Projekt Darker Sides of Moon

A long time back, there was the experiment and the satellite around the corner. Many came towards and played on these fertile grounds. Lost knowledge today does not reckon what in reality was the grandest play of our times till date. 

There are 28 major star alignment for the civilizations which constructed this planet for their amusement and advancement. They came here on rotation one after the other; one day at a time. 

Let me not beat around the bush so to speak, and get to the point. The moon up on the horizon which we look for our inspiration has been out there for a specific reason. Moreover the side which we cannot ever see with our naked eyes. 

We have bodies and we have souls. Souls are our holograms of the real selves. Souls are what we are on another planet in another time dealing with different dimensions even. 
And this is a cosmic game - where we pick up a hologram self and cover it with a body (so that we can adapt to the external environment of the planet we be sitting on - it can be of course something other than a planet too)

So this is what strikes me, our forefathers look at the skies and they see it coincide with the amount of days for the moon to wax and wane and then project all of humanity to be one of these 28 star constellation systems which each day of the moon it coincides with. 
It is almost as if every unique day of the moon - there is one star system from where the souls transmigrate to the earth into the wombs and take life. They take on the hologram selves and even the body and come down here to play. 
Just like all of us, who come down here to integrate play around and then give birth to another life form from another planetary system. 

Maybe thats why the moon never shows us her dark side - maybe thats where the pods are - and our real selves sitting playing the video game. Where we create our images and teleport them in our mother's womb. 
For a realistic ride like never before, and when done maybe go back intermittently and reincarnate back into the next level of our journey here. 
Our journey focusing on forgetting and remembering our true selves. The journey of where we came from and who we really are. The play of our selves in the garden of eden and seen from the moon! 

Peace and Joy! 

Sweating Train

I get up like clockwork, check my time left. See my beloved's face sleeping in peace. There seems to be a bit of sanity left yet. Cannot be sure.
Sun's is dawning, veins crawling and there is a bit of venom still instilled in the self. Get up move on, before death creeps up. This day or the next - yes it is around the corner waiting for all without bias

The toil is taking its toll and there is no cure.
                                                                     There is one more born on this hour - beloved's grace godlike face. Nothing going to stop the stands of time. The universe conspiring for the birth to take place and the born to step up and move on. This is the circular evolution of time and space.

Standing waiting for the train to arrive on the station, nothing gonna catch me as a surprise, or will I let it?


Why be born when we are gonna spend all of our precious time on this train station - waiting for that goddamned train, waiting for us to grow old insane; waiting till time swallows us up whole - waiting for someone to get up from their seats for us to save our souls.

I am not dictating another way, but a feeling of unity - that which I feel sitting getting pushed inside the compartment of this sweating train. They come and go - chit chat a little to make one feel a little in the mix and inevitably everyone disperses. I stay quiet till the end arrives, get out slow without anyone dictating my arrival time.
There is subtle godliness in this moment - when the train arrives on the station and whistles past. I get up and rush inside - the zen awakens with a million fly past me jumping hither thither for a inch's space.

As the train jerks here and there, the heads bob up and down - outside the kids rummaging the tracks and shitting their pants on the ground, this may be the heaven once thought about by our gods. This may be the hint of our sweet redemption. Sitting claustrophobic for one to light a match, sitting waiting endlessly for a random station to light up the signals in our rummaged neural track. Sitting waiting for death to cross us over twice or more. Sitting here waiting for our sweat to slowly pour (and mingle unto another)

Now the sun is setting and everyone is back to their matchbox homes, leaving the compartments all on desolation row. In the darkness sometimes I fail to arrive, I sit in the darkness and let myself cry.
Where hence has humanity become the program it now specifies, get up and move inside metal worms to show its productivity and efficiency besides.
I pray sincerely and in between my tears I laugh a little, as if the sweat of the day has become an extension through the tears at night. I pray for calamity to strike and that these trains may stop one day. In between stations and time, leaving people in a delirious limbo - striking delight. That there be spontaneity sublime and people leave their programmed existence even for a moment
I pray and cry and sweat and try and why dont you do the same. Where the train shall stop moving and we be still waiting in the compartment for nothing but the moment to grab hold of us, wreck us and remake us again.

Peace and enjoy the slow train acoming!

Fine Tuning the Gene

I remember that our ancestors at some point were all into worshiping the divine feminine. The fertility of a woman and how it creates perfect miniature life was nothing other than magic in advanced and olden civilizations across the globe.
Then something changed the mood with the advent of the warring male Gods who had to be praised lest they took their weapon and destroyed whatever little was there to hold dear in this fragile fleeting life.

This became graver with time till women also started becoming ferocious goddesses (not that they are not or cannot be) and soon enough we prayed to feminine goddesses also to slake our mistakes and ask them for protection.
Somewhere the benign and yet powerful miracle of creation which women are responsible for got marred and even forgotten. As if that was not something powerful enough.

In the future I remember that there will be the advent of technological techniques which women will use to produce offspring without the help or presence of a male partner. Genetics would have made even women redundant but for the sake of one's humanness - we may wish to continue to produce offspring in a traditional womb.

This makes me wonder - what is the purpose of the male gene anyways - the presence of the male will be redundant and soon enough only women will continue the way forward for this species. This is natural law that the female gene will be produced more over time over the male.

Was our past somehow a repetition of what is going to happen in our future - were our ancestors aware that women can procreate without the presence of intercourse or a male partner? Was this the way that our ancestors were first created in this planet? Was this the technology which will liberate our kind from war and apathy.
The males of our kinds have always been dependent on the feminine for sustainable lifestyles. Though the male can hunt and gather - he cannot do anything more of any sustaining value than this. Creation of a safe space and also creating an environment for the furthering of the kind is mostly taken care by the women of society - though much thanklessly - my understanding being that women can handle transnational power which they are fore bearers of. They cannot handle the fine tuning of the power into refined actions or experiences - which the male consciousness is kind of good at. This being said if the only action that humanity needs is creation of more of its kind - then I feel that men are a threat to this act. Men will cull a different breed, skin color or the offspring of a competing male. All this creates a subconscious need to war and fight. To fine tune the gene itself - which I feel has been needed in the past. But our DNA and Genes now cannot further themselves with the presence of morbid and blunt emotional power statements which want war and hatred to progress.

Once the Gene has been fine tuned enough to sustain itself in hostile environments - then it undergoes a 180 degree turn and needs to give up what it learnt in the first place. This makes the learning faster and also a stepping stone above. If you hang on to what you have learnt too long - it takes you down in the evolutionary scale. All of this is purely spiritual in nature as well. And in those words - the presence of women become way more important for a civilization to progress further.
When the male plays no role in furthering the genetic structure anymore - then it too becomes redundant unless it also plays another step forwards, where that will lead to is anyone's guess. I have in the past read about vague alien civilizations which are supposedly androgynous in nature. Where the need to be dual is no longer there - where the gene is advanced enough to produce and sustain the offspring by itself. Will this be our future? Has this been our past - because we pay special attention to the same androgynous folks in our culture for time immemorial. Were they similar to gods who gave up the sex power to be one within their bodies itself?

These powerful socio cultural histories of ours is linked very deeply to our future and how we are going to create what has been given to us with the grace of this conscious universe in itself.
These myths of goddesses which opened up their vulva to the universe and produced abundance are not to be taken in some esoteric sense but perhaps in a more practical description of the evolution of the human genome

Peace and Joy

In Humane

Sweating and abusing in no language. I see no way out, I run my wits end only to face the terrible fear again and again.

This is Gondwanaland - what you know and label. To me its a vast land of endless terror - animals and reptiles at every nook and corner waiting to annihilate me and the daily angst of no food or water. Sometimes rains come and flood the entire ranges in cold desolation. Sometimes the sun burns my back mercilessly.
I have lost my tribe and joined another one. Running naked day and night, we sleep much like the animals - standing on our feet. There is no room for error in the warriors way; yet I only want quick respite to fade away into death.

The real reason for our presence on this vast land was not deciphered for a very long time. It was for us to guess; yet with time everything falls into its place. It started as visitations from the sky - where the stars came closer to us than we had ever seen, and on one of these occasions the lights landed. We were mesmerized and unable to grunt at this awed sight. The lights faded and we saw our gods for the very first time. For the many of my tribe who parted (taken away by the gods) - they returned almost zombie like. Some of them never came back at all.

I ran for my life with the little I saw but could not escape their ethereal sight. I saw that they possessed power which I could not even fathom. They spoke inside my head without a language in sight yet it got through to me - they said that the real war has now begun. If I was to survive and make them proud - I had to kill what came in front of me, to eat what was in front of me. To win their favor. To make them feel justified to have created me.

This was a brutal contest - where we fought against other tribes, tribes which were not like us. They didnt grunt or run like us. They ate grass and other fruits which grew in trees and they buried their dead. We were taught to eat our dead and burn our infected. We were taught to hunt these species down and kill them with our spears and eat them if needed. We were awarded when we ate them while they were still alive. The gods in the sky watched all without remorse.

I never knew why this had been my life - I knew so little in this vast endless space yet I was made to run and hunt without need by my masters. Masters I knew so little about but this I was absolutely certain about - they created my kind. They wanted my kind to kill all other kinds alive on this planet.

It seemed a like a game, where I ran with my spear along with my tribe to roast the child of the other kinds and the saucers in the sky zoomed in with their focused lights. When the game was over - they may come around - they may pick couple of us up and then we may return or not. I was not picked up after that time. Yet they did keep a close look on me. In my dreams - they were there - probing and looking at my mind.

What an Inhumane start to our kind. In my quiet time - I would sit alone and contemplate in dark caves of yonder. I would draw to my might of what I could see as my lord and master - the many of them who wandered in the shadows and never came in full sight. The quiet ones who flew in the sky like the birds but quieter and followed us wherever we camped or slept. But the most disturbingly - the ones who entered our mind and told us to fight - to fight for our survival on this planet.
The ones who told us time over - that this beautiful land is only for those who are willing to fight and kill for it. The last part they stressed into us subconsciously and eternally.

Maybe this is where the true nature of evolution began, where we left our ancestors on the planet - the ones which grew accustomed to being in sync and peace with nature. Yet we were made with a purpose different - we were made for their amusement - their affirmation of their own inner nature - violent and unresolved. The ones which saw that strength comes out of chaos and hatred.
Though this is not what my soul and genes said - this is what I became.

Unfortunately my dear children - this is your destiny as well. The seed is planted and has been reinforced -  It will take sweet form in your nature. You will fight among st your own kinds - and you will kill and eat each other till sweet end comes about!

Mighty Rays of Rising Sun!

Oh Mighty presence, You have called me unto your arms. I fall at your feet and hope to redeem myself. Oh Mighty being; what names can we speak and whisper softly to call you unto us, unless you pour your vision towards our puny entirety. There is no purpose of these lives wasted one after the other.
Oh Lovely Fragrance, you cut the ties with family and friends. You call the bluff of the worlds which seek us and we seek to bind to. This subtle smell, calls us and frees us. Ties us only to your feet; yearning for a glance of the mighty unknown. Who art the power of black power of mother, who art the understanding of white light of the yonder sun. Who art the multitudes of soul who have been absorbed into thee – oh ever resplendent father Arunachala!
Unto blind ignorance we waste away – looking hither thither and never up to the mighty mountain of eons past. Oh Mighty rays of the Sun which lighten up the five faces of you father Namacivaya. Those who pray to you once without purpose are forgiven the triviality of living lives like rats running around for their putrid material meal.
Like the rays of Sun which highlight the presence of consciousness which witnesses itself in the power of ParaShakthi, Your mighty presence removes the shackles of mortal coils – removes the blindness and lighten the purpose of birth into a body with the loving soul! Oh Arunachala – truly you do remove the overpowering Ego and its burdens for those who meditate on you on the heart.
When I walk up thy paths unknown – to do your bidding, all my thoughts disappear; all thinking rested, only the Joy of your rocks at my foot and wind whizzing past in my ears making themselves be heard. I have lived my lives in your shelter oh mighty gaze, please absorb me once again so the burden of body and soul be shed. Only thy light remain in eternal spotlight.
Oh Arunachala – your ends never known by gods or men. Your portals calling mortals and eternal souls alike in shelter. No night and day known here – only the gentle embrace of father namacivaya. Once and forever. Here and there (8 cardinal directions of the beautiful ashta lingams and the directions of space and earth) you art everywhere – one who directs their thoughts and heart willfully at you are provided with material and spiritual insights; their karma and ranu instantly dissolved and their beings bathed in the light of the lords sun’s rays.

Oh Arunachala – a gaze upon your mighty range removes illness and ignorance. Duality and anger. Bringing the ever loving sense of unity. One ness and Grace.

Peace and Joy and Grace.

Pure Dirt

The great divide which the world brings to us at this stage of our life experience is an utter contradiction in terms. I have always gotten the understanding that we need to be cognizant of the fact of our inner purity and divinity. How do we achieve this realization, of course by removing the dirt (Mal in Sanskrit).

When this is removed there shall be only cleanliness and satvic-ness pervasive to all which the soul is. How wrong this is in the scheme of things I realize now

Who you are is what your soul is. Who you are is a function of where you have come from and what you consume to survive and grow. Where you are at is an inch above the dirt.

I was seeing the way the best food items grow in the world are with the help of great manure and awesome worms which up till the soil so the nutrients can be distributed evenly. This is not just good science but great life art – where you are ingesting the tastiest fruit and veggie cause you crapped the best crapper till date, and not even then does it stop – with yuk creatures like vermin and worms going head on to make your food a delight to your palate – it seems like the sense of discrimination of yore between what is good and bad or rather what is clean and what is not has been warped beyond belief.

I know now that the dirt and dust on my body goes to cover me from disease and actual filth. I know the dirt on the soil goes to make for a great combination of sustenance and yummy food. I know the dirt in my soul makes me that much wiser, stronger and live longer in this real mean dirty world which fellow man sells as the pure pre stage to heaven

I mean the more I see it – the more I notice that it’s the dirt which is the pure, it is the dirt which is the mother father and god hood itself. Without the dirt in us – there would be simply no us.

Why don’t we honor it like our ancient forefathers did, not segregate in some neo Nazi Vedic way where dirt is not part of the DNA.

We do still arise and demise into dirt. We live because of it and die unto it. What a grand feeling not to be clean and pure anymore. To embrace my feces as a part of my whole!

Peace and Love

Buddha Mid Life Crisis

How he awoke from his deep slumber, that which enveloped him for the past couple of years or decades, he was but in deep slumber till then and everything went around him and inside him fine. Like he was dead almost, Then the mid life crisis hit him like a brick flung out from the depths of outer space (or was it inner?) The great king Siddhartha knew fear before this; but only now did he realize that fear was the foundation of his existence, the one which was so soothed with numbness.
Everyone knows of his life and his claims to fame. Leaving damsel wine and kingdom behind, he walked till he sat under the bodhi tree the first and last time. The time then faded away to the background, leaving a certain light in the foreground. The enlightened Buddha.
But the story is generic and almost every man will face this if he is true to himself at some point in his life. Recently one of my dad’s working colleagues – as my dad tells me got up and walked off similar to what Buddha did a millennia back, he walked off from his unsatisfied, insatiated and unfulfilling life. His two daughters and wife still distraught have no clue to why this happened.
Somewhere in the scheme of things, the conscious life force feels fitting in and taking the snail’s pace towards enlightenment seems to be arduous and too difficult.
This life crisis – mid life depression where one realizes that one is going to die, hit me as well unfortunately when I was in my teens, and from then like a lightning bolt survivor – nothing has made traditional sense to me; No traditional joy, or uptake could ever leave me complete. And still has not, I have not found my path – if I can be honest perhaps I haven’t taken the plunge which the myth story of Buddha teaches us, but at the same time nothing of this world which has come and struck me (many things has) has never been able to provide the satisfaction which only accepting one’s ignorance possibly could do.
I am not against this fate as well, I am not running looking for a goal like the Buddha did – for I can realize from his journey that the path itself is the goal and hence there is nothing in particular which can ever bring about the realization of nirvana. Yet the crisis of the vessel in which consciousness has taken form is growing grave by the hour. It is deepening in intent and feeling – and showing myriad reasons to exit before the due date. And yet at the same time showing miracles like the ones to come which are a part of my own consciousness and the universe’s showing grace.
How can we resolve this sublime Buddha mid life crisis, I wonder.
I wonder how can many more take to the roads (not just like the buddha) but in their hearts and minds – to a place where they realize that the first step was all that was needed to realize the impact and the extent of the last steps’ reach!

Peace and Joy