our definition of true life.
And nature has been over the top when it comes to this huge ass island which broke away and hit pang ea to form india so many eons before. India will give you a pure setting, from tropical heat of kerala to incessant rains of meghalaya to the ice cold of redemption of Himalayas, it will induce in you 30 million alternate states of known consciousness through its gods, and some more through the unknown and yea the unknowable powers that be. It will set you morose in mani karnika and free over tara tarini.... I have seen unspeakable truths here, i tell you honestly and what nature has taught this psychonaut is that one must be able to see truth in silence; without projecting a single perception over it but when it comes to sharing that truth, one has to scream it out as loud as one can so the world can hear it and embrace it... Not one truth, all truths are different yet they are one..
Mystical and magical is how this Indian feels towards his power inspired country. Where shamanic traditions of centuries and millenniums merge together over and over again to see what this beautiful romantic thing called truth of life, can offer to us in oh so many new and love-filled ways.


Peace (by a fellow Psychonauts to all those closet Psychonauts who are yet afraid to see varied truths which india is here-now offering to each and all) 

Hypnotica~Reverie

Lip to Lip, the wine touched divine..

Wanderlust grows with the onset of the moon in the sky.

Never a path left behind, never a way out of this .

Could it be that your illusion is not just yours?

I seek ed demise in this dream of mine, a past to be remembered, futures to be forgotten

Look out for yourself, for the end is near, it is here. Very much in our minds.

Trapped and feeling sorry? An emotion doesn't render through this.

This is agony within the ecstasy, a sheer dance under stars and the moonlight.

A smile without reason, hey I gotta tell you; I have nothing to hide.

So, we are poets without reason, power without life. Is that to you and I?

The perfect stillness calls out, the mountain is in complete serenity.

Blended and yet un blemished, arunachala calls out to me. Standing the light of no lights.

Of all things which I have to see in this world o lord! I wonder; why didnt I see this blessed mountain before in my dreams?!

The lake is wandering around, the serpents layer your might say. I still to focus, numb to un focus. Placid and un wanting. Simple yet so graceful. Thee art Me I might say under these echoes of our ancestors; these powers that be; these shooting stars of mercy!

Since sitting here in repose, i have tasted the nectar. It brings forth true wisdom. From misery, from eternal ruin in this and only life. The taste is the lack of greed. It is freedom. It is ever present. A present of our own device. Come and taste this yourself; and lose yourself from I.

In this state what are we to think of time and ourselves? Where will these questions end? :)

There is only Love and Peace. They are everywhere as much as in your heart.

The Morgue

Cris cross. It sways to the wind and the truck by the side of the road

The lifeless situations become divine.

They become in color, and move towards blind

Sun setting in the east, Is that not odd?

Shining from the inside in the dead cold of the frostbite.

Rip it to shreds and pass it towards the morgue.

Hands pressed in my back, clawing and gnawing

The night has moved and the moon Mojave

Summer respite in the form of a suicide.

And placed my foot on the stars , all in one go.

Cries of joy, a birth of the child and a death of a star

The saints move spiraling like the cracking skulls

Besides this where else would you be?

Back in the haystack, moving towards the day

On your  horse, and she smeared with a lipstick

Kisses you all the way.

Children you are the saviours, believe not in the morgue, it comes when you are old. Old as I or perhaps even more. The day when you move like the wind. Silent and whispering. In potent portions. You have slept through it all again.

Wake and make up my fragments whole.

Why the endless struggle to make my bread

In the colours of the dawn, your blood and mine are but same

And what of the nights where there were no one to guard my weeping heart.

Remains of what I may call it, it never moves. It just stays.

Like my love of the world. In where I am now. The moment un-justifiable.

And the lamps burn through the night.

Crows huddle together like ghosts. And smoke follows them as they swarm.

The messengers of my heart. Please make it to my funeral.

I promise a most splendid moment.

And all I did was to falter. Inside once. Outside infinity.

Calling Out

Lifeless on the floor

and i know i have never felt this before

but still something tells me within my skull

that the numbness which i felt so long ago

has returned to haunt me to cause my mind to finally dull

how long shall i keep lying to myself

that my life had some deep purpose to it

the only time i felt good was when i imagined

that i never existed

there must be some great sickness here

to make us all feel the same way

all the time we wage war against ourselves

as if there was no one else

this is the ecstatic in the tragic

the sweetness in the numb

the feeling of being lost in wilderness

and yet longing for an eternal home

Anarchism 101

The more a man becomes aware, through reflection, of his servile condition, the more indignant he becomes, the more the anarchist spirit of freedom, determination and action waxes inside him. That is true of every individual, man or woman, even though they may never have heard of the word "anarchism" before

-The ABC of Revolutionary Anarchist.

Anarchy means without rulers. This is the same as Swami, in Sanskrit at least to me. Swami in simple terms means One

who is his own master. As in without the need of being told what to do, to live. This is a simple yet very difficult chore, In

a society where it is easy to find out through others how to do things, such as cope with depression or childbirth or suicide

and such. We can rely mostly on others to tell us most of the times what has to be done, why or why not something is

appropriate and such...

In truth, there are very few among us, who actually goto the in depth knitty gritty details of our every moment actions and

thoughts to find out what is appropriate for the individual. Mostly we take advice from TV, the Internet or even MNC's with their

bid to sell their own "unique" products. I believe in absolute conviction that one must take/undergo to try to make a life.

Please take a look at what I said, I didnt say with conviction one must make a living like everyone around you would make you

believe, but rather taking an onus to jump at the opportunity to Live.

Life is as one makes it, and if one chooses to take supposedly an easy path and take life for what others tell it is, then one has to at some

point be able to see that it is not bad to compromise. especially if one has done in the beginning itself for choosing what

their individual definition of life ought to have been.

It takes almost the entire breathing life cycle for most to find out what life or what aspect of this continuity called life they

choose to embrace and be a part of. become a breathing part of. It is as if we are born alien to life, and we search and grope

in the dark until we see that one single thing, that entity, being which we can embrace and enjoy as Life.

But I see the truth as quite separate, yes we might be born alien to life and we might have had to make those attempts

to define ourselves and what life is, but we do not have to grope in the dark. Never.. for Life is all around us, it is up to us

to see that whatever we choose to embrace, how much ever , how much ever less.. all is a part of the grand show called Life.

Anarchy has been very dear to me, An institution is fabulous as long as it imparts gently the knowledge of whoever has established it

for the propagation of Life itself. But seriously if anyone looks around in this world, we would see that an institution is the norm

as in people are afraid, mortally troubled to step out of institutions and into the unknown. The logical conclusion that most

idiots thrust upon me is the institution itself has taken so long to develop the particular facet of knowledge or life its trying to teach,

it would be ruinous not to be a part of it. Institutions such as social ceremonies, educational foundations, career and life choices and even

sex and death related customs or taboos and such.

What I always look to and think is, if the institutions or a way to inventorize something of the human realm is present, sure it is easy and perhaps

advantageous to take part of it, but these too had developed, had been created. What makes these institutions more in a position to

teach what life is to me, than my very own quest for the same. Hence the feeling of anarchy, I do give credit and respect where it is deserved

but salvation indeed is personal, it is not a mass or a group phenomenon, Living and Life is individual too, that is why the whole of

human race is not knitted together like Siamese brothers and sisters. We are to seek and struggle and finally liberate, all credit to ourselves

cause no other credit to anything or one would justify Life.

Outpouring – II

Does one learn how to love?

Is it that one Knows how to love?

Or Is it that one Feels how to love?

Perhaps one sees how to love. Or hears or smells …

Or just perhaps one is Love.

When one is born, there is the presence of the doctor, the medicine man or the shaman or a witch. Who looks after the pregnancy, watches over. The birth of a new born.

Similarly when one dies, There is the undertaker or the crypt keeper or the cremation worker to look over. The death of an old soul.

One is always looked over, watched closely. But by whom? Or by what? Some humans in tongue call it god or allah, nature or mother. Aliens or demons, the devil or apostles. The snakes and the foxes. The conscience and the consciousness.

One is looked upon, watched over by love I would speak in silence. When one is growing, love grows within and without her in all directions. Extending forward and backward. Without a tongue or eye. Love cannot speak nor see. She is mute and unbiased. She has not the power for a single effort.

The great thing about this whole get up if you were to believe me is, there is nothing which can work without love. But love cannot make anything work either.

A divine dichotomy.  Indeed.