I. eye.

The concentric rings, core black in the centre and brown and blue or green or black spreading out the cornea like a spider’s web a smooth layer of skin flaps it to change images formed at the mind and fleeting in 1/10th of a second but the impression on subconscious lasts forever the first memory! Close your eyes, that u see are a glimpse of invoked divinity. Untainted. then you may ask questions when you were dead or enlightened in human world we call it sleep the missing piece of life and so many hours lost to it.., you ask what did I saw it is not known dreams of very unique nature some of it becomes embedded not to be forgotten till the end and some you force on yourself to occur, natural is the way let it come on you. Receivers work is to receive and display clear.

Reverse the wheel go deep down remember it all scattered pieces of existence not neatly symmetrical but still crucial for identity the intangibility of which the self is made the ethos, the character, the very own nature. It cannot be undone once started it only flows forward with again bits and pieces adding some make sense and some seem totally alien. The oldest small spark in the head everything adding to the unknown balance sheet Surreal seems confusing and which the mind cannot comprehend it rejects outright but then to change to alter dimensions is not what I suggest. I ask to make this dimension the altered one

The images get in and get out some get stuck in the filter the filter is your intellect the material used decides what it will keep and what it will reject.. The eye sees the aim and the aim wants the eye the ultimate balance that keeps all intact …. In infinity v r lost and in limits we succeed whenever the quest for the limitless is made the limited gets lost… its an achievement or a tragedy is yet to be decided but our forefathers changed some rules they for the convince of their children and understanding the sheer dumbness encompassing us which they could foresee captured the unlimited in the bottle of wine the shaped divinity which are tapped by meticulous still doable ways.

The precious exercise is to make the eye see what is hidden to generations mind is a gimmick it deludes and senses are slaves, the visions are an imp tonik which differentiates the special.. the power centers focused on by mind have the ability to do what is really wished for but the animal inside humans has to tamed in the right manner or else it creates havoc the practice is quite essential. It a process of lifetimes but they are short lived due to the addiction of the game. The naked wanderer is the real king. Faiths only I ask you to give to the universe. In abundance and that’s all... rest is automatically taken care of. The rhythms are ancient and the rites are continuous. The adoration never stops once you uplift and know the real there is no turning back. The karma pulls back but the penance like a knife cuts it.

The brightness inside a tiny dot fucking bright. That’s soul. Remember it’s the essence. Bring it to the centre of the forehead and raise it. Put the memories in fire. Purify them and as well the desires for future…. there u stand naked with the bright light in the centre of forehead. Pushing towards extremes break the chord balance is the key. Nothing is to be overdone. Just the eyes in the eyes, the visual coitus maintained. Finally some tears may roll out of longing and the skin lids close. But the balls still see. Don’t wish MOKSHA its devastating total annihilation even a new born is better he kicks and cries but the person on the verge of moksha is in coma. Will seem to you externally so atleast. …

Feel it inside like hunger or restlessness as you focus,.. The vision has to be of the above and pure... Just keep on walking and one day you without knowing U yourself end up submerged into the sea.

I don’t know how this flowed. But whatever happened has more heart than mind.

Left handers are wonderful They have the right brain working for them.

The echoes are transmitted.

Ekta On Hunt

The clouds made the day peak towards the end early there has been an ongoing rush of downpour which looks everlasting the idiot box has been blasting out of the same situation with increasing casualties but still the wet lord does not stop its sprinkling tap. Clouds gave us an excuse and by 5pm we were at zirakpur in a small unknown house in the by lanes temporarily abandoned by the original owner for once a year ritual to visit their elder son so the younger was left for us to bear. 3 of us were enjoying the freedom we acquired and the young lad whose house we were about to devastate was least bothered. immersed in his taste of sorted out occasion suited jagjit singh cd ~ rotating and kissing the lens of the boutique player,

To my amazement the alcoholic intake supplier seemed to know the exact preferences learnt by heart of both the mammals. Their eyes were more brightened by the soothing feel of the green glass bottle the one which had recently witnessed devastating effects on the Indian local beer market, I for a change demanded the Russian transparent liquid. The session was started with a small ritual of cursing the side snacks for not being 5 star perfect the effects started settling in within 50mins of repeated action of hands munching & sipping and fantasying realities what even the mind cannot control. . . the outside could b heard with a heavy rush of h2o from unknown heights. The electricity was an out of question luxury and the inverter had already died on us. So a stand having 3 candles was readily available

SET and SETTING was perfect the time was near to crash down and the bed was generous enough to accommodate 3 male arses. Puneet was the guy who in such circumstances without diverting his mind wanted to sleep and Praveen the boy who was the host was flexible and subtle enough to understand my devilish mind… the most imp topic of the night was introduced by me the Experiences of the Paranormal and how such things exist. Puneet thought that he should dig a hole in the bed and get inside but we managed to gullible him to listen. I told him of my college days when my flat’s first floor was said to b haunted by an eunuch’s (hijra) ghost and it was seen by the room owner hanging from their ceiling fan at night he got high fever the next day and ran in a week… the other being the Nagaland girl’s story who use to sit in the corner of the room cuddled posed in ring style. Puneet was already getting the jitters and Praveen was supporting me for the cause, other incidents of MEHINDI PUR BALAJI the sacred temple of LORD HANUMAN G the holy place which is v powerful for such miracles to be seen where v get rid of all ghosts and Bahan garh the no~1 haunted place of INDIA in Rajasthan where none is allowed in the fort to enter after 6pm, the hills were left so the focus went to Kasauli hills and how Praveen had experience of paranormal nature.

The chiller came from Praveen when he told about the in house experience of someone poking him and speaking his name in the same house where we were staying and they had to do a purity havan ritual and the most striking account of Chandigarh’s own haunted house in SECTOR~16 which among all the well built well lit adored houses was a widow, a charred forgotten devastated house complete ruins.. The story behind it like every place haunted was that ex BEAUROCRATS son and his friend had raped a girl EKTA and killed her after that they all died mysteriously. One day as told by Praveen he had gathered the courage to enter that house in night 2am with his 4 companions after having some quick shots of liquor. They formed a chain and went with mobile lights on. It was drastically smelly all unwanted energies they could feel someone as if calling inside though nothing substantial happened as the vaastu was crumbled and bad there were basements through secret doors in rooms and further basements and kind of a asymmetrical error maze , Praveen and the five others after 25 mins of excavation were terrified internally and decided to go out not breaking that chain, and after they were out Praveen himself noticed written on the front wall clearly in red EKTA ON HUNT. This is no joke but a real life experience even I now practicing for some time circles unknown got startled and had to gather my soul to fight the dark the imagination gives you more chill then the real unknown. My advice is simple and practical don’t put your foot where the ground is soggy or else u will fall.

By the end of this real time experience we saw Puneet and he was totally inside the bed sheet on his face and terrified to the hilt. V had to switch on the light which had come by then ~ perfect timing. I consoled Puneet and made him forget the dark world which we had stepped in there was a short break and Praveen stood up for a smoke, water and Puneet also rose to follow as Puneet left the bed and the door I tip toed unnoticed behind already fear inflicted Puneet and b4 he could understand just in a FLASH OF A SECOND I held him from the back and made a weird sound, the action had more than a equal and opposite reaction , it was sight to see he jumped and was frenzied totally horrified he was in a state of semi heart attack, our mission was achieved. We had to make him overcome his fear but instead he was trying to grab and punch me right in my face and I was running like Jerry.

If you want to conquer someone install your fear in his mind let him get inflicted and then attack the job was half done already you will just do the formalities.

Excerpts from recent trip to Chandigarh

Divine Intake

21st CENTUARY: 2010

It all starts from someone who brings u into the covenant u are alien to its basic nature. always known as a option looked down upon and not to b chosen even restricted by law but still outnumbered, mass following increasing day by day people from the anvil ~ novices trying it on a regular basis getting used to that alien smell the noticing aspect is the art by which it is created from starting to end comparing both the novice and the expert the difference lies in the small details. Armatures these day are preoccupied in walking through the lanes of this craft getting used to the mechanic process which is integral to the experts nature, the uninitiated travels the path to be an expert by each passing day and the expert longs for its memoirs when he was what he is not today when 1 drag would give him those moments which are lost now although presently he remains in a perpetual trance state. He longs for the catharsis.

The hands twitch and there comes a fine sheen of white paper all symmetrical with a unique Spanish name Rizilla, the intelligent prefers to customize the act to suit the group's current state, the proportions of mixing the tobacco flakes with the green dried grass are so precisely monitored as if its gold in making and it becomes a subconscious fetish. The fingers then have to administer fine work of camouflaging so that there is no caste bar remaining between the two cousins, evenly distributed on the white sheen it is held up with calculated angels of thumb and fine fingers where the small dwarf is ready to b inserted at the conjunction of the rolled crescent and the cave part of human face, finally the balancing touch of the tongue’s slimy liquid touched in moderation eventually uprising a long round pole shaped formation flourishes , The MISSION is achieved voila the baby is born.

With so much intangible satisfaction attached to it the consumption starts for the 1 who is a rookie he sits with impatiences with gleaming eyes and lord Agni is invited to light the pole which has so high stakes as its not machine made , he becomes enchanted by what he sees, there may b t lights , trance/Buddha ambient music and then the covenant gears up for the rotations of inhalation & exhalation’s mechanical process the mind bends and gives up to the new found luxuries personal gratification begins taking control of the arena very few take time to understand the substance and I feel sorry for the newbie’s who have abused the art for finding personal god’s and jailing them in their own illusionary domain getting off side from the tracks of the real understanding, the hard earned decorative is finally burnt to a golden bright circle of fire enhancing selfish angels which are portrayed with big ego boxes , I strongly feel there has to an institute where learning can happen on the real usages, techniques and understanding of the plant.

THE ELEVATED DIMENSION

The first half was aimed to bring to light the present real time case scenario where the usage is umpteen mixed with alcohol and u know what. The reasons are many and names are plenty, Ganja Weed Grass Charas hashish MARIJUANA. Unknown a smoker speaks hailing lord Shiv this is his Prasad not a problem smoking it, across our subcontinent people in plethora administer it not expensive so sorted after by many.

Let’s now zoom out of this pathetic human dimension and zoom into mount Kailash for a change to make things familiar to your conscious otherwise think what you may because he is all pervasive. Lord Shiva is perpetually in a Samadhi state,unconscious, semi conscious or fully conscious only he himself knows this is the Shiva force In this form that v see as an image since time immemorial in temples, questioning this would be like asking why does river Ganges doesn’t flow in the opposite direction. We understand that Shiva is the supreme consciousness and so many secrets unfolds to the seeker much learning happens just by looking at him thoughtfully, more than a god head he is a mystery and unravels with great understanding.

Shiva is god to all devas asuras and humans etc, his ways are distinct and his name is ancient and resounding in the universe. Now he has this strange habit of consuming the grass which humans don’t have a hint to decode and it makes the fact more strong that our ancestors were monkeys because we simply replicated that what we see. This life for many of us is not that eventful in the full course and at times person wants to forget everything and just b with himself this is just a small understanding that I see through, Shiva is out of time the bigger aspect called Mahakal so he has been a key witness to much chaos like the architect in matrix.

He feels happy his way and remembering not just 1 life time but many eons is taxing on Shiva so conch chillum filled with marijuana makes him forget the world he is the destroyer and for him there is nothing to remember. The world comes and goes but he remains and all is him, weed brings less sleep and immediate concentration and thoughtlessness, so a small drag for him is allowed after all he is the one who started the process of consumption , other than this logic there are spiritual effects > there is a curse on marijuana which is first removed and used by tribal people to control hunger so it was more then simply pleasure intake it is a rough grass not found in tame lands.

So there are many hidden secrets to the substance and 1 known prominent benefit is it brings happiness laughter and light mood, so nothing bad after the act of destruction he is still guilt free because its his karma to do that, lastly as said by the great lord himself somewhere when advised not to smoke on harms of memory loss, lighting his chillum he said

“that is exactly why it is good no idiot who smokes this is afraid of forgetting he is scared of not forgetting and the guy wondered what terrible past could have initiated Shiva to get addicted to this strange stuff.

Oh even I finished my stick, my small insisting to all ~ think twice before smoking there is a karma gathering on you while you divulge deep into the pleasure there will b a repay of it not now may b later, do it the safer way .ASK ME …

Ps:

> This has been my original understanding of the subject I picked with my own experiences also yes met the long matted guys who are masters of the art

>Some lines are taken from the immortals of meluha to suit the occasion.

>That’s a small view point on lord Shiva you may have yours as many minds so many are the universes and so are the gods.

Golden Flames

lingering fragrance in the subconscious, sensous, serene, tantalizing. The perennial wait of the weight which the flesh longs sometimes so light so swift not at all felt and at other instances heavy enough to crumble you down .The warmth it has is sweet and addictive this it is not a carnal craving but a pure feeling primordially belonging to many lifetimes the real contact is just a final flowering of the fantasies the dreams an array of continuous longings of the jigsaw to be complete.

Interesting enough the divine forces had even scummed to it the most arduous pure not affected were charmed and indulged though they realized later that even their involvement for this whimsical moment had pushed them down deep into the abyss but still they were tempted enough to take the risk just a small spark would rise a desire so strong that would consume the whole being. this is the beginning which is feared always but once entered has path of no return

There is an old technique less known to mortals but personally experimented by me and the followers of the oriental practices would know, that the desire is controlled by the mind and the mind by breath so if breath is managed so is the end resultant controlled to once accordance but how many us take the path against the flowing stream of consumptions

There have been citing that the angels had also fallen for the human race the pleasure so enticing that though knowing the long run outcomes not favorable they risked and involved. The word FALLEN was used by the pure beings of that race because the connotation of this word is negative and according to me the lot of the angels more strict and confiding by the code didn’t see their contemporaries compromising their purity for that pleasure which was of blood and flesh, again demeaning human race is not a very attractive idea to be accepted by me because on oriental arena there are a plethora of cases where god has entered the human body to be a part of us and being amongst us to make us realize that we are but the one and only HIM.

This is my small understanding where I contradict with some serious western scholars but how does it matter that flame is not wiped out the ancient urge still resides in us all. The westerners have classified it as devilish the oriental as forbidden only some brave have looked into and experimented and encountered it by the face that happiness is totally unfathomable so many have written so much but the wait of that soft weight near you makes you go numb this is one experience that if monitored in moderation can be a real out of world experience and if u are smart enough u get it free! lol