Faster Stronger Bleaker Weaker

Something like the movie The acid House
You waned your days and nights, walking never there here and everywhere. You were to reach your destination so clear in your mind. Where did you leave it behind? Where did the rose which smelt so… go? I guess you left it all behind.
The rain pours faster stronger; as you walk on bleaker; ever longer.
On streets and desolate pavements. Without a soul in sight; with your noose hanging in front of your head, all night. all night.
Sure you hit the fast track to success; your money and gold inside that secret crest. You got the moves to show ‘em; the world. Faster and stronger you went ahead without a fucking care to share.
Your dazzling teeth and that bewitching smile (makes us vomit); your health so fine and your mind oh enveloped in dark shine; you thought yourself more sweeter than all the rest. You carried the devils pentagram around your filthy chest. Where your heart ought to have been; beating ever faster and stronger; only lay a carcass waiting to be buried; each day making it bleaker and weaker; how much longer?
You wacked the helpless; prayed for the pardon of your sin and got it out of your head. What a fucking joke you could have been; instead we could only reward your life with complete apathy.
You are the architect of your own demise. Blessed be; that we are not as you; that would be the worst crime. You don’t know who you are yet. But the day you find out *who you are* ; would be your day of judgement; unlike the rest.
Cause we all are going below the ground. Sleeping till eternity ends and wakes us from our slumber sound. You my friend are still at it faster and stronger, working to death for the riches found perhaps only in your head, while your life wanes thick and quick. It is seeking its reward; but all this, your charade, your facade, your hate is making us perpetually sick.
Why don’t you leave my friend? (this world, this existence and all of us indeed) Why are you so hell bent to reach the fucking end. There is no fame and fortune like you so explore. There is only your life ending one day at a time; a fucking chore.
So now I ask, why are you moving ever faster and stronger; cause it looks like whatever you are after is only making you weaker bleaker, causing your demise to be ever longer.. causing us to sicken and suffer.

The Spacious Coffin

Resting on posh surface; a spacious coffin occupies the room.

No one to lift it or even see; the coffin remains marooned.

The coffin looks unoccupied; but that's not the whole truth.

Such an exquisite day for it to exist. Morbidity seen fit.

Coffin opens up; and the body of ours lies stiff as a rock. Waiting for it to rot.

Eyes still looking; seeking the truth. Without inkling of knowledge to untie this eternal knot.

There is space inside for another. Recently forgot. Come and occupy.

No one is seeking the unsought.

What is the need for this dazzling cage (the shining spacious coffin);

when the body it so proudly holds as 'itself' is going to be set ablaze.

Why the need for such insight? When wisdom herself will come forward to enslave?

Leave the ochre robe; and the glimmer of hope. Walk into your coffin and shut it intently.

No difference a thousand sunsets seen shall make. For no one will come to dance at your funeral. No one for No one’s sake.

Everyone now marvels looking at the impressive passive coffin. Lying cold as if death was itself dying at the stake. They see the width and the wood, the depth and doom, lying to themselves and twitching abound.

Everyone looking will one day sit on the same seat.

The coffin will engulf the grateful and remorseful just the same.

No one will get to have a say; No one is ever worth their personal judgement day.

Why then shall we all undertake the farce of life. Somebody with a <...point..> must explain

Only to be caged again in a painted spacious grave?

~Peace~

The Alien Crown

There is much debate nowadays, on origins of human history and anthropological evidence discovered so far and what it all really points to. Well the debate is whether our past is molded by our species or whether there have been extra terrestrial entities also involved intimately to shape our present/future. 

For years, I do not need any more convincing. I believe that most encounters with divine entities in any culture’s past are influences of other worldly beings, some call them angels/demons, djinns and siddhas, bhuta and pishach etc. The gods which most of humanity prays to look like they have arrived on some space ship here, and are dressed in astronaut suits with perhaps jet packs and multi utility instruments in their mechanical hands (refer the thousand hands of the multitude of gods/goddesses we have- who carry weapons and other instruments)
Well I have been pondering long on this topic, there are innumerable examples in subcontinent texts to bluntly explain the role of the extra terrestrial gods in fields related to astrology, science, art, ethics, religion, spirituality and so much more.


The way I have come to see which of the pantheon of gods are actually extra-terrestrial is by the way of whether they actually adorn a crown on their head or not. Now here is the funny part, except for the ancient figure Shiva, all the other gods have been depicted wearing a crown to represent their grandeur.
What is it about the crown that is so alien ? Well its not the crown per say, its what's underneath the crown… In many other parts of the world, people have discovered the presence of human skulls/fossils with elongated heads, there is still rampant practice of elongating a living babies head in certain tribes of africa- as a token to their gods. You can search and see the impact of the expanded head across various religions and tribes in the world. Its truly profound. In India; there are no gods depicted with elongated craniums, but every god does possess and wear an extended Crown. Perhaps as a helmet or some sort of locking device for the safety/security of their brain.
The link below shows that artificial cranial deformation is as old as perhaps the evolution of the modern human- who has used this technique as perhaps a method to emulate the superiority of the ancient alien races which might have come to earth in the past. Across various religions such an act (performed on babies) is for lifelong change and is used as a caste/social status cue for the others to know.

The skull representation of an Egyptian princess
(You can refer to the wiki link : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artificial_cranial_deformation)
The reason according to me why the god Shiva is always depicted without a crown (well apart from the religious esoteric reasons), is because shiva has been a human being; someone like us who is used more often than not as iconography to depict divine consciousness transcendence. He is not a real alien/extra terrestrial who came from the heavens/skies above to show us something which we didn’t know. It is quite a revelation to me.
There is also more to Indian History than most know or care to admit, Indian history has been shaped by multiple time eras. Well India has been an Island and also part of the Asian continent. It has been close to the Sangam continent as well. There have been cultures evolving and living here through different time periods.
And yes, all of these cultures have encountered divine, transcendental heavenly beings time to time. From maha-avatars and therionthropes to hyper dimensional siddhas, naths, aghoris etc. These all are either extra or ultra terrestrial beings; mingling with the human race and propounding information and ways to live more seamlessly.
So I have understood parts of the ancient Dravidian/Tamil literature to the mohendajaro extinction and also the Indus valley gods. The supposed Aryan conquest and the mixing of the natives/tribal with the oncoming agrarians (that too was propounded by extra terrestrials at some point). The thing is, In India- its all accepted; if I was to go about and rant that Maha-Kali is an alien who came down as a last resort to the ‘experimental gene farm’ which we call the earth to fight over some other alien entity- well this won’t go down bad or misunderstood by any Indian, cause most Indians have gotten their own mechanisms by now to remove any disconcerting or conflicting knowledge about their theosophy or religion without being least affected by it. This gives the average Indian moron way more tolerance about the ambiguities of our own past, yet at the same time it gives us way more nonchalance regarding the beliefs we hold as our sacred past without questioning their true origins.

Peace

To Return To As Is

A Monologue on changing consciousness:
I think and speculate a lot on what a singular or plural consciousness means to me. I also regularly negate or refute what I think is correct or true or real on this matter. It keeps me on guard never to accept an explanation as final or ultimate.
For this whole abstract concept cannot ever be described explained or understood. The mirage which is the mind tries to gather knowledge. Knowledge is like garbage, well existence is garbage too. Knowing garbage or not knowing is not gonna do or be anything you see.
But I ‘instinctually’ ‘know’ or have ‘enlightened’ my being with the concept that when there is talk about a changing consciousness, (and consciousness is ever changing and beyond a dichotomy), this change of consciousness is only required to return ‘us’/living realizing consciousness of the universe to the state of what was. Or is.
Well what is this – what was/is, state? The intial state, nascent state (and every state is nascent/raw/perfect when this too is known/unknown-intial or nascent is not representative with time but with the endless cycle consciousness undergoes of knowing and unknowing itself in a maya framework) is what is true consciousness at peak looks like. The nascent state – where man was not using his ‘intelligence’ to dissect useless philosophies and burn the forests down to print paper- there was no seperation from the land and forest and earth. The intial state- where the child is in a state of emotional and intuitive peak through life and not just for a period till pre-puberty. The intial state- where there is no concept of personal self greater than a tribe/a group as indicated in our age. The intial state- where god is not somewhere. God is no one, and god is the all.
Well this intial state is the change in the consciousness desires. We fall from heaven, we bury our head underground and wait for emancipation. I am not talking/explaining zen here. This is the state of us; Now when I do talk zen- and I talk zen more often than not- The state we are in is perfect and its also the nascent state. The realization of such anomaly or a dichotomy is preposterous (well to the mind and the vehicle trying to hoard information or knowledge). What is the mind to believe? to trust? or do?
Believe me the change is going to take place, there is no other way. The way out is to direct it with the function of will, and then lose it with the function of unity/love/collective consciousness, leave it and let it be. This is intuitive learning, and perhaps you too see it such?
Peace

Theta To Turiya~

The advantages of meditation for our day to day life. *or something to that effect*

I have tried and tested personal self help sort of meditation (not advocated through any cult or sorts- a sort of relaxation which I have personally discovered beneficial for myself over time), for most of my post pubescent life; though not practiced in regular timed intervals (mostly erratic because of the constant demands on time for business and fun) but whenever I have managed to actualize the process and sit in my meditation room, I have felt immense bliss, peace and intense brain activity like never before.
Hence I over time have tried to understand how meditation actually helps us or changes us. There have been many studies (well at least some which have actually taken this age old process seriously) on the subject with mostly Buddhist monks (who achieve this very easily as part of their daily life) as lab rats mostly. The western scientific community still does not know much about brain chemistry and how various external and internal processes go ahead to change it while alive.
The brain actively can be present in 4 states (shown below in diagram) as the frequencies change and hence present different views of the world (internal and external). These also correspond to the 4 states of consciousness which Indian tantra and yoga states present in all living organisms for the most part. The final and most intense state in Indian yoga refers to 'Turiya'. This is intense dreaming state, where there is presence of pure consciousness reflecting itself. And the meditator/perceiver is part of this, reflecting on her own consciousness.
The other three states are - Jagrat (corresponding to beta perhaps) Svapna (corresponding to Delta state) and Sushupti(corresponding to delta and advanced alpha states).
The Alpha state is the one which is most active and strongly reinforced as a practitioner starts dreaming or meditating * Please do not confuse the dreaming I refer to as those involuntary dreams-- we are a part of without the least bit of control over them from our side- though we are the ones creating such dreams yet with no perceived control for the most part,
Rather the dreams i am talking about refer to active lucid dreaming where one is able to create visualize and project intense realistic dream in sleep while having perfect control and reflection over them*
The fourth state (turiya) corresponds closely to theta state of brain function. It is not considered a state in indian texts, rather it is an absence of states (dualistic or otherwise), and in turiya; the practitioner is able to transcend into advaitya. Into universal oneness.
The Gita propounded by Krishna also goes with something like this- while arjuna (the troubled mind asks) - How to see the lord/be the lord/Who am I? and Krishna replies (the advaitya consciousness)-
"When Dream and sleep disappear; That which is left; can be considered to be the true you"

So how to achieve theta states, if only for a certain period of time? I have pondered deep into this question, because when one starts meditating; there is initial difficulty caused due to the ever agitated nature of the mind which does not allow for even a second of pure relaxation which when overcome is followed by a sudden static state peace (though its a stagnant state and again leads later to agitation). These are progressive states experienced when the mind immerses itself in alpha wave meditation. Its a very peaceful calm and highly intelligent state. Though as one progresses in time with such meditation, the brain automatically becomes even less frequent and dives into mystical mysterious theta states.
A Bit about Theta : Theta states are compared to the deep mystical revelations and third eye opening phenomenon's through the passages of time. People who have accidentally or consciously opened their mind to infinite possibilities, slow down the frequencies of their brain activity upto 4-5 times per second; to increase their attention manifold. Other faculties like lateral thinking, strong real intuition, extreme emotional energy and release, child like abandon and creativity. Spiritual urges leading to emotional and powerful kinetic outlets are all induced in this stage of mental activity. States where super fast learning are experienced are due to theta programming in the brain as well.
Though I told you that theta is the brain wave which is most probably present during turiya, its difficult to prove it scientifically even in this day and age, for the simple reason that we will not be able to find anyone experiencing this state and willing to be experimented by lesser mortals.
But yes, I do trust that this brain wave frequency is induced to create turiya, perhaps after turiya is established... the mental frequency may dip down further. An absolute dead mind, or running at very low frequencies. But this again could be debated.


How to Induce/awaken/create it then?
I experience meditation with various tools. I always use dim lights, which affect the melatonin levels in the brain, I use quick psy fast music with a lot of beats which can help induce shamanic trance like states- which are the ones experienced in theta levels. Where there is auto programming of the brain to do something (like listen to music), and the other parts of the brain can quickly slip into slower frequencies. There is also Japa-yoga- which also helps in inducing states of emotional outbursts and again help in a sort of auto programming which keeps the brain occupied in its wandering (well not wandering- because attention is directed to only one constant source); while the rest of the brain including most senses are in a state of utter relaxation and peace. There is no introspection or thoughts then to bind you to them, and the brain remains peaceful and in deeper states unparalleled.
You can also do the same through a ryhtmic walking in nature, or running at a constant pace and so forth. Yes, I do all of these too whenever I have the attention and will to perform walking or running meditation. Its when the logical and rational systems are completely occupied with some sort of auto programmed work (like listening to music, doing japa, doing exercise etc), is when one can induce the other parts of the brain in complete-ness. The full functioning becomes beyond reckon as I have noticed with my own brain. I am not saying I can think more, or faster or better. But over the years, my brain has increased manifold in areas like stamina, will, creativity and imagination (lateral thinking for all you nerds), and so much more. Intuition and extreme emotional states are also present, and you can choose to refine these brain functions depending upon your intent and the time you can spend in this slow brain frequency stage.
Turiya is daylight in the absence of light. Its a state where there is no one to perceive anything; and yet the practitioner is there in silent receptivity, through the night and day looking into nothing in particular and with calm focused long breadths. He would seem to be oblivious to the world, though he would understand everything incoming through his senses, or his intuition. His brain would attain higher states of understanding of the active universe. Yet there is no thinking taking place. Its just a blissful being, and NO its not a mental/made up/schizophrenic/thought up/unreal/escapist state of mind. Its the nature of reality, and those who can actually start the process of unravelling Turiya under the powerful real theta states, can see the reality in the absence of a limited perception.
Peace/
Meditate for the Peace of the world and all in it. Here and Now.

NonConform

The true state of things are such, the great ordeal that we as a kind face or have always faced is to view reality or our perception of reality (or real state of affairs of this world or us or we or I or the entire universe) from only one viewpoint-or one and only one single interpretation of reality).

From time immemorial people around us have witnessed, seen, experienced and understood of underlying subtle psychic phenomenas ranging from alien encounters to out of body experiences (NDE), from undying eternal divine love to spontaneous combustion... and there are oh so so so many. We do not live in a singular predictable environment let alone a single continuous stable reality.
Now the point what I considered is, I conform over and over to this one single interpretation of reality (the world as we see, hear and know it as from birth); I conform even when I do not want to. The organism called arvind has only understood of one reality. He has not been able to understand or experience any other.
This in any intelligent evolved dictionary would mean to being plain simple apathetic towards life or plain boring (thats what I see our great challenge as a race of creative willed people- how to work for a life or create one which incorporates not just one way to live but many ways to live, so that we wont get bored with life so early lolz).
I am sorry to say, that all of you like me are also the same, I wouldn't for the world want that in all truth, I really want to be inspired; elated with such people around me who can make me soar in the skies with their interpretations of this/// *these* glorious realities abound... people with acceptance and understanding of the many aspects or dimensions to this life we all possess; yet do nothing to create value for)
Why has humanity become so lax; its such a magnanimous opportunity (equivalent to non existence!) to live life. Life is numerous and more numerous than our imagination (There is more to heaven and earth; then is dreamt of in our philosophy ~ so true) could ever fathom; and look at all of us; instead of nurturing and growing that imagination, inspiring and elating each other, we embrace a drone reality... made of sure shot certainties ;  our life time slowly and surely getting filled with routines which have no use for us, for we surely never even learn from even a routine (its wisdom or futility)
I see it sometimes as apathetic within myself; that I let myself get bogged down, bullied into conformity or submitting my free will and time for useless activities, or activities from which I dont learn (its a problem; from both the subject and the perceivers viewpoint. Major conundrum~)
Well there is only certain times I like to brew on this existing reality which I live day in and out; and when I view it with clear sober (not rose tinted) eyes, I see that its as apathetic towards the cause of life itself as it can get!!

What to do, I shift the blame on the rest of us (like we all do), I blame the apathetic situation of others as compared to the same which I let blossom in my own heart. I refuse to take heed, I refuse to open up, let it all be and let it all be at ease; to let go of the fascination of a single stable reality. Perhaps it shall go on, and then one day the experience of death would free me (us). Or maybe, just maybe I choose to clear the dust from my eyes, look around one last (first) time before I change it all.

I have seen that what you and I perceive or even experience is to say the least, vast; its an entire rainbow of everything life is. Its sad, that at times (and I mean all of us here) we cant hold on to life, enjoy even this one single perception of reality we choose to hold on to. If we are really such senile unhappy creatures; why bother to be here.
So Lets let go, Lets stop brooding one single way of life; for others to conform to you, or you to conform to others. There is no right wrong; good bad; Life or death. Its the widest range of parallel overlapping dimensions, worlds, states, realities, experiences, breaths, Oh holy light! we can ever have. We have all that we dream of; and more.... and more.... So let's all Let go.

Peace and Love and Ananda!!

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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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

The Perfect (& Impossible) Leap

Creating one reality; by negating many more which exist.
Creating parallel realities; by negating them all at once. No illusions; all reality; Left.
The attachment to form and play; so lax and so stale, dont you get; the level playing field that is the creative imagination called the universe is made to built upon on our will (and the dreams that may... ); not be killed; by being so choosing towards one way of life. Thats as good as no way to life.
My mind attunes to music and the power that it holds; the tune is so creative; its born from the power of the will. Not a repetition of another sordid repetition.Its arising out from the function of our will; (something like a potency?) Its ever new. Fuels my hate (towards mundane) into a heartbeat rage. It stimulates my brain to become active and alive. To use its entire range of limitless!Powerful willed! capabilities; jumping one universe upon another. Till Nothing to create. Nothing left to annihilate (perhaps that is how the master natha feels when he opens his third eye!)
Lo! The darkness is willed away and its filled with white blinding light (let there be blessed divine light!). We are so blinded that we dont see the dark nothingness of the void~that we live and die in. Our universe and our selves. Uncounted beats go by and I am dancing the tune which is still new! Dance is the only way to release; Dance is the only way to bring out the creative will towards physical manifestation. ( I know you know when you too have danced the ground from surise to senset and to sunrise somemore!)
Its when the time dawns when we have given up creating (what we are born to do). Then I open my field of vision and it plays like raining fire arrows forever now!. There is helter skelter. The time is near~ and I get closer to the speakers to hear. Its not something external; nor internal, yet the sound and the mind is in tune; some where we get to see the holy vision is not a vision at all. Its a sound that makes you dance. On your toes for your survival. It may not make sense; but parallel realities have a way of doing that to your self. Shakes you; Rises like potent king snake to bite; Rising has begun. Its your freedom, if You and I choose to call it that. Its escape into the same dark nothing we call the void; which has never ever left us in the first place.

Why you may choose to call it whatever; science and god; television and dream; reality and meta-reality or sadhana; I dont measure it anymore; the creation has ceased upon the understanding of this 'self'. Its no more a war. Time is for music to reclaim her original majestic place (in the heart). Music dawns upon mankind; the dance is coming alive. In its quest to create so that distaste of it may come upon us once again. So that we may refuse to yield to be buried under an illusion of one or more parallel realities. So that we can see that freedom shall come from the switch \\non existent// button of a vision too. 

The time of the night; there is never so time so right. We have amassed a group; a tribe of tree hugging freaks! What a shame, that they are trying to dance the night away. For I have found the perfect leap (no its not faith). Its the beat becoming unison with the energy in tandem inside your spine~power of mother goddess full power coming alive waves after waves of ojas (spirit power?). The level headed creative field is seen again. The void inside everything dead and alive. This is not prophecy or propaganda. This is the beckoning you call your Moksha! Your divine title; and your human~divine right. Come lets celebrate with a reunion of souls. Its dawning. Jump into the gap with the fit end (or beginning or whatever). Its such a celebration that the night filled with deadly dance has no morning to tell its tale.I jumped into that gap at that time~ its the perfect leap overtaking any one reality (or many) could offer any of us. Its un~creation. its un~time. Its un~everything that was built inside/outside. Its un~ordinary? that its death~life (every single day and every blessed night?); why so our daily strife? or is that a question worth asking ever?  Take a leap!?

The becoming is being; its the process that leaves no trail. I mean there are no measures. Only a step to reach well.. state or no state. (as best as it could be said is as good as its understood i guess)

Peace & Grace

Go with your Gut!

Haven't you heard people tell you... go with your gut feeling... doesn't your gut tell you at times, when all might not seem well... then you have a sixth sense, a gut feeling towards it. Why the gut? It could be your genitals for all that the statement maker could have chosen as a organ in the body to describe the sixth sense feeling
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The story might be conclusive if we were to see what the gut holds. The gut is the alimentary tract through which most organisms' food goes to the intestine. The interesting thing is that the chemical "serotonin" produced within the body; is mostly (almost 85%) kept in the gut. The chemical serotonin helps in regulating intestinal movements, but it does way more than that... serotonin helps keep the brain in a feeling of well being (its also present in the brain/central nervous system apart from the gut). Its deficiency can cause mental diseases like depression . The simple connection which i thought when i read this was, that the chemical could somehow tell when something negative or non-beneficial could happen to the organism. Sounds wicked, but somehow it makes sense. The gut feeling, is the sensations which we might be getting from the levels of serotonin (which might decrease) influenced by some other sixth sense in us in times of danger, sadness or negativity. Or perhaps the chemical serotonin itself was somehow a signal which could see negative vibrations (etheric), and could change its levels within the body depending upon the etheric energy. Perhaps more explanations are possible, but there seems to be a strong connection between the sixth sense (gut feeling) that we have sometimes, and the levels of serotonin present within us.
Serotonin within the brain is known to cause mood swings, emotions sleep cycle (in the synthesized form of melatonin) and even appetite. Its derivative is the much loved melatonin. something so close to my third eye :)
More about melatonin in upcoming posts....

peace and go with your gut.. feelings!

The Last One Seen

Aghori you promise me one last time, raw and worth less, the life filled with turmoil and distaste. The burning ash in my mouth without the wisdom of death.
Aghori sitting on the corpse, intoxicated with the power of self. Higher she gets, the less peril this night faces.
Night hounds brazen and taut; stand up and howl.. shred the higher to the lower from earths bowl. The night faces dark vibrations, like none of you have ever witnessed before. The eyes wired face to the north star, the hair on ends, as the aghori spits fire and water across your faceless self.
Seldom you are the last one seen, there is always another to take your putrid place. But this is no ordinary place; no ordinary state- the time of the night is always ripe. When the mother takes her foot and places it on your third eye.
Shook your tailspin, birth of destruct. The button is placed at your worldly wise navel. The lotus blooming forth, sets vibrations across the ends of the world. Press it down. Push it up... breadth for breadth; demise takes no toll in the crematorium of everyones end.
I slaved to you, in the name of love, retribution takes over, and nothing is left. I leave it for ash master! the ash which enlightens your night drive.
Aghori, you drive fear into the heart of fear. Death runs ten fold away from you, for you are loathsome, in your hands, tandav is the only state of grace!
The last one seen, before the mist takes over and everything becomes as it never was, yes the world becomes mystical once more; there is nothing to foresake, for there was nothing here in the first place.
Aghori, you eat me alive, burn my spine, inserting firetongs into my eyes, I see your true form and place. Not here Not there... Neti Neti never never never again.
You push my brain deeper within, splitting the neural network even further. There is nothing left, for you to dismantle, take it and re build it master architect.
The last one seen is a midget called ego, shame nay fucking disgrace...... The last one seen is the funeral pyre burning the laughing corpse of mine in haste. Some how, you should know the aghori is always present. presenting the present of the present to states un stated.
Burn down the cupid of duality-love. This lust which burns your energy, makes you think that you understand love.. The aghori laughs once more. for there aint ever anything as dangerous as his intoxicated laughter. It will cause you to vomit, realize that you are dust on his feet, perhaps not even that.
This is a revelation, nothing to be taken lightly. The destruction of lust and love; The beginning of the downpour of hate.

Revelation Machines

The ancient cave paintings in most parts of the world (from france.south america.india etc), where our ancestors have painted the walls for over 15,000 years on are mostly flooded with representations of man-beast portraits, representations of therianthropes. Even in Indian mythology (hindu), we can see the ancient gods like- matsya/kurma/varaha/narshimha are all avatars of lord vishnu where they are all man-beast formation. Till date the shaman tribes of !kung, and others believe in the transformation of a sorcerer to a beast (in the likes of la Catalina), which derives greater power of the animal who the sorcerer has transformed him/herself into.
Why the great fascination with men becoming either bats (vampires), or man-lions (narsimha), or a sphinx (and you must remember the vampire is not a Transylvania creation- he has existed as an egyptian god for over 2000 years). or even minotaurs and the like- take any ancient culture and you will find the tribal influences of therianthropes on them.. something so strange.
If you look at the beautiful paintings of the caves in south Africa, or France or even south America- this recurrent theme of men transforming into animals, as shown in detail over the cave surfaces is something very pertinent to ancient man.
In meso American religions such a man is known as a nagual shaman, who has the power to convert himself at will into an animal of his choice, such people till date are revered and feared deeply by local folks. They are called shape shifters, for they can change their shapes at will.
Something not common to just the religious tribes; day to day UFO abducts till date sometimes before getting abducted see such therianthropes, in the form of half man half beast and then they get abducted, at a later time the aliens show their real forms (another shape-shift), but in the first moments of an UFO encounter; most cases are of therianthropes seen.
Most Egyptian gods are sorcerers, like the sun god Ra, or Horus or sobek or anubis. Hybrid humans between owls and snakes and wolves/dogs and so forth.
The collective unconscious of Jung (through jung) has tried to be the solution to this pertinent anthropological/neurological model of human past. But i as many others see the collective unconscious as just a means to describe the dilemma and not exactly the solution to the problem.
Why are these hybrids existing as far as 15000 years back, when humans actually started becoming adept in controlling their environment.
The answers lie inside the human head for sure.. and there are many many theories concerning therianthropes. But these are inventions of the past century by western scientists alone; who dont have an inkling of knowledge of how these have contributed to human psyche for over a millenia.
Greater probability of finding a solution more akin to our liking lies in understanding the ancient shaman tribes and religions (many of such shamanic practices have been incorporated in the mainstream religions of date), and what is the process that shamans and medicine men undergo as they shape shift supposedly to their animal form.
The practices carried out include always means to bring about changes in ones present state of consciousness, through trance like activities which in turn endow the shamans/brujos/priests with the power to supposedly enter different worlds where they can encounter and interact with alien powerful god like beings. They return back with greater endowed wisdom and knowledge concerning the welfare of the tribe and environment. In the course of such activities through an entire life period, the shamans get the power to transform into animals. Some of these activities are explained through the sensory perceptual changes one encounters when one is undergoing a change in consciousness, ones vision and hearing change dramatically. Ones fingers or other body parts might become elongated or add extra parts, ones hearing dramatically sensitizes alike to many animals. There might be a change in ones weight or perceived mass, and a feeling of heaviness or lightness dawns, alike to animals which can fly.
These are but partial explanations, but in reality the transformation of ones consciousness in most of tribal therionthrope religions is practically visibly supposedly accompanied by change in ones physical persona as well. One might become a crow or a vulture, a feline or a snake... and so forth. I have found many interesting relics and folk lores such in tribes across the world which point to the still till date belief ney, rather absolute trust in the shamans ability to transform into an animal... so much so that the chief deities of the other worlds which the shaman encounters are also in such shape shifting forms.. One such folk lore is of the icchanti (the snake). 
Something for later blogs to i guess.. but anyone interested in anthropology (the past of humanity which brings us to the future of our race), should try deeply to understand the presence of therianthropes in our past.


Peace

Tele Visions (TV)

An analogy to be considered, its not mine (as in i havent come up with it) but eminent scientists and Psychonauts over the last generation have taken it up.. i thought its a very interesting comparison.. hence,
Compare your brain to a Tele vision set, a tv picks up a particular frequency and hence you can tune in to a particular channel. Lets call this channel a common frequency- free to air; so everyone on this planet can see it, and its free to; like doordarshan and hence everyone automatically tunes into it. Ignorant and pretty lazy creatures that we are; we arent really gonna think that there are other channels on this brain set of ours. So we go through our life (at least the most of us), with one channel attuned and taking for granted that everyone else is also on the same program of the channel and its all fine.
The analogy is that the brain can attune to a different wavelength together, but even before this consider cases of alcohol or chemical interference, emotional and psychological disturbances which go to change the color; sound and other characteristics of this free to air channel... We all have undergone such transformations, simplest being a heart break or winning a marathon (or anything else), it makes the channel way more dull or way more interesting depending upon the receivers 'mood'.
Now for millenia together Psychonauts have contemplated in changing the channel all together, sometimes you dont even have to have that intent and the channel due to some contingency changes the channel and your brain starts receiving different inputs (or a different audio-visual-sensory channel), Comprehensive scientific tests on rational/sober people in 1990 with a psychoactive chemical DMT; has produced such results, when injected or provided with dosage of this chemical, patients dont so call hallucinate, for a period of 15-30 minutes, they just drop out of the current reality channel and attune to a collective channel, a hallucination is not reality is the undercurrent of Western science and medicine, but a mass hallucination is a reality like the current one of ours, when scores of people take DMT and approximately tune into the same channel and there are oh so many of such channels, then it becomes very imperative to ponder what is reality and what exactly is fantasy.
The new paradigm is shifting towards acknowledging that the human nervous system along with the brain dont act like producers rather, they behave like eliminators of the different frequencies of reality which exist, perhaps this is for collective survival of the human species, but one and only one reality cannot be imposed on humanity. For reality is varied and is present in multitudes (it is not just function of sensory elements in the body- but the brain plays the most important part... as in; what i mean to say is that reality and the varied versions of it are not just due to the senses, reality can be sensed by the brain itself, it is first and foremost sensed by the brain and then interpreted by the senses)
The TV channel that humanity has been watching for a very very long time has been boring and seditious, it focuses on war and hunger and material comforts. There is no variation; and without it the brain is dying one moment to another. When we can change the TV channel, why not our perception of ultimate reality.
And i assure you that there are more realities than you and i can ever fathom in our philosophy!
Peace

Nightshade~Crisis~taking to flight

The terrible La yerba el diablo; cast herself all over this frail body. Cloaked in putrid smell of death herbs; am intertwined in her castaway misery.
Initiation has taken toll; as i vomit out more and more. No one near to comfort her or me. For it is a duality that we must all undergo. Atropine, Hyoscyamine, and Scopolamine are present within my body.. extreme dosages as the brujo takes control within my dreams.. I dont expect the fool to ever understand what this means.. for the fool is already dead to me.
The hypnotic dosage has caused me to hallucinate; reverberate; induced with a wandering sensation; something between heaven and inevitable hell. The brujo; master sorcerer takes me to my funeral pyre, sets it afire; shakes me forwards and back, till I have penetrated the essential gap.
Nightshade reverie causes the energy (prana) to take up to flight within and without, the herb (mighty powerful datura), rub over my legs and arms, at the spots of my neck and ajna (third eye) has made it possible for the flight to take place. 

The setting is a nexus of sorts; a vortex-> meeting place of the souls from beyond, the brujo takes infinite time in administring the sacred plant, where i commune with her and take flight into the void.
The master near me has taken to the essential song, sung from the heart and beyond, ibogaine; the plant which takes over him, takes him to the land of ancestral dead and back here. He communes and sees my past, where i have been and what stops me now; datura oh datura, sacred of all plants, you art the communion without which nothing will last. I see it clear, I see it without doubts. Without your caress; all is lost.
We come together and paint the walls of our vortex cave, in colors of blue black and rain. It is an expression of the human religion as the ancients look over us from different terrains. My brujo and I can sense them without doubt, they are here as they have ever been looking for us to join them in mourning silence.
Humanity; the childrens religion sees not the power of the plant, its power to help us fly and sing a song so strong. Which breaks through walls of life and death and brings those who have been seperated from us once again to love and hold forever....
Foolish child, you will not understand; till you dawn genetic eyes, soak the holy nightshade into your skin seeping into your soul. You think that the world is brick and mortar, Holy datura will break it till you soar ever more into the night sky!
The delirium though physically has surpassed, but it has caused one last psychosis to remain for ever in my heart. It will transform every time i wretch into the bowl. Every time i see humanity for what it really is.
Ancestors seperated by light, take me to the sky, where the holy god of thunder lies. Where the eagle soaks the sun and flies. Where the holy lady d'hratura remains focused on the third eye, opening visions of illusions and lies over and over through the tides of time.....
Peace

Some sort of Demon

Haunting my dreams, every time i get up; in the mirror I see.
Run away further and further till I can breathe no more; just to see you waiting for me at the door.
What kind of hatred are you made of? The putrid mixture of jealousy Lust and Sloth..
In time I have found you in the hearts of men all alike; wrecking whatever they see in dismay.
You are my nemesis, the fallen angel true; In your palm are lines edged in blood.... they tell of the glory of your right, the right to fool man into the false notions of power; of immortality
Master of puppets, these fools swing your way, dance your tune and puke and die when you say...
They think not, seeking castles made in heaven and run ever more in circles as soon as they receive what they thought they had sought....
You have sown the seeds of misery so deep, ploughed in with your material rewards of greed and gluttony and sprinkled ever so often with the rain of hate... in each and every man
You wait for the show to begin, so that you will feel alright... that the demon so vile is not obscure, he runs mad and free in each and everyone who breathes.
You are not alone lucifer, you spawn generations of your disciples... who prefer to walk blind, from natures gardens right into your realm; to meet your minions; brothers sisters of the kind.
You fool me not, You enslave me not; the light of sacrifice burns in this heart. The purity of light to bury your sins back to hell... My kind will defy you; defile your existence; seal your loathe in your tomb.
Your selfishness has ruined earth and the lot; you have won for too too long. The day of judgment comes one last time, yea this time your money and your greed and your hate and your selfishness and your death and your crime and your sins and your lust and your power will be your downfall... Not Mine, Not Mine.


The real demon walks in man, He walks endlessly day and night. He stops not, tires not. To destroy what man was to create. To laugh and ridicule the grandeur of life,spit in our heart and convince us that we would sell our soul for greed, butcher each other for 'happiness', spew hate for no reason... like rabid mad dogs without souls ever more....

Peace

Naturaza Divina

This is the age for toxics. Long time back, when the earth was a much "cleaner" place, people lived a natural existence. Sadly its not the case anymore. The toxic existence is taking its toll.
The air I breathe, is contaminated... the water is contaminated with toxics and more toxics to clear it. The food which i eat has chemicals from the time the seed is sown, to when it is shelved in a market. The activities which i do is sit in front of technological instruments, which harm through toxic rays. mosquito repellents and fake skin creams, toxic clothes and toxic materials...everywhere... look around, whatever we take from this world today has a toxin attached to it.... where are we gonna survive!... What a time to be born!?
The climate change meetings are going on, and everyone can have a consensus on one thing, that no one else is willing to listen to their problem. But everyone is conveniently forgetting that the reason they have assembled there in the first place is for but one GLOBAL problem. End of the world. sooner than we can imagine.
The toxics which affect our body, get stored and remain without disintegrating for long. they change our perception and the way our body is meant to work (including our brain- please note that). This is something which people are not willing to acknowledge till the toxin sets in deep physical reactions- cancer, psychosomatic diseases and crazy virus attacks (i still believe virus are not biological, they are pure toxin).
The effects are seen here and now, and yet we dont take heed. We have to stop polluting. We have to stop buying newspaper, stop using power when we dont need it. Stop riding cars alone (all and many more of these are addressed all to myself and you all as well). Every single action is causing an instant reaction within us (time and evolution are compounding- cause and effect are too due to this.. everything will happen within one single life time now; you reap what you sow here and now)
I have no faith in governments, they are big bullies and big cry babies. They supposedly are the wise and trusted, yet they are never these. They come and bicker and go off to their mansions (really- the politicians- all of them live in mansions- what a mockery for being servants to civilians)
What I have faith in (till date- prove me wrong none the less) is rational understanding of average bum. So there is no threat cause of pollution etc, and the average bum is all happy not giving a damn (i am!), but there is direct link between the toxic we burn and the toxic we breathe- now that ought to be simple to understand- dont cut trees, dont burn plastic, dont go on endless fuck-you romantic drives,start walking, stay without light, simple existence, start appreciating and be a part of nature. That is the only way you gonna live here on earth. Lets embed technology and human intellect to nature- what wonders we can achieve! Nature gives to one and all, dont grab just ask....
I like the wwf ad- an old one yet so beautiful- one planet- one home- we gonna mess it up? where we gonna live? (applies to all of you who dont plan on having kids too, cause this time around we fucked up and we are gonna pay... no doubt about it. so wanna save our asses? save the planet NOW!)
Peace

Yaksi

A Yakshi, is a female entity, a kind of a spirit. in some parts of this country she is called as chudail. She is generally naked, decapitated or otherwise, with long flowing hair, and ofcourse a monstrous persona. I understand that there are levels of these natural entities, energy residues which move inside deep jungles and crematories.

Anyways, This is a recount of once when I saw this deeper truth. Perhaps

We were on way to kotachadri, which is the tallest peak in karnataka, we started off from manipal in the evening, with 3 bikes carrying six people, i rode with my roomate patel on his yamaha. We cruised for a long time. stopping for the usual change of mood we reached almost half of our distance in time, now the jungle patches started up and the towns became scarcer, the western ghats are truly holy and haunting at the same time in the night, i forgot to mention we were going to trek this beautiful hill at night. Though not completely insane, we chose this because it coincided with a full moon :) this we found out ofcourse only when the moon rose :)

Patel and I were on the lead most of the time, as the driver is insane, and I could not help the wind on my face. We stopped one final town before the thick thick jungles really started up. we had a smoke i remember, and then sat on with my ass on a bruised end, We rode.

We had left the other two bikes way behind and the darkness was immense, the light from the bike was the only illumination at this point of the night, it was around 11 in the night, sometime before we could see the moon, suddenly we both see a naked old haggard woman with long white hair walking on the side road, you must understand that this was at very quick speed, patel was cruising at more than 60 on that desolate lonely shadow of a road. and we see this, we both freak out in a second, and I instinctively tell patel to slow down, not that I am a moron, but i wanted to see an apparition of freak nature.

Patel speeded like a demon before I could even voice out myself, his ass in his mouth, I look back i remember and i can only see the pitch black of night.

There was not a town, not even a single blood ridden blood in any distance for eons at stretch. There was nothingness imparting itself on anything in those thick forests. Thick infested western ghat jungles,

I get hysterical in some time and start telling patel to turn around, chill out and finally I give up and start telling him bad horror stories, pattu is holding the bike atleast together I say. hahahahaha

A yakshi mesmerizes I feel, and thats what it is said about her, there are many practices in tantra which use these devis, these powers. They arent considered bad in higher powers. They impart material and spiritual wisdom, They can appear as young children, beautiful nymphs or haggard old women, there power is unquestionable for most. They hypnotize, they triumph.

Our trek in turn was perfect, and we reached the summit with the full moon beaming down upon us, beating down leaches we headed straight for our liquor to drown those highs into deeper highs.

Peace

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.