Blast

Joining the circle holding hands tightly they watched the bright light over their heads, straight up… No one blinking, it was a situation of awe of mere tran(sand)ance…

Time had stopped it was frozen for all 4 of them a loud echo of a longing female voice in the background fading and emerging in crest and troughs. there is no sky or earth for the preliminaries to form an acquainted platform which is a trickery by the mind to find support but not this event is not even suspended in oblivion it is very much real,, I pinch you now u my man, just ahead, and hey boy, did u feel it ..

the deep in ur skin thing I did it just now… and with the intensity it came, it now lingers with a sweet memorable aftereffect like the after taste of mint.. the slight twitch of tongue feels it.

A drop of mercury has just got separated from the main element and if u compare both they both are complete and potent, the drop comes from the main element but isolated it is the main element if the main mercury vanishes then none but it "the Drop" suffices.

A monochromatic ray of sound without any drums and bass to support it adrubtly stops to give space, pregneant to start again, as if you are standing on the edge of a sledge and I push it just on the edge and it goes down, u indeed want it to roll and go down but there is a bit of hesitation the fear in the stomach justified and has its place but once done u want it repeated till infinity as an addiction loop processing itself,

coming back to the original premise of the bright light the people in the circle have vanished - oh you didn’t realize u moron, in the between time till I carried you away in the willies and woollies of my enticing passages of sweet nothings they were all prepared to be submerged into that big round color less mass. Also to mention initially it was white but then it was not supposed to be.. it can have its own will. Why only humans would do that and feel exclusive. The event is such which is hard to transmit.

The band is loud on the background with fast beats remixed local style and the Indian groom is going on the horse face covered the mayhem following him Irony at its best. On the contrary the owl sits quietly in peace but "ALERT" in great darkness in large fields. Watching human less eons.

Are we ready for the unknown.

It(unknown) seeps in slowly so we feel comfortable but over time the arena is again new compared to the old. Time makes it seemless. And we in coma don’t give a damn fuck.

How beautiful ///// \\\\\\

Laila Lee.

Inputs from the Horses mouth !

One starts getting experiences only after years and years of sadhana considering we are starting from NIL with respect to past life samskaras of 0 Spiritual inclination.Regarding the practise of celibacy - The goal of all sadhana is to attain and acquire shakti and to be one with the deity so that you can say in truth - aham brahmasmi or shivo aham and not in vedantic sense that all orkut users know that we are god and you are god and she is god or he is god. We all know it but its a knowledge without realization which sadly has no use.

Now, Do not take anyones word except that of Ramakrishna Paramhansa, Vimlananda as these two often said Celibacy is needed for every sadhana initially. Otherwise, you are bound to mess up things. Regular practice of any spiritual discipline for a period of 6months to 1year will make your foundations strong and as Vimlananda says that will activate the forces of nature to assist you. So , Read Aghora more and more to learn something new as long as you dont have a physical Guru. Spiritual discipline in this age is Japa which has been recommended by Sages and Divinities. However, Homam or fire rituals are more effective considering the effects,hence to start with you must think of doing the worship of MahaGanapati in fire, i can arrange for someone who can come and teach you if you are serious about getting a spiritual experience. This is the order of my guru to teach and preach the rituals of fire to anyone who is willing to learn.First think of worshiping Ganesha then you can think about the form of devi...... This is the will of Vimlananda - page no 50 of Kundalini - Aghor2

f one does not acquire shakti - and keeps on spending it by indulging in gratification. How will he do sadhana.... So the rules of sadhana is same for all initially until one becomes a Siddh. Who is a Siddh? One who attains the siddhi of a particular deity or power through sadhana. For such an entity, the rules can be bend as he has achieved a level of success but not for you , me or any of those guys who are still in the journey. Hence , the key is to be patient, believe in scriptures and have faith. That will really help you rather than reading confusing posts. My few cents , ignore or accept it - your wish your call...

Mother is eternally graceful on her children.The past is to be forgotten that is why nature does not allows anyone to remember their past life. Ignore what ever you had done in the past and start working hard in present. She will help and she has to as she too is bonded by the law of karma. All spiritual experiences gets you closer to your deity and soon your limited personality of astral body starts getting replaced by that unlimited personality of a deity who is a part of that ultimate supreme. That is why we all need a Guru why coz Guru represents the Shiva - The parmesthi Guru - the supreme knower of all and everything. Guru teaches us to be like shiva - who is shiva the one who is completely still and rock solid in his dharna-focus. And all aghoris and tantrics worship Shiva coz we want to be rock solid and still while doing sadhana. Only when your focus is ultimate, you have the right to experience a bit of shakti coz then you resemble a part of shiva. And last but not the least, in samshan you cant let your mind waver , you will be screwed with serious damages. Hence, we all do sadhana to be still in our mind,heart and body. Doing sadhana is more important.

I am a very small person and not even worthy of giving any knowledge to anyone. Whatever i said is something that i learned from my Guru out of his grace through some direct experiences.

As my Sadguru keeps on saying " Jhukh ti hai duniya ,jhukane wala chahiye.Keep on doing sadhana that even God is forced to come to you. Where will he go , he has no other alternative but to come to you" i firmly believe in what he says. If a moron like me who is a state of misery with all his weaknesses can get few experiences i am sure there are many who are better than me who can reach great heights.

Everything rests with Sadguru and Maa- she can make anyone reach heights within a blink of an eye.

Vande krishnam JagadGuru and glory be to Vishnumaya.

Floating

Your eyes open and you are in between the wide waters, huge mountains on both side and just calm stretch of river early morning 5am maybe so twilight ~ simple natural sounds but very heavenly and peaceful you are floating swiftly without effort just floating and there is no end to the floating u are in a state of no thought because your mind is unable to comprehend the vastness and magnitude of the whole scene it is overwhelmed by the whole setup.Let this instance be applied to our life so we are on 1,1,11 just a number but a number of awe like the movie 23 just a number but deep insight.

The New Year has a magical start and we are floating though the life river wide without ends to meet and the mind is overwhelmed because it is unable to comprehend the vastness each day has been new, new at least though there have been crazy, different, mundane, unwanted days but all new.These experience are worth documenting in a journal and who knows your book can b the next bestseller because truth doesn’t need selling it just shines bright amongst flaunted loud darkness which needs a source of illumination like a satellite.

These days there is a mad craving for peacefulness and they want to get it as easy as five stars and by tasting sugar they feel they have tasted the sugarcane. Delusions are self made and followed by mobs in a state when that illusion self induced is perceived as truth. I am no preacher or a god head before crowds start labeling me. I am a reflector, reflecting on my own self trying to show mirror to myself and analyze what I was and what am I becoming. This doesn’t help in any way because the routine needs courage to be broken and that is either cultivated with effort or inborn.

Immersed in the flow of life we have shut down ourselves to the glories of mind there is so much being offered everywhere that v have become just receptors and not explorers. Those who have dared were first tagged as crazy but eventually understood this is because of the flow of life moving in a specific direction and one speck trying to prove himself against the flow but some time not many not always but sometimes one in a million the speck wins.

Human got so obsessed with details that it did what it could and seconds ,minutes, hours, months, years were made though this is newly made but Hinduism has much elaborate methods of kalpa, praher etc, but when you consider the big picture it is all flow like a drop of water collected from the ocean but all ocean it is.

There is no end to my writing because I just keep on spitting my experiences which are at the end of the day my own. I just wish to gain what is hidden to many because I like exclusivity. Being gripped in the jaws of satan we still have hope to redeem ourselves that is the power of love of the father which can change the complete ball game just like the Indian hero arriving at the point of no return and returning back.

Wishing all my crazy readers a happy new year with 1.1.11 I hope the one ness increases we become the 1 to realize the one in many and many in one .The 1 shines out for others to be an example to resolve our faith that yes even for doomed there is chance to redeeming, there is hope this hope Is not residual but substantiated by action.

Lastly I just want to say let the life flow not be hindered with benchmarks but complimented with innovation discovery and rhythm. If u walk alone search for the hidden or if you are 2 then find a new you.

Forget your old self, cast of the snake skin be blank mind washed like a Chinese soldier/sportsman either after failure or victory he is blank ~ just become a baby and with those eyes you will see what you have missed till now.

Next 10 years will make us different. Hope aliens don’t raid us by then ;P

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and feel it yourself.

Death

Extremities fuels existence, balance justifies it. Single bead makes the whole rosary. There is no specific progression to this inner urge to procreate first at sublime then subsequently at gross state, but when the mind desires to it finds itself short of a prolonged coherent self sustainable thought, which becomes a commodity in short supply. The mainstream light of my insights remain concentrated on random deep milestones I hit on my journey. There are flips of bright sparks which are short lived so again for them to shine I may have to wait for ages.

I do my bit instead and weave the web from the nucleus towards the periphery resultant being a neat work of divine symmetry. A deep fear resides in each of us that we don’t feel happy to confront and after a certain age a sense of knows all be all factor sticks itself to the individual. This is due to what we have confronted throughout existence becomes the parametric set on which we reside to frame our opinions of the overall existence. On the contrast in realty only 2 percent pie is known of the whole pizza, rest is left to wild assumptions and to an extent influenced by unknown beings of fame unfamiliar to us always.

The massive sanity is insane and the methodical originally is the soul lost in mess. This is not a dying leaf of writing before branding labels it and that too not divinity itself but based on biased one side inclined mass opinion. We don’t understand why what happens that what happens in the way it happens the interesting aspect being that still there is a sense very rational attached to it maybe not understood completely to the mortals.

Death is what excites my nerves to the hilt as someone has quoted aptly “there he is and now there he is not” this is one aspect secondary only to birth. The two events are full of so much learning and so full of what they depict the two sides of the coin. That we are each second dying slowly but happily or are we already no more this has been and can be contemplated on till eons. This unknown phenomenon is lurking by the corner each second and we see it happing to someone else and we have made ourselves comfortable with its sudden and helpless occurrence. The event is still an alien for us but we still agree to live on the bylines ignoring it altogether maybe because here at our home land life is so much in abundance so a loss of it is hardly noticed.

The battery just wears out and it can happen just now while writing too and this text can b just left unfinished. What a beauty can there be in the unfinished, something which was about to be completed but could not because we are no more.

There is an abrupt pause for the soul a chapter closes in its life, the set of people known with lived with are no more known and then the same wholeness manifests itself on some remote corner of the earth, also we need to witness that both the events death and birth has a portion of pain attached but birth is more miserable as it makes a turmoil for the two. For death at least for each one his own like a personal inner-wear. Repulsed but we still need it.

It’s not that difficult just close your eyes and that if prolonged is what it is a simulation, if u need then go to sleep. Both the activities are connected. We have been fed so much in our brains that we lose our intellect to think in its own capacity of a certain aspect of being and then even if we do the new self centric question of how does it affect/benefit me enters you, but for the greater cause if the veil is lifted and reality known then the benefit is itself ruled out.

First to manifest and then to remove it, am talking about the soul here, it is a tough task.

Though you have committed murder many times on a mosquito or a lizard or oh we forgot the chicken remember on here not of because you have not killed the soul of mosquito but killed the vehicle carrying the soul that is the body, you have just made a choice that cannot be undone.

Just see the event it’s not easy to drive out life force out of these beings they get so self attached and identified to them. Non human life force forms a flow chart of existence and follows it perennially. Then consider it for us sane humans who have mind. For us it’s like giving away our prized possession our life. The question is to cherish it or to let it go or the balance of both which is said to be worthier.

this is very thin line visualizing the patient in the ICU fighting with the green graph trying to keep it alive and the next minute it can go blank.

Every man has an opinion … but still whatever you say, you r just a guest to stay …

Ranges @ Midnight

The road from my flat is a straight run spanning some 6 kilometers to the inception of a sidelined sharp hill borne cut at right the curvy road under the warm arms of tress and blackness crawls to the troy like black gate, at this hour even the champions prefer not to dream of the terrain amidst the obvious. I create the palate to paint my minds surreal journey to the Delhi shooting range. Switching your vision to night mode not green but "white" follow me to the grand entrance. The sun has the luxury to witness glories and the moon is abandoned always similar to a widow.

There is a presence of ethereal ectoplasm which is felt closely by me while navigating the new sleek slender stretched 16:9 ratio lanes evenly distributed, tough the magnificent arena stands empty at this hour there is only me as the witnessing spectator with only encompassing white darkness. No erratic blasts of barrel are herd on the contrast the balance is witnessed. the silence negates the loudness sum resultant 0.

Electrification of a single vertical unit (lane) gives enough light to introspect the massive extremities the area had witnessed just few days/hours back when a guy from Hyderabad lived perfection and another from zirakpur/gemrany went into Zen satori, also a mindful Bengali persistently makes sensual embraces with his trigger and leads his muse bleiker into ecstasy. As a ghost away from fiery stardome, managed to be largely unknown has his share of memories @times travelling on foot to the entrance and sometimes lucky enough to b dropped down by a Scorpio.

So many years invested turned some into immortals and others to camouflage into the herd. The early crisp mornings had seen the European robotic machines rising into air out of nowhere aiming at the end of the vertical y axis unit and frenzied human's fetish being fulfilled.
But @ this lucid hour there is only silence for those who were; who are; and who will be indulging in this never forgiving extravagant sport. 

I float out into the moonlit sky new structures standing on my right and left and front. Each has eons of stories to tell. This loneliness is not trembling but full of awe the nature of soul is to be alone while cloaked in form. Especially the ones who choose this discipline recognize this as a larger fact. The secret which unfolds here is to be alone in company, the mind created biases towards the convenient and the intellect selects. The screeching silence is deafening as the ear is conditioned to the barrels spitting bullets but the yin and yang the silence in the shooting is the secret firmament which is the elixir of our divine sport.  

This journey by me hopefully has a new meaning to the ancient art called S.H.O.O.T.I.N.G sport.

Bullet Buddha 

PROUD MOMENT

The road from my flat is a straight run spanning some 6 kilometers to the inception of hilly cut at right the curvy road under the warm arms of blackness crawls to the troy like black gate at this hour even the champions prefer not to dream of the terrain.amidst the obvious I create the palate to paint my minds surreal journey to the range. Switching your vision to night mode not green but white follow me to the grand entrance. The sun has the luxury to witness glories and the moon is abandoned always similar to a widow.

There is a presence of ethereal ectoplasm which is felt closely by me while navigating the new sleek slender stretched 16:9 ratio lanes evenly distributed, tough all empty at this hour there is only me as the witnessing spectator with only encompassing darkness. No erratic blasts are herd on the contrast the balance is witnessed. the silence negates the loudness sum resultant 0.

Electrification of a single vertical unit (lane) gives enough light to introspect the massive extremities the area had witnessed just few days/hours back when a guy from Hyderabad lived perfection and another from zirakpur/gemrany went into Zen satori, still I who managed 2 b largely unknown has his share of memories @times travelling on foot to the entrance and smtyms lucky enough to b dropped down by a Scorpio. So many years put in and turned some into immortals and some made to camouflage into the herd. The early crisp mornings had seen the European machines rising into air out of nowhere aiming at the end of the vertical y axis unit and frenzied humans fetish being fulfilled. But @ this hour there is only silence for those who were who are and who will b.

I float out into the moonlit sky new structures standing on my right and left and front.Each has eons of stories to tell. This loniless is not trembling but full of awe the nature of soul is to b alone while comig or going back. And esp the ones who choose this discipline recognize this as a larger fact. The secret which unfolds here is to b alone in company, the mind created biases towards the convenient and the intellect selects.

This journey by me hopefully has a new meaning to the age old act.

Called S.H.O.O.T.I.N.G

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.