The Cursed Moon

The last survivor colony is getting burnt under the brutal suns wrath. The protective layers of the walls worn down; some kind of war that has almost eliminated the survival of humans. Adam possesses resilience, he will not succumb and before he knows it, his will takes over his entire set of survival instincts. He dawns his enamel colored suit; and switches on the oxygen supply. 
In front of his hazel colored eyes; the entire scheme of his way of life gets burned to the ground. Ashes get blown away with the nomadic howling winds. The disease that has consumed mankind; is as prolific as anything that has been or could be seen in our times. Some said that it was a virus that attacked causing insanity and disease. Some say that it was an asteroid colliding at imminent fatal speeds. The death clock had wound up and life turned to nothing but compressed matter in too less of time.... 
Adam waits and prays; the oxygen runs out and the sun still doesn't decay. There must be a way out from here; a survival cockpit; an engine that wont fail. The massive military base is dismal. It has burnt a crater onto the ground... too many craters now everywhere. Signs of failure to be saved. 
Adam runs and makes it to what some call a miracle to till this day.... He finds a fueled rocket with an extra second to spare. He makes his way onto the night sky; now hidden from the sun, spread with charred bodies and rubles; Adam knows that he has made his way out from a cold death. 

The rocket has co-ordinates fixed; It will not maneuverer manually, some one always knew of the eventuality of the events of such chaos; some one knew it all along till this very day! 
Adam is a pilot; but cannot change the destination where he will land. He goes into a hypnotic sleep. Where time would slow down, and he would wake up with a loud vibration through his body. The plane had landed; 
It was the barren rock Gaia/Earth. The moon of adam's planet. The only moon. The cursed Moon. 
Adam survives for ages it seems; The sun is hotter and the moon surface pours lava all the time. There is plantation and rain but there are no signs of life (atleast to his eyes). Adam moves from volcano to ocean. Rain to sunshine. He looks up at nights and sees his planet broken and life-less.


Till the day when he crosses the fateful ridge; finds what seems to be a broken down marooned rocket (something which seems his kind!). He looks no further and finds, a survivor. Eve; the only other survivor who got out from that catastrophe alive. Seems like a curse or a blessing; It flashes but for a fraction of a second in front of Adam's forehead; something of a premonition. Ages to translate into truth and arrive!

Life is will. Will demonstrated is being alive! Life procreates till this is no more. On this cursed moon or perhaps another....

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

Shri Mahavidyas: Tripura Sundari

Tripura Sundari is the virgin parvati. She is the sixteen year old goddess of the forest who is looking for her eternal partner sada shiva. She is pure, and filled with divine light. She is beyond satvic tendencies (I mention because many consider her the embodiment of sattva; but her energy so pure is beyond any tendencies).

She is also called sodasi (the virgin beauty; the embodiment of desire, sensuality, beauty, grace); She is passionate. The word itself means the beauty of the three worlds. (three worlds can be interpreted as internal worlds). She is the embodiment of the shri yantra, and her knowledge is called shri vidya. 

I have worshiped goddess kamakshi (my kula devi); where sankaracharya had worshipped a thousand years back in kanchi (south india); and I must tell you both her symbolic form; the yantra and her physical given form are way pleasing to senses and the soul. She is perhaps the only goddess in maha vidyas; who combines the pleasing grace of the fierce goddess durga and the love of goddess tara as a mother and also the dark energy of goddess kali. The worship of tripura-sundari is eternal and its ever fresh.

She is holding in her hands, a goad; noose; sugarcane and flowery arrows, sitting in meditative position with one leg on another, she represents epitome of the exotic/erotic/sensual desires of the mother; as well as the control over them. One who worships sodasi; is every youthful, is every attractive and passionate in life and beyond. No harm comes in the form of stagnation, for where the virgin mother is; creative renewal is a constant! (the dichotomy intended)

She is red in color and is magnified wherever such color manifests, and is present in households and in places where creation manifests; I say this because tripura-sundari is representative of the energy which is about to begin. The virgin mother is the latent sexual power to create and procreate. She is also without a consort; and this goes to show that though she might be benign; she is still power without an equal (in terms of consciousness-power). She is waiting for the master shiva to marry her into union. She is awaiting the birth of creation itself. She is known as lalita and raja-rajeshwari in many parts of this country as well.

The kamakshi temple in kanchipuram; is a special treat in stone indeed (as i have mentioned time before on the blog). The navel of sati falls here and hence this is treated as a shakti-pith (the center of the universe/cosmos- as the navel represents the center/stambha on which the cosmos revolves...apart from the fact that the navel is the most sensual/desired and beautiful part of a woman). The goddess here is virgin tripura sundari, who is waiting for her consort Ekambreshwara (the name given to shiva-consciousness). There is also the presence of a tree (which is said to be thousands of years old); a banyan tree who was the witness to this holy union of power and its equal consciousness. The pith here (shown as a circular pit in front of the goddess-in the photo); is where the shri yantra is located and worship is done only to the occult symbol. If one hasnt witnessed real love in one's lifetime (and i do mean real love; not passing squandering of energy), then its assured that one sight on this beloved beautiful dazzling goddess (though made in stone) is enough to pass over to the divine side of life.

Goddess tripura-sundari is worshipped with the lalitha-sahasranamam- a thousand words of praise to the divine feminine (in all rupa/forms). There are many references to this beautiful young and youthful goddess in this; called through various names (sodashi/lalita etc).
The goddess is a young child; sparkling eyes doe eyed and radiance of a thousand suns surpassed. She pleases one and all of her devotees by giving them uninterrupted; every desire possible; by every means required. She is desire and the mother of desire. She is the giver and the taker of such desires. She is innocence personified and beauty exemplified. She is devi whose single glance shall turn us into innocent children of yore. She is the mother;staring into whose' eyes shall bring loving eternal grace and beauty into each and every action we have or are going to perform in lifetimes ahead and beyond.

Peace

Shri Mahavidyas: Dhumavati

Welcome the smoke; into your home and your chest. She will sit and dispel the real from the mirage. Welcome the widow power to your life; who will be the one laughing mad on your funeral pyre.
She is horrible, detestable and the aftermath of the deluge. Where all that is leftover is the her image; the holy pervading smoke. Welcome Ma Dhuma~vati into your heart and mind.
Dhumavati is Shakti in the absence of Shiva. Her husband is dead to her; She walks an old woman in the smashan, every pyre emanating smoke is a praise to her eternal free energy. She is dangerous no doubt; called alakshmi; she is not invited into the homes of householders; for where she is, no other force of nature can ever be.
She is protector to the warrior; The shower of the path towards eternity. She is fierce and old; haunts those places which no one else ventures towards. Places of dissolution where what is left is smoke (the intermittent between creation and destruction). Dhumavati has no followers; only adepts. She has no temples; only places of consciousness-alterations. She has no form; only ethereal smoke.
She is cursed by householders and asked to leave, yet she is the giver of boons and those who follow her path, leave everything material; Needs and wants disappear; though i admit its a very very hard path indeed, she is pleased by absolutes only. No intermittent emotions or states allowed. She is primordial power beckoning within each of us, to turn ourselves into smoke.
She is the smoke which escapes when sati is burnt at the yagna (of her father daksha). She is the brute force of anger and hatred and dissolution complete escaping from such an incidence. When shakti is fire powered; the first and perhaps last signs of her in such a state would be Mata Dhumavati.
She is dark, haggard, old and wicked in appearance. She rides a crow; The crow is her charioteer as well as her symbol. She haunts wherever smoke is present. Especially places of death and loneliness where energy whirlpools and stagnates. She is always hungry and thirsty, looking for strife and anger to appear. She is pale and tall; thin and malnutrition ed and has dark pores for eyes which will cause fear to reappear if you dont pray to her with humility; She laughs terribly, holds the skull cup with wine covered in smoke and surrounded with the recently departed souls of the smashan, she crushes bones and skulls and eats meat and drinks wine, she is all things which are transcendental, beyond boundaries and are shunned by the rule abiding little thinking householders, she represents everything; the right hand and left hand paths. She is the angered distraught restless mother of all.
To please this mother who walks the universe alone; propitiate with her element; smoke; incense; and visit places which offer respite from the householders existence. She is considered unlucky; but only to those who fail to understand what she stands to offer us in return. She is the divine widow; the energy without the consort. The raw potent latent destructible force of the cosmos.

Perfect Getaway

Landsdowne is a place inspired by heavens serenity. Its about 250 km away from my experience of hell on earth (delhi). A quiet tucked away head quarters of the garhwal regiment of the army; Its free from pollution, even noise pollution (no mobile connections allowed).
Like any hill station, it has a small market owned/used by locals. A small tip-n-top point which is the top most point of the hill. The colonial left overs in the form of churches and local constructions and a recently made pond by the army for boating and relaxation (a temple dedicated to the goddess made/taken care by army as well)
One needs to break free from the madness which is the perennial problem of indian cities like mumbai delhi and bangalore. There is no relief in such places (atleast delhi has vast open spaces where one can get away to one's own peace but cant say the same about other metros). But lansdowne really came as a surprise to me. I thought delhi-ites would be infesting the place but except weekends; the place remains almost empty, and the locals are without mentioning of course as simple and helpful as one can expect from any hill folk.
I spent a weekend (though thoroughly unwell), in this beautiful landscape to be completely rejuvenated and free my ears from the noise that us city folk are used to. Its a wonderful place to getaway and get back to ones self, through walks; books or just spending quality time with loved ones.
Around 40 km one way from lansdowne lies the famous temple dedicated to shiva, Tarakeshwar mahadev. The route on the hills winds up and down before reaching the serene location (and how serene it is has to be experienced personally). The temple is tucked in between thick pine growth, and its completely un touched (or so it looks) from the external world. The temple gets snowed in during winters, and the linga is supposedly beneath the ground. There is a standing idol of shiva (most probably as bhairav) and it seemed to me that perhaps the original temple might have been destroyed or eroded; replaced by this simple and elegant construction. I was really touched by this site, for most temple do not offer any peace to meditate; there is constant interference in the form of people supposedly showing their devotion to the idol, but this was refreshingly different. There was no hustle from devotees (there were none except my family and I). There was a completely indifferent pundit (probably not used to the corruption of money) and such natural surroundings that even the most astute materialists would contemplate on nature's glory if not the godhood energy that is the source of everything.
I spent merely a fraction of my waking life in that space and was so spaced out; it felt so good to be living a simple life. The stress, tension and awkward chemical lives we live in cities; just seemed of no use. Man is born an animal with the capability of realizing and even perhaps understanding the power and glory that is nature. We 21st century animals are running away from what is our bounty. We seemed to be uncomfortable or in some sort of false notion that what we have created to sustain us through life *our lifestyles*  is actually more useful/better than what nature gives us for free and forever. Tarakeshwar might be taken as a place where such notions could be removed from ones head.
The roads linking lansdowne to neighboring parts of garhwal are very well made courtesy our army, and the place's serenity and cleanliness is subtly taken care by our jawans. The entire place is the perfect getaway for tired folks living miserable routine lives in cities.
Anyone who has a touch of romance in their lives could undertake this small journey *alone or with loved ones* to experience the state of godliness in truly the land of gods (garhwal). A 10/10 recommendation for the perfect getaway!
Peace

Sweet Redemption Unbound Pleased

At the throws of your mercy; I squirm in frenzy, like the tides being pulled magnetically to the moon.

Wish that I may, serve your cup filled with the red wine; the color of your mesmerizing lips. 

Sweetened ecstasy, spent by your side; wished that I might... ask you out for another night. 

Such course lives, we drone and delay, till the moment of love passes faded and its all too late;

Ney; One life and the consequences that beckon... spent in the cool reflection of your flowing hair. 

Deny me; your form and fragrance and please the vultures waiting to feast on this faded memory *me*

Satisfy us; and the love that completes. graceful apparitions in dim lit alley ways. Wind howling on deserted deserts; an oasis like you to quench this thirst borne out of a millenniums endless pains. 

Where were you Tara? Your delicate hand on my head, Why be morose; when the life of love is like a rose; once beautiful, eternally decays. Majestic is now; the time and place, where we are one in spite of the shadow plays of night and day. 

Bewildered; a child from the womb, I am nothing and no one without your reassuring glance; without your divine touch; without you my muse, I have nothing to lose. 

I wake up and hold you tight; its severe, the pain that I face alone and blind, in such a dilemma all I can do is remember our first embrace; losing boundaries and space, It all has been a perfect state (of one). Where the lover falls to his knees and the divine goddess heeds (to the temptation of losing sanity); 

The abstract manifested inside of us; like a seed germinating disguised in lust; but in truth it is the spark which makes us alive; it is love which has forever been our guide. You cannot make me turn around, to the darkness and the abyss from which I once found; that all the worlds cares add up to nothing without you oh lover; and all I ever dreamt and asked for was you Tara; over and over. 

In waking state and in sleep; In meditation and in deeper sleep; In death and so in life; you are my sweet redemption; my self to be; I am dust in human form, looking for the eye of the storm-- Your heart the halcyon of the entire experience of me... 

Oh Sufi, Your love is what makes a man (like me) to stand and break free. Be my force to repel all ego; to enslave myself to you like a creeper does to a tree; In fire and ice; In truth and lies, through death and high grounds, Your sweet redemption is the cure held for this malady/disease; sweeter kiss; completely unbound! Thoroughly Pleasing indeed.

Peace

Crystalline Attack

The last few days suffering from terrible cough and fever; I felt like how this earth has been feeling for such a long long time. The earth has a perpetual fever because of the parasitic virus called humans living thriving and killing on it.

I am sure most of us have undergone a really bad time of fever in our lives. Its not pretty at all. There are times when one is so weak and in despair and delirium that nothing is worth while except eternal sleep or numbing death. The body reeks in pain, and is ready to let go of everything. There is no sense in anything when one is under attack by parasites. 

Human beings are just like that, we justify our existence and then go out and finish up everything else that is living around us. We have systematically destroyed everything on this earth for our own greed and gluttony. The earth has tried to sustain us amicably and symbiotic ally, but to absolutely no respite. We humans take compassion and understanding from other species (and even ourselves) as signs of weakness. We believe that we are justified to be here, as many worlds great civilizations and religions state; that god made us to be here and everything on this earth was made for mans benefit (such statements are quite prominent in religions such as islam etc). And we create a fictitious god in our psyche to easily nullify all the wrong and pain we are causing for our petty benefit. This is truly the case with us 'parasites'. We think everything given or granted to us, is actually owed to us. Its not a boon or blessing. its our burden. I feel sick even without a viral sometimes at childish immature notions such as these, upheld and revered by the 'ancient' and 'wise' civilizations and thinkers of our time. 

We need to change, even though most of us are educated and know that certain things are no good, we are prone to apathy and laxness. We dont care, cause no one has supposedly cared enough for us, and that is where we are wrong. The world and nature cares for us enough to give us so many second chances to continue living on this planet, something we can never be ready to do with out foreign parasitic virus friends in our body. Think about it. Selfishness and selflessness, embodiment of greed and willing to bleed (for another). Which one will you and i want/choose to be, I know my path. Make yours concrete as well... 

So next time if its you versus doing something selflessly; giving up something so that you dont destroy something which also has a right to be here along with us on this earth, we can look at the symbolism of the virus in the human body, which multiplies and has but one purpose; to cause pain and demise to the host. To what use? to what need, as all of you who have gone through a bad case of viral would have felt i suppose as well. 

We are not virus', we are living loving consciousness and we are quite capable in proving that we shouldnt be classified with some non-living crystalline programmed killing machines. I hope we really can. For the good of our planet (our body) and ourselves.