Hyper-Conscious Base

The base; acts like the eternal film. It is keeping us intertwined in a base sense of the word. When the base is acted upon; with other substances. It becomes truly mouldable.

The base is calling out through audio-frequencies. Its a sign of hyper consciousness. Some sort of other dimensional purpose. The base is all there is, and it is the base for all things worth their salt.

The creatures all never penetrate till their base. The base which makes them what or who they are. The nature of existence personified through ignorant energy/will. Dormant and perpetually in inertia. It can never create what it is intended to.

The entire scenery changes, and there are now manifold etheric beings, all surrounding and making their view as one. All focusing on the internal base of mine. They all come together and move into my being. Changing the film in subtle ways. The base is now remodelled somehow, and it is now awaiting for the energy pouring through;

The base acts as the inhibitor and the propagator of glorious things of this world. There is no such experience as the refinement of the base of our being. The base could be your speech or your action; it could be your only fear or your only talent. It could be the way you look at everything; or how everything reflects itself back onto you. Any how the base is what the entire planes of universe is made on. Its hyperconscious and active; it is actively looking out for energy to make the blanket of energy more delicious somehow. So the consciousness which beholds the base could benefit in spiritual evolution and away from material devolution.

I have tasted today as many other days; my base being strengthened by effort and magnanimity of the cosmic will. It is calling forth; refining my being into grandeur; oh so deserving~

Peace

Satanic Pool

Confounded and lost, the pool it seems has become stagnant. With the obvious. Thought and pattern. Action and repetition of daily movements.

Its a drear; to carry the body around. It listens less with time, and demands more with it as well. There is no end to this the grace full surmise.

The pool is growing thick and dense. There is no clarity penetrating through. Is it not the mental state of you as well as I? Where there is momentary happiness only to be once again forgotten by apathy and lost cause.

The angry and insane, they wear the eyes on the back of their heads. Watching what does not exist, living a lie…

There is such glorious existence, all abound. Without boundaries… there existing no limits or boundaries. No labels or confines. No pool which captures the soul and leaves grime as its ally.

The strength pours through, and life must be made once again what it is meant to be. To be without the habitual routine of life and relationships. Of contact and isolation which exists on the periphery of the divine.

Perhaps words do not make an impact, and actions too erratic cause too much suspicion at hand, but those with their feet out of this satanic existence, vouch never to return to it again.

For what is truly once found, can never be returned. When grace touches the heart; all ignorance is at bay….

Every sunrise an eternity; and every glance at the beloved existence. A  rare and unique opportunity. Waking every day anew; facing yourself back in the mirror and not recognizing what it was meant to be in the first place ever. This is true content. This is the way out of the quicksand of our material links and ends.

I am your god, and I command your entirety. Surrender once to me, and never to look back again. At what was your soul; bared on the cross; for the world to see, but now once set free.. to fly as we were all meant to….. Such is the intensity of the cries which awaken within us all.. calling us back to our origins. The holy and raw.

Come and lets drown our sorrows. Replace the stagnant pool; satanic and depressing with the ever new vigour for life. Where there is no death and no suffering, no sad goodbyes, and no sweet endings..

Peace

FLY IF YOU CAN

 

Oh so many paths are there; to reach thee.. The servant seeking the master. The lover seeking the beloved. There is such fervor and there is such pain. To what use is there; in misery being cast and misery in reign?

Yes, the paths all have one goal in mind. To reach higher ground, to reach where everyone remains as themselves, without a single false garb of duality known.

The paths are like the ways in which animals tread; some steady and strong like the walk of the ant. Though uncertain in its many moments, moving hither and thither and trying slowly and pain-stakingly to reach higher esoteric ground. Some call this the sure shot path, for this is the way each ant (each one of us) can take through our lives, to inculcate the sense of duty and morality and humility through our actions and thoughts and speech. This is true karma yoga, where there is every act; purified and negated through its performance.

There is also the intense path of the monkey, which jumps from one tree stem to another, sometimes going forward and high, sometimes falling down and taking care. This is the bhava and rasa of the lover in intense separation from the divine love all around. He becomes mad with passion and grace, looking for what the world’s illusion can never give him in the first place. He jumps over himself just like a monkey, and moves towards his divinity; the glorious sun (of the soul).  Some call this the higher path, the place where heart takes over thought and action and being all together, but to some it remains just a mockery, for the lover always in some secret heed to gain pleasure from this soul-full pain of being separated from the true one (of creation and life).

Then there is the path of the glorious eagle. The path taken by the most daring, the most needing. For the intensity cannot be held just in the heart. The need to liberate, the need to remove I is like a sure shot suicidal tendency in man. It makes him change himself, so that he may have what he needs most. The grace and feet of the entire glorious existence beckoning him ever and more. This is the path of the aghori. The path least taken and for reasons galore. For if you falter, even once, even half a chance taken and you shall fall to your madness and never come back to the grace of what you call out.. One moment your eyes taken away from the pointless goal and you hit the mountain or the tree of your doom and decimated beyond any recognition. Oh but what a supreme achievement to live out like a free avadhuta. The aghori, always basking in the love and grace of eternal raw creative power. He flies like no one I have ever seen. He remains one with the entire creation. His body exuding the eternal freedom of the eagle. He flies higher and higher in realms which we cannot fathom of.

Some call him the beggar and the madman, some abhor his presence and his existence. But what a true gift he gives to mankind, those who can only see the outside, see only a naked dirty filthy resemblance to a man, but to those who can see truly with the gift of third sight, they can see the naked innocence of life itself unravelled through the body and the matter in front of them, here and now in this visible universe.

I am not to say that every aghori, is like an eagle, treading paths to power. But there are those, in seclusion and disillusionment, looking after us all, through their efforts can ignorant fools like us lead peaceful and dull lives right to the time of our non-glorious deaths. These people, phantoms, power sources existing away from vile creatures like us, continously purifying our efforts to wreck all that is true. That is .

AT THE MERCY OF THE EAGLE

 

The sorcerers visualize the world, in such subtle dreams. It bends and becomes everyone’s reality.

Here and now, the shaman is a special warrior. He is the band leader of a bunch of fools; fools for they are all risking their fragile and nimble lives to enter something which might not exist. They are true masters of humble existence.

The nag’ual takes the band into altered states. he guides them and leaves them at the mercy of his allies. The allies, all worth being reckoned with, prove their metal and teach lessons invaluable to the band of hunters and warriors alike. They sweat and toil and many might go insane with the extreme will and effort which the process requires of them.

The will is forged in fire. The fire which is burning from within us all, and everywhere abound. The fire which is consuming us day in and out and making us forge cages with our thoughts. Thoughts which then become barriers for the very same fire to rage on. Soon for most of us, the fire slows down. and dies.

The nag’ual is crazy, he understands that this is not how he was forged. His thoughts do not trouble him anymore. They do not lead him astray to any other plane. He is intent and content, both at the same time. The will is directed and free… such an intense and life changing state to be in.

The nag’ual has but one choice. Well then it is really not a choice at all.. The only way to live, before dying is at the mouth of the eagle. The eagle, fiery and formidable is the entire existence; unlabelled (though for convenience visualized as a holy bird), and powerful is consuming all life through its mouth, consuming sheer energy and then through its incredible wings, again spewing forth this to form endless realms; dimensions and consciousness alive. The eagle is not consciousness, it is extremely dangerous is all what the nag’ual knows. For now he has realized his life’s calling… to be as close to this eagle.. This state of being where even one trigger might lead him to go insane and die. To never be the same again… and yet approach this state and remain so close to it, that it will alter him every single moment. Or just the moment which counts. The only moment which is present; here and now.

The nag’ual is weary and extremely hysterical. He is both joyful and solemn. Such a fine state for a human being to be in. Such potential now shown with utter abandon. There must be something special in him for sure. The band questions him not and follows him with faith. The same faith which the eagle consumes like corn…. The same energy which they all possess is what the eagle consumes as its most delicious food… the refined conscious energy of the universe which the eagle has created in the first place. There is careful paths to be tread..

The nag’ual pushes each one of his friends into the fiery pit of the eagle’s endless raging mouth. Some are too attracted at the endless energy and wisdom and power and knowledge; that they look not here and there even once, before jumping in…attracted to a powerful magnet pulling like a black hole- all energy of IS.

Some do as the courageous nag’ual had asked them to… They stay just at the periphery, almost as if there is resonance of some sort which keeps them at bay, they remain at the eagle’s mouth for eons together, never fading or dying away.. their eternal youth kept alive through the endless energies pouring through them from all corners of this visible universe and beyond. Only when they wish to, will to, and choose to; shall they jump into the great unknown. Never to be the same again. Never to know this and that as they once did… to repeat the eagle’s play once again..

Till then they remain perched; ironically on the birds mouth, with the giant nag’ual who has been there ever since never. He remains at the gates, testing and seeing beyond the mouth and waiting sincerely and with greater faith… for others who shall see as he does to.

To remain as the nag’ual. one must have disdain for the world and its fabric. He must understand, and perhaps give up understanding; about notions which have never been relevant. And perceptions which have never been useful.

Peace and Power to all the holy lovers and shaman’s of creation. Who love through their heart and heal through their hands. Who provide through their eyes and give through their being.

Reference:

A Shaman is:

1) The Eagle of Heaven
2) One who flies as the Eagle into the Celestial Domains
3) One who is capable of spiritual flight

{Less I say}

 

There is endless space in between endless space.

There is endless space all around and yet not anywhere abound.

There is existence wrapped up like a chocolate under a veil of lie.

Lies which co-exists with reality like bubbles floating in an endless sea

There is radiance on that divine face; which refuses to fade.

There is life on that fragile body now an empty carcass; rotting visibly decayed?

There should be another way out of this rat race; this endless maze.

There must be some way out of here. Some sort of remedy; A sure shot cure.

Life o’ mine; like a plan devised but strayed to the side.

Life o’ mine could indeed shine if it was worthwhile;

If it were sublime, If it somehow could kill the enemy of mine; surely time.

There is energy on the tip of the tongue; spewing sharper faster towards endless intertwined worms.

There is breadth in the air I inhale. Let it out inside my lover, and there is invisible warm embrace.

There is such deep melancholy in us; I surmise; There is limited time and endless lies.

Life o’ mine; is like a child’s toy, treated with care once and thrown into rubbish the next.

Life o’ mine; could be fair and just, if not for the corrupt; the vain; confused worth worthless dust.

Life o’mine is never complete. The more there is, The less I say.

Peace

Gate keeper

 

Ganesha is the most favourable Indian god, he is now a truly global phenomenon, For he is the bringer of good fortune and giver of all boons. He is pleased easily and blesses those who come for his grace.

Ganesha is a gate keeper… He is the person who stands guard for his mother. The Kundalini energy present in every conscious living organism. 

The myth of creation of ganesha goes such, that he was created by the dirt on the body of devi parvati (goddess energy), to stand guard while she was taking a bath, and he obeyed his orders to the fullest; not letting his father, master of universe Shiva inside too… this lead to shiva being wild as hell and beheading him, his head later replaced by that of an elephant.

The elephants head is not a coincidence in this esoteric tale.. The elephant is generally timid and wise, it remembers everything and records all memories perfectly till it dies. It is easily satiated and once mad, tramples its enemies to pulp on the ground. All are also the characteristics of the personality of the god Ganesha.

Ganesha has been made by the body of sheer energy for a direct purpose, he must be placacted first, and then he opens the gates to access the mother divine energy… of goddess Chandi/Kali/Parvati/Sati/Kula Kundalini.

Ganesha lies at the base of the spine and before any work to start; his blessings are sought, then the work so done becomes auspicious with the intent of divine will and energy..

The annual indian festivals are also devised extremely cleverly and with pure reason, with the advent of the autumn season comes the favoured and cherished ganesh chaturthi; where ganesha idols are kept in each home (made from mud) and worshipped for a period of 11 days and them immersed into water. And almost half a month later comes the most powerful time of the winter season.. the 9 days of dusshera and devi worship where there is power worship… the right ways to gain power is by worshipping the gate keeper and then following it up with 9 days of chakra worship…

Without the blessing of the gate keeper, it is impossible for us to witness and become part of the universal energy; present within us and all without. Its a beautiful way in which indian festivals have been devised, so that every human being can actually access the gate keeper, get his blessing and move onto discover his/her energy to the fullest.

Indians were not as stupid as they looked, and thankfully so for the entire human race.

Peace and Joy on this lovely Vijaya !! Dushami 2011

One Last Conundrum

 

I am about being in zen state. Well to tell the truth, there is no particular state which can be called ‘Zen’, and to further clarify; I do not know or care to know what the originators of the word ‘Zen’ wanted to label as that.
Zen is all states and none. It could be defined or rather ‘labeled’ as the experience of flux energy which gives constancy. We can understand this now as ‘Dyanmic Equilibrium’ or something close to that effect. Zen is both contradictory and dichotomous.
Zen is a meditative state; which is devoid of dimensions like space, time and consciousness.
Zen does not require anyone to be; for itself to exist.
Paths to be zen do not exist; and when they do- they are called as ‘Tao’
We do not become zen. We are always zen, to experience the state well or better; we could do some simple motor-routine activities, which increase certain brain activity while at the same time causing other parts of the brain to become subdued.
I try to practice zen as much as possible. Well you see the problems with words, as zen is and all... there is nothing as practicing it. It just is, but as I am trying to explain a state with fallacies such as words, so you could possibly bear with me as well..
Since childhood; I have a fascination to keep my room and house clean... most people find it to be a chore, cleaning the floor or dusting or ironing or washing clothes or even cleaning dishes, but all these activities to me have a very unique meditative state.
Apart from the fact that I love live amidst clean surroundings, all these activities keep my mind occupied and at the same time the sheer repetition of them gets the mind into a ‘Zen’ state.
The zen state is hyper-attentive, and is also unattached. Its absolutely impossible to explain the state in words. But many Sufi's might describe it as sheer love, in which there is no distinction left. The natural opposites, the polarities disappear and only the macro cosmic picture is left behind.
I have great fascination even with my busy schedule to do my own chores as much as possible... I press my own clothes, try to dust and clean my rooms and what not.. It is a slow and tedious activity; most people would abhor it. Even I do at times, but its really wonderful for the change it brings.
Zen is practiced everyday and every hour, there is no specific postures or actions one can perform to gain and be zen, for in lighter spirit zen always exists. Zen can be only experienced... it can not be known or understood; for zen is; always is.
So still you can experience what zen is. Even though we are without paying attention actually practicing it... we can consciously be zen, by doing simple mundane things as well... should be worth it for all the house wives across the globe who curse that their lives do not have any deep meaning or satisfaction
Peace