Mind Matters

Where can you possibly land up that you know anything about - when you do not know where it is that you came from?

I love anthropology for the reason that it teaches unique facts about our past culture and life style. It teaches what was of relevance and importance in past. It makes me rethink where it is that I am headed and whether it is the best of the worlds. Of course most of us look at the past as archaic and a relic. It has no interest for us in this day to day hectic world. But when I look at how civilizations and empires and lifestyles failed in the past - it gives me a perfect understanding that how it is that we are to fail this time around. The major contention being that we have never ever learned from our forefathers and such - to make our way of life an integrated whole (now with the digital world stepping in). 

This given the case, we can definitely spend much more time investigating myths, sciences, faiths and occult of the past. We can see what the people in past ate, did for a life and why. The phenomenon of learning experiences without undergoing them in the first place - gives us ample opportunity to integrate them for a grander life experience (a smarter one perhaps?)

Now this is not where my rant stops - We can; do what we can to learn from the external sources of information about our past to make our present future a better more composite understanding, but the past is dead and gone (most probably these have been destroyed completely by the following civilizations which did not learn anything from the past and yet were so eager to destroy it to create another replica of insanity!). 

But there is an easier way to understand human history, emotions, needs, and consciousness. The way is to look within our own brains. The brain developed by genetic makeup - a composite of our ancestors learning and mistakes. 

Our initial and oldest part of the brain developed from reptiles is the mid/hind brain; also called 'reptilian brain'. This developing more than 500 millions years back (who knows how old it is; I don't trust shit like carbon dating!)

The oldest part of brain being responsible for controlling your involuntary functions and emotions - breathing, fear, instinct. The base of the base - which is required to sustain physical life. 

The middle brain is highly developed for us mammals - controlling complex emotions, sexuality, and has the grand pituitary gland - which controls all the other glands in turn of our body

The most recently developed part of the brain (any guesses why its most recently developed - as it has the impressions of our past life stored) --> This is where the cerebellum and cerebrum are located. The most advanced feature of our brain - divided into hemisphere, each controlling one aspect of complex life - communication, consciousness, integration of thought, logical dissection, analysis etc. This is how in today's world we see who is smart of not, thanks to this part working overtime or over smart. 

Now we as neo-humans have integrated only the most recent part of the brain into our understanding, while leaving aside the older regions of brain - as they continue to function almost mechanically without any deeper intune connection to each other. This is where our inquiry into ourselves could help us understand ourselves better than before. 

The memory stored through frontal lobes is also connected to the limbic system - connecting thoughts to emotions and vice versa. These lobes also help construct spatial constructs, language, abstract thought processes (which translate into practical realities)

The memory is stored long term is created by the hipppocampus (memory formation) and then stored in the lobes. This only refers to our conscious created memories? I do not believe so, the older parts of the brain contain genetic information which come from our past. These can be accessed in states of regression; hypnosis and psychedelic detachment. The state where there is integrated behavior from brain - where all the parts are being accessed at the same time. Is when we start accessing our past and our present future potential. 

many of the diseases past on from our ancestors is also a sort of memory - the memory of disease of fear or motivation - is something which resides in us. These memories are from another unit called DNA. The DNA is to be found everywhere - in short we are made up of things from the past (though a woman has better ability to integrate this than men, and hence women are generally more in tune and more confused than men - as they find this split understanding of genetic makeup from her parents difficult to consolidate than a man who receives only one sort of genetic information from one source)

We in short are the collective moment of everything and everyone from the past which have lived and died to create the grand moment now of I - ness. This is exemplary  the only downfall being - we never look within to see without, and rather keep moving in some sort of goal orientation to reach somewhere, without learning/unlearning from the past!

Our understanding of even our physical anatomical selves is very primitive - as we have not spent any amount of time learning about who we are, where we come from as compared to where we are going and what it will get us? 

Genetic memory is firmly embedded in our lobes as well our genes. They are fusion of this life experience and our past ancestral experience. Now where I beg to differ from other parapsychologists - is that our memory is not limited only to our particular lineage - it is indeed a collective unconscious residing in memory - which is not limited to the generation or race in which one is born into. It is a collective understanding through all life which has lived before and experienced learning and cognitive collections. 

There are particular methods by which our species has in the past and even now accessed these memories and experiences without undergoing them, some call it meditation or theta wave understanding, past life regression through hypnosis, psychedelic ingestion and dissociation. Dance and shamanistic experiences with emphasis on isolation and self learning.  The only question which remains is that whether we want to access it, whether the time spent on learning from past is of any advantage to us. 

I firmly understand this to be pertinent. As we have time and again failed collectively to progress our evolution in a direction beneficial and inclusive to all. We have instead spent enough time building the basic blocks without providing them any value and just in time destroying it all; just to start over again (look at our past grandeur and it shall seem to be more worth less than rubble it has been forced to become now!~)

Relook Revisit Reconnect

Peace

Forced Into Noticing

 

I started developing notions of my life ending, after I saw deaths take place in front of me. I was forced to notice for the first time, how life ends abruptly. Rudely cruelly without giving an inclination of what we had to fulfil.

I took a journey to south america. I wanted to meet a so called master who could help me transcend this vague yet gnawing sense of impending doom. I was a no body in my day to day city life. I was without attention – almost just funding my journey from a day to another. Given the respite of the forgetful night. I was zoned into this maze structure of cities and buildings. Never leaving one, never realizing the outside world at play.

I landed up somewhere in peru, a friend of mine introducing me to a brujo. A person with so called mystical states of being. A control over space and time. I was open to new beliefs. Cause my own belief system was so superfluous and benign. It was not dedicated to help me break my notions of purpose of life, or even death.

The brujo, small and dark, as south Americans would be; We could not converse cause of lack of similarities in language. He looked at me without concern, why would he be bothered I knew. But did he know anything was my concern.

I trekked with him, it looked like all he did for a life was trek. I was amazed at this, I never could fathom people would waste their precious time such, I was not understanding perhaps what he did or could do. I was open to such notions now, probably after 4 decades of my life over – but with the opening up of deaths taking place traumatically. I wanted to know what my future was to look like. Maybe he saw this determination, he gave me weird food and we trekked for 2 days without stop. My friend departed mid way and it was him and me – without semblance of any cultural or lingual unity. I wondered what the strange person could do to me amidst the scenery.
The scenery is peruvian, its ancient and complete with hills and thick jungles. Its rainy and misty. Its cold and maybe a bit sticky. But its complete and lovely. My foot hurt as we set upon an ancient burial ground for his colleagues? His friends or people of his tribe? I really did not know anything about him, was he a man who ran away from cities just like me some years back? hiding away from the grim realities of what he might have done, or the world did to him?

He looked at me with awesome speed as I was mentally rehearsing to ask him something pertinent through sign. He spoke in cold definite english with delight – “ Take off your shoes you idiot. This is a garden of delight. Come and vanquish your brain as I make you insane”

I could not fathom this. The sight covered in ancient mounds big enough for men to sit and be covered around by rock – He looked at my eyes, He saw the huge trees covering nestling this ground atop a tiny hill. He was atop one of them?? What the fuck was happening.

He saw my plight, and he touched my back – my spine and then plucked a flower from the side. “Eat it son, You are fucking dumb. Let nature be your guide; for I cannot spend my time anymore on you. But if you bring to attention – then you shall definitely see our play”, and he was looking at the mounds and perhaps the trees so thick and tall at the same time.
I ate the leaf flower, blue yellow in color. My nights vanquished in true horror, as I saw what the brujo meant. His eyes becoming intense with twilight. He was sitting cross legged like he was to be covered himself in this rubble – and as I thought this – He smiled.

“Yes I am to die, You are a fool that you tried to escape to find a way to cover or work around it. You have fallen right into its trap, come and put rocks around me before I transmigrate into my totem under the moon light – then you really will die! Come cover me and see the show. Its not going to be useful to run. We are covered~”

This english, so polished, and as I covered him with rocks from around slowly – he chanted a beautiful song, nature covering him whole as he did. His eyes on the tree tops. He spoke to me

“See the joy in living, See what it is to be free, you think of despair when you die or see those you love die – but when you connect with her. The mother of life knows only how to kill what she has destroyed to feed what is alive. This is true mercy, joy of another kind. Nature builds you to fuel you to burn you alive!”

and he started laughing with this like a mad man in ecstasy. The steps of my ruin, I started to understand what he just said to me in so few words; My healing was to find a way to tolerate this jungle which i was forced into noticing! The second time! Jungle showed me varied life, it showed me carcasses of those not lucky to have survived. This entire breathing building – ecological and organic was something which had been sustaining itself and growing over time! This was supreme example of being alive (by dying and sacrificing for another!) There was no such example of a master alive. This is what the brujo had meant to me, when he said let nature take care. I understood his intent,

He was covered in small rocks all around. He told me to go a particular direction where I would find another ground. He spoke to bury myself or with help – for a year in time, when he could come get me. If i survived, maybe another year. If i did not. He would see me all the sooner!

I did without question, gave my life away. Nature has been a hard task master yet a mother without any respite. Loving smothering me into her lap of life. I wait silently for the day where I will crackle like the ancient trees falling in sheer delight. When I would set myself free to the sun, to take rebirth from the manna of dark matter – causal natures endlessly creating life.

Peace and Joy!

Expunge Your Self

Throw out the dirty linen, make believe in the power beyond. 

Sort out your manna matter - make your rage calm down. 

Break open your fragile shell and remove the yoke of sorrow. 

Bring down the lightening on your house - make it sparkle inside your heart. 

Expunge your being and remold it like an artist inspired. 

Create a carcass before dying and make it dance around. 

Your cover is your weakness, your fear your demise. 

Expunge the breadth of your self and break free from your confines. 

Remove the rage of repression, do it all the time. 

Accept your shortcomings - unlearning is not a crime. 

Explode in euphoric love - this is our past legacy and suits us fine!

Aim the Arrow at the head, take off the noise making device. 

Stop the inflow of pain - mask it no more with being vain. 

Expunge the disease that stops you dead in your tracks. Remove the battery of agonizing thoughts. 

Take a single look around - Your surprise will not be confounded. 

Give your touch back; You do not know how much you have been missed. 

Love like the birds - fluttering around. Laugh like the wise; making no sound

Take hold of your hands - raise them to the sun. Make your light radiate; Expunging your self. 

Expunge the wrath; making blood boil.

Cut off the head which bites itself. 

Peace

The Blossoming (Intelligent Design)

The heart chakra has moved on. Opened up to the world of possibilities  not divided by the veil of Maya no more. The heart has severed all illusions of separations wit one quick blow. 

The heart is blossoming and I can see it on my flushed face; the colors all drawing out and rushing out of space. The nature of organic intelligent design now so serenely understood. 

We care to look for things which we create - which we can admire. The things which have created us and the ecosystem around us are just taken for granted, we are born into this strange and beautiful world - its scenic endeavors and varied often loving, often mysterious life forms. Yet we can do no better than mindlessly-recklessly stomp on these beings - cause we are self involved beyond belief in the quest to create something from our own hands and then admire it. 

Take a look - every single person you admire or know of (famous dudes) are known and admired cause they have created something (similar to a god), and we spend umpteen attention and time to awe at such creations - be it a plane, a nuclear reactor or a work of art. We feel good to feed the ego and admire what we create as if it was something which could not be duplicated. Yet it is, not in an absolute sense - but yes it has all been already created before *You want to know the proof - then take a deeper look at yourself*

The heart chakra knows it all, it is the collective center of power and consciousness for this entirety. The heart chakra creates the true sense of union and communion for uniting and experiencing this awesome state. It is here where we realize that though we are individuated  we are in the garb of being separate - yet we are really one of the clogs of an intelligent design. Of natural design. This we call as nature/prakriti/eco and bio systems for this planet. 

This fantastic intelligent natural mind - has created varied forms of machines and minds, of beautiful and intricate patterns and DNA which creates symbiotic and even parasitic relationships. You want to know what else it has created? 

It has created people like you and I, this intelligent design is an evolutionary miracle - it has the ability to create neurons which can question their own path - their own need and nature. This is unheard of in any of the so called artificial intellegence which we are so proud to create (the robots, machines, interfaces, systems, storage devices, nano and what not else technologies). 

Soon enough man will be able to master artificial understanding as well along with biological repair - and he will again be extremely proud as if the achievement was his own. Who is to say otherwise?

The true achievement is this intelligent adaptable and mutable nature - which creates us, which molds us to question our own potential and reality. This sort of DNA storage structure - is unheard of. It cannot be replicated by us till date; and of course how would be - our civilization has fell many times over with the absurdity of importance we place on our so called advancements. Advancements which have no need requirement in the first place. 

You could equally question why nature produced this form of perennial quest at life - why we are needed here in the first place, and these doubts will be cleared with communion with this universal mind. The mind which will show what a joy it is to lose itself in the heart. The heart which has no purpose or place other than to shower endless grace in form of conscious power to enlighten its own nature - to revel in its own bliss. 

We can see that this intelligent design is the work of gods, we are put in the biosphere playground to figure out the beauty and trickery which nature plays on us to keep us blind (for most of our lives), yet one single event could change all of this. Its that vision quest which is the blossoming of our heart and souls. 

Peace

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

 

Pink Floyd and their crazy interpretations. Such surreal wisdom through the power of language (music and sound) have been communicated and experienced. Music indeed has made all of this come true.

Music and its notes, which are to be heard and not learnt. They are renditions of this ancient universe’s imprint. Perhaps its unique to this universe and the way it breathes and exists. Through noise and then through form. Energy manifesting like a crazy diamond out of the fire.

Hidden alchemy of the mystics is exactly what music also achieves. Alchemy transforms the nature of everything it incorporates. So does mystic music. Energy vibrations which one of our senses can appreciate to some extent (we really cannot hear much frequencies) – makes the energy feel itself to being alive!

I am a crazy diamond, going to be forged in the extreme fires of chaos. I am the shining star who is going to sing my days and dance my nights away. I am the chosen composition which has decided itself to be! celebration! and path to silence! (what a beautiful action which music plays!)

So lets strum the notes, blow the conch, beat the drum. Please play music all the time. You can see the effects of this sexy crime. Please Believe me, elevate it, what you got and not! You will yourself through this vibration celebration divination of life musica. So start the show and exude it so….

Peace

Poets of Fall

 

Manifold Damage and caustic burnout. The limp, capitalistic princes all keep falling from their towering palaces; climbing their entire lives away, the poets drinkup and vomit out their rage (aren’t all of us sad poets of our lives?). The lives of commoners now very common indeed. All looking to climb the staircase to somewhere? (climbing still?)

People hither and thither rubbing their grimy thoughts onto others. Giving the subtle yet stark vibration of stinking burning rubble. This aint no fun place.

Everyone finding (trying) a star to their name perennially. Becoming finally the deserving stars of apathy and disgrace, everyone finding a suitable settled image of their dead selves, marrying it and becoming filthy old. Old and of no use other than further fluttering their grime to no end.

I am fed up, and I can see it in your kind soulful eyes as well beloved, such sweet romance lost cause of these old infirm idiots playing as if they knew the game. My My, why is it that we cannot take off our gaze (towards each other!) Is this some sort of drug? A melancholy which we must erase? I cannot fathom myself in this world; cannot imagine a divine trip like you to be here as well. Take my hand, we aint gonna be no poets of the fall this time around. We going to leap fly into inner space!

You kiss like the sky. Fly like the comet right into my mind. Land up like you know me, own me, and we have created a world together here and now. In such intense bliss; aint it a shame to see that we are beyond repair hah  !!

Come and shine up this caustic corroded scene. Where the hearts of many are few and just ours oh lover is enough to light and show the way!

Peace

Failed To Give

 

Failed to give it up? all away?

Without care, so much could be lost. Simple and faithful; we ride on each others backs. If we failed to give; perhaps it would be a chance gone, never to be reclaimed or celebrated.

I failed to give my love away, so simple and such a profane mistake. I drowned myself in petty anger and jealousy. Trivial issues became so much more intense compounded by my head, never heeded to the sincere light in my heart, beckoning me to invite others over. To have a feast of my self. Eating my flesh drinking my blood. Giving away the love of Christ (so people know and say).

How could I have failed so irrevocably?

I failed to tread my path with devotion and peace. I made my nights a living hell, and my days made my nightmares come true. I wanted to run over others and myself in some sort of anxious neurosis. I wanted it all, enjoy and never every think about anything but satiation. But how could I have failed to measure my strategy? How could I have lived so fucking mechanically?

I failed to receive and appreciate what I got with grace, I took it all; consumed and shat it out the next day like it was the way to live? How could I fail to have the love to bind myself into this existence. My time has come to an end, and all I have to look back is at days and nights where I could not stand myself and had to shield it in the cloak of friends, liquor and butchery of life; feeding it to my fucking gut.

How could I not cry when I fail to stand still, to try to realize who it is that I am, my maker? my mother? I just took it for granted, like all of you… and yes all of us have failed. In depth and In shit; it is not even worth it if you cannot fathom the mistake which we are making.

Our lives, our soul honour and badge. Our lives in making, Our celebrations and funerals. Our trip does not end here – it just goes on to make believe lands beyond. Our greed and insatiable brains. Our fucking hormones making our lives a burning raging destructive pit of despair

I fail, If I do not communicate, my intent, my nature, my soul, flowering in simple agony. It is my life that is the result. It is my impression and its consequences which are affected. I cannot afford it any more, The time is for change.

If I fail again, I would be happy knowing and in peace that I tried my level best. To give what I received. Humbly; even if there was no one to take.

Peace