Twatter

See the new age rage, its called twitter with a little bird drawn on the side. Some people might have seen a bird only in twitter (or as I like to call it- Twather lol ), and never in real life, for they spend every waking hour in front of the computer to twitter to other twits.
When i read about this site when it was launched some time back, i was wondering, have the site owners played a prank to name it twitter- in turn inviting all the twits from all over the world to come and "tell about what they are doing" it seems.
It is a thorough waste of time, for I know what all the fellow twitterians are doing right- oh so do you... anyone in twitter is a fucking twat who's just upto twitting all the time. What a waste.
I am all game for the technological revolution, believe you me, I am at the forefront of anything which makes life simpler-> shifted from cassettes (which i had so many of) to digital pod musica. Changed from a traditional SLR to DSLR, and ofcourse moved from writing my journals to keeping computer documents. But I do know when somethings are just plain wrong. Twitter doesnt give me hope for anything better, if its finding information- about something- from people or sources- then the internet is fine enough for that. Then why this incessant need to isolate oneself in front of the laptop -> so that one can keep in touch with their friends/colleagues ?

There are people right now, as I speak who are wasting their time on "updating" other people they know about their glorious lives. What is so glorious about the day to day routines?- i am travelling, I am getting married, I had a kid, Oh I am not well, I am shifting to some other job and blah blah... this is all what people communicate to each other about, Something which is out of the ordinary, well then perhaps I might be encouraged to see/participate in twit crap. But surely even Jesus, would have thought to let silence be, or talk to people face to face or not at all about his crucifixion, and not use something as base as twatter.

Shockwave

People write about what they think they know, and so do I. Dark energy is my field of experience.
Most people don't reckon they know how they change, they say time, and circumstances and people in their life- the reasons for mental/physical/spiritual change.
Change is only due shocks in your fucking system. Shocks you cannot see, cannot predict and fucking cannot avoid. Shocks are energy pouring into you, shifting levels of what you think you are. Making you change your perspective all the time. Even if time didn't change, and nothing around you was there to affect you to change, you wont be able to remain as you are. The reason is the outpouring. The universe behaves in doubles, etheric doubles. The shock which blows your mind is both from within and without. It comes as much from the external world, as from your internal etheric frame.
The ways to induce shocks in your perception and consciousness and your levels of power are many, There is alcohol, ambition, drugs, sexual intercourse, meditation, physical movements, chemical imbalances (as a cause not as a result), trance, coma, and of course death.
Most people don't believe the power and reality of death, its an amazing shock wave, many times its not to break the frame down, but to remodel it completely- hence you see/notice so many near death cases coming back to life, completely transformed- its not only because of what the NDE experience shows them- but also the double works in such a manner as to reinforce the energy already present and not dissipate it for another work (how death works generally- destroys the energy-dissipates it- remodels it)
Why dont we induce shocks to ourselves- we do continuously right? people in the olden ages took massive amounts of hallucinogenics to shape/shift their energy levels. People nowadays keep running around for material paper which they think is the way to shift their energy levels, many people though- have completely forgotten how to shift their energy/consciousness levels- they are inept- and vastly ignorant of their abilities. Its fucking pathethic when i see people bickering about physical/material persuits when there is so much more at stake. When people who are inept at thinking out of the box to shift their energies are confronted- they come up with stupid excuses for staying inert="I am not spiritual person/ I don't think I can do that/ This is meant for sadhus in the Himalayas".
I feel like beating my head down and telling them, how the fuck they got to be born is a big wonder. Being born is spiritual, being alive and of course dying are all spiritual. We are spiritual at core, why the facade of spiritual inertia.
Sometimes i just wonder whether the entire earth could ever face a mass shockwave without death being involved.

Devour&Die

The fury inside burns up everything in sight,
The kreator wakes up, and asks your soul in plight.
You want to tango? Get what you have got, I am your messenger of death, your lack of life is your persistence to die with the ends of scythe.

Devouring all the vermin of creation in my endless mouth,
I evaporate this cycle back to dust.
You shall never repeat your mistake, that fate shall make sure this time.
Come now, wont you tango? with my cleaver and with my noose.
They so eager to spill your sinned blood, split you into demise, show you back to the nevermore void.

Devoured by the raven like death rays, that have started falling from the sky.
Lightening burns the funeral pyres, where countless still wail and rot and die.

No god shows mercy, No goddess shows a sign of reprieve. This is your end, courtesy yourselves.

The earth left a smoldering rock, the vapors of human suffering spewed up above.
No compassion, for you are the cancer and you are now the one self cannibalized.
I see you arrive to your death, looking pious still- nothing gets past me. No grave good enough for your brand of stench. No grave so deep that your kind wont try to come back to life. I annihilate you all with my third eye. Pitiful black pools of your blood flows to the earth. Finally you have been devoured; You have fucking died.

Walk on Till Dawn

There is a forest near my college.
Oh i go to college, and do try to study but i find that most things which are worth learning are on the outside :)
The forest is deep, dark, dense and endless. This I can vouch for.
The area where International management college is located is in a green part of south delhi, called qutab institutional enclave. This was thick jungle area, belonging to villagers from katwaria-ber sarai. But the government has taken over these huge portions, and the jungle is now called sanjay van- belonging to delhi development authority. The DDA assholes have built some trails- some non cemented paths which go inside this jungle- and some parks cut out in the middle of the jungles at various locations. But you must see it to believe it. the place reeks of haunt unparalleled. I met this place by accident some 2 years back, when I had come exploring with my friends, we soon saw that there was a village temple of the katwaria sarai people here- for guru goraknatha. There is a commercial temple, which is well lit, and where most people venture close to the college (which is at the edge of sanjay van) and then there is the real temple deeper inside the jungle- which is beautiful- many natha sadhus of tradition who have spent their life in these places are buried in the actual goraknatha temple. Goraknatha is the disciple of matsyendranatha, he is the original guru of natha/kanpatha tradition, and he is intense power. I always pray to his shakti, when I enter his land, ofcourse it is his land, where his power has been and still is.

I have ventured many times deep deep inside this insane forest, with my friends (never alone). The place is haunted, the trees here have an insane edge at night, especially during amavasya- which was the last time (this month) when i entered this blessed place.
The path is long winding, and very very silent, you may find people on the way, but never at night- there are multitudes of peacocks/hens, as well as nilgai and deer, I have seen beautiful stags with amazing horns, in the periphery of the jungle (on the outskirts itself) - which is such a surreal sight to witness, in a fuck pot hole like delhi.
This is the special time of navratri, and the nine nights began with amalaya amavasya- the special time of the year where the ancestral spirits enter the human realm- on this night I came to the temple in a special mood, with two of my companions, to peer inside deeper.
There are many roads which lead inside, some of them go all the way towards vasanth vihar side-which I have walked at night (some 8-10 km stretch of pure ecstacy). There is another route which we decided to take on this dark night, towards the left into the unknown. We had but one phone with a torch light (which came in very very handy indeed), we start walking and suddenly everything goes darker than usual, the undergrowth is very thick on these paths, yet we continue on the way, we walk from something around 12 at night to 4 in the morning, the path becomes narrow at times, and is broad enough to carry cars at some other points, the path is winding and there are many strange noises which we get to hear every other moment, one of my friends is used to this place as i am, but the other one is a newcomer, and is indeed nervous about human/animal intrusion in this place, i reconcile him- telling him that this is holy land, land of power, and if our actions are actions of power, then no harm shall accrue on us, if on the other hand, we remain confused, and act in haste or fail to act at all- then yes, this is and will be our graveyard.
We head towards the left, I dont know what direction it is, cause neither the moon nor the sun is there to guide us. We reach many crossroads, which lead to smaller inroads, but in pitch darkness, we stick to the so called "main" path. Walking continuously, I know what we are headed towards, though I don't know the same for my companions, but I am sure they have a clue. We are to face with something from the twilight zone, that was also a series by the same name, the energy levels making inroads to this world, and yes we are/were/will be hunting for it.

At four in the morning, we have exhausted our fuels, our energy drinks, our water, our sight, and of course our mind. The delhi skies emit a yellow haze, but the darkness is too strong for us to make use of this peripheral light, we reach a summit, a small hillock, and a single tree to give us night shade. Resting, we decide whether to move ahead or back, the path has been desolate, and we haven't seen anything unfolding in the bushes yet. The legs have become weary, yet it is twilight time, i am to remind myself, we head forward without much hesitation,
The path moves haywire, and there is a prominant cross road, a road of recoganizable dimensions heading way inside the jungle, we decide to take it, we haven't yet and it has been 3 hours odd since we began the walk.
The path is solid, a car can move on it, and yet we float on it, we reach a smaller interior cross road, there is a weird light, and soon i figure what that is, its not a light at all! its fog, setting in. the haze has a light of its own, now that i recollect, it skipped me completely that this couldn't have been an ordinary fog, the shimmer... we all felt suddenly weird, the location was even more remote than the path we had been traversing till now, and it definitely was deeper inside the void. We see a sudden shift of shadow, its an animal and its somewhere 100 ft in front of us, moving in this weird ass fog, I am the last to spot it correctly due to my cylindrical and spherical combination trip. The animal moves on the road in front of us, and shifts into the other side of the undergrowth, and then its gone. We aren't able to spot it, and that freaks us, perhaps the time of the morning and the mental state, and perhaps hearing about stray leopards all night long (mostly from my stupid mouth ) makes us turn around, and we start moving backward, we still are trying to spot what that is, but it never returns (or perhaps never left). We have seen some weird things inside this thick quiet jungle in the heart of south delhi, and its always marks of power, and we didn't have enough of it this amavasya night to confront the magical pass.
In many civilizations, an animal, like a deer-leopard-tiger-bull are symbols of power, the concept being that in the night, many a time its not these animals which are moving, but entities of power which take on this form. Their vision, and their meet is indeed a power journey. Something worth dying for.

The path is only long and weary when you are yearning,
when there is no goal, all illusion passes on.
Respite despite mortal fright.


Peace

*Alive*

What is consciousness?
Some would define it as the stage, or the process or the ends when something is self-aware. Aware that it is alive, or rather different from some other things (alive and non-alive are just human contexts, not universal). So when a rock realizes that it is different from a homosapien, wont it also believe that it is conscious, it is alive? Yes it would, it is only human convoluted rationale that believes-or thinks that some things don't have the ability to be self aware- this is actually one of the symptoms of lower stages/nascent stages of consciousness, where one which identifies itself to be alive or such, would imagine that it is unique, unlike anything else in creation, the matter of fact is that we fail to notice consciousness-or the finer stages of it, because we ourselves remain in the lower rungs- we only admit something is conscious, if we notice it through our eyes or ears- if there is a physical response- then we imagine that it is conscious. The universe has spread consciousness everywhere- it is the base on which all things are made in reality. Hence the rock, sand and the island all have varying degrees of consciousness. Individual and collective.
So far we have only said consciousness refers to something when it admits that it is self aware, that it is different in someways from something which is not (conscious). But in truth the real definition of consciousness is that the ability to be self - aware and realize that there is only one self. This is the latter interdependent explanation to consciousness (collective)- and this is the bounds to become shiva. Think about it, how is the I in a person different from the I in another person-they just share two different bodies, so you say the I in one person needs these things, and the other needs certain other things, but in reality they I has not changed at all-the personality, body, intellect,emotional maturity are all different but the I is the same- hence there is only one I here, we just perceive it as only belonging to us (individually). But in truth- the I is the same in each and every conscious being in the universe. We can say only how the organism defines the I depends on the intensity/energy of its consciousness- a highly conscious being would define I in bigger (greater energetic level terms) than suppose an average jo from the planet earth (who at times would not even consider himself to be conscious lol~)

Consciousness is a flimsy affair, but it is to be understood and recognized, that human beings in their quest for sense bound rationality and logic- have forgotten/become ignorant of the varying finer levels of consciousness which permeates this entire matrix. It is the mortar on which life is based. The ability to become self aware- exists in most matter-energy in the cosmos, yet the ability to Only become self aware- lacks here on earth. (we have chosen to forgo the true meaning of consciousness- interdependent symbiotic systems and have instead chose to live in a plane where we have forgotten how to perceive different levels-stages of consciousness- and how to become truly interdependent part of the cosmos)

And do remember, the rock, the turd, the grass and the moon are all alive and with divine energy

Peace

9

Endless catacombs in your eyes, sought after numbness, the way for the future generation,
Death endless, never sleep peacefully.. partially mad because of the undertones of the fast tracked life.
Sow the seeds of vengeance, deep within. Dont hide the fact that your mind is corrupted with thoughts of immortality to the brim
Walking motionless on the beaches of nevermore. You and I can hold hands, and perhaps still have time to slit our throats. Do it now, surrender, defend your broken vision(?)
Beat ridden beast, happy to welcome you to your future, a holocaust on the way and you and I are the birds of prey... not a thing bothers me, somehow i am bathed in glow, just on your own.
Born into this world, stagnant apathy. Follow the path to the highlands, where mountains meet snow.
Shook with the uncoiling of the energies so latent in you, where is the last clue to fit my life together? It's somehow not present. Didnt exist.
What I wish for is Grace, the nine nights of power are upon us, goddess shall grant your wish. Save you. Goddess chandi will be your protector.
Grant myself the strength to endure pure energy. To live up to a humble and indifferent death. To enliven your life and your moments before death as grand envision of unity. to mothers love.
Ma Tara, the lover , will keep you and I close. Fear shall dissipate, life and love will unite.

Take these nine days, as days which will grab you, mould you, battering ram into the skull to unlearn what you and i have done. Trap is shut, the powerhouse is ALIVE~


9 Sacred nights-The power of intense devotion. towards life... towards death.

Purify & Defile Part deux

The skies have opened themselves up, the light is unmistakable, there are no signs of doubt left anymore.
The ravers delight is in the continuation of the party, even after it is over physically. The mental trip, I feel the beats within my head now. And the dj has made it quite clear, that it shall never ever end.
There are aghoris, sitting around me, and shaking in the fury of divine love, the ghouls of yesteryear have taken control of themselves- rising and shaking in the fury of eternity.
The shackles have been broken friends. The show has come a full circle, the rising has begun.
The night progresses and the mind regresses; into some primal form. away from anything substantial to modern man, a nascent stage of luminance; has begun.
Manikarnika stands out like a jewel, spewed off by the calm serene flowing ganges. It bellows out smoke into the skies and flings the ashes of once called men over to everywhere.
Carnage in the name of a party, thats what i get to see. Entities of the dark, split tongues and serpent lords all coming out of their den, to pay homage, to dance endless in a ravers mood, for the lord is the dj tonight, and he is out to get us all, to give us that potent fright.
Trees at the periphery of the smashan have come alive, they are singing patterns, tunes with and without melody, blending it with the psychotic music. This is all insane, the mind refutes, but its another case with the heart.
Save energy, but can't stop moving, the predicament is deep, the answer murkier still. The kechari have begun their exercise move into regions of light. The tantrics all drunk with the soma of the beloved, are coming over from the other ghats, to see which master plays tonight...

The king of the undead is awake, the lord with the red drunk eyes. He spins around and the world goes deeper into the well of disillusionment. He is verily the master shiva, lolling tongue, fires to destroy the present creation. Pure cocaine reality. The master plays like never before, and I am left with a hyper frequency. Something faster than what I am used to. The music is taking over.. and I am liking it hell lot.

Sky is littered with the disfigured pretas, who have come from heavens to see the master play, the sound is psychedlic, like a cooked mushroom, like the corners of your mind converging. Into a focal point. a nada, a bindu.
All life is bound to this place, if you do not realize it , what a waste it will be. That you will end your days on earth one finite, definite day. Realize that deeply, keep the mad master who will use your body ashes to decorate himself. This sensation of unity. of everything that must burn, to be done with. This is the purification I am looking for..

One by one, they all lined up to the edges of this universe creamatory.
Taking a pick, a random tune, they gather up their energies to entertain and create.
I am talking about the seven rishis, who descend into the surface of the earth, to see the master play. They cannot get enough of this mad divine melody, Their expression changes to awe. Something the raver understands.

The party as expected did not end... atleast for me. Something came over me, dissolved this tight frame which I called myself. Lost in the sufi love for deeper music, which transforms, changes. converts to nothing at the end of it all..