Wastelands seen through a Mojito Glass

The space in which we exist has been shared by many, seen and unseen. Eyes makes believe and are the final proof of personal experiences. The more sublime and residual, sensory understandings come with certain command of 'knowing their presence'. 

The birds eye view or the third eye view but if we talk about the view from above - it zooms out like a jigsaw puzzle utterly messed up, but if monitored closely from above the raw unruly pattern all camouflages and fits in. 

At one of these blocks down on colonized earth we make our adobe of existence and amputate ourselves from the larger organism of that we are an integral part living in silos.

The maddening acceleration of development is a parameter of mental disorder & by achieving this primary we keep on justifying the unwanted chaos that is being generated at a multifold pace.

The blame if traced down to an accuracy of sniper would be the act of forbidden fruit partaken : a fancy story created by some ink on tree pulp for pinning our guilt and inability to elf regulate on an unknown fairy tale, so as to come to terms with the flow of universe and how we destroy is consistently. 

Evolution so meticulously designed by the supreme masterminds and given as a rare gift so to attain its full potential has been compromised for immature whims and fancies. 

Surprising uncovering is of the fact that what is considered as the epitome of success is nothing but a moment of recognition by an illogical group of human specie which themselves are in a state of constant flux, fear fed with their own insecurities, and facing bouts of restlessness meanwhile authorized for crowning us (in a dazed state) and we waiting to be crowned by them. (i consider our green herb as a better substitute for adrenaline rush) 

There is no desert or ice or sea gulping the lands but the here and now that is worst than the calamities mentioned above because they kill and leave barren lands - a clean slate - a reason, a will to start again and undo the doing - Eg: japan being a recent victim of natures anger,

but what to do of minds shining as diamonds from the afar but completely devoid of sanity at the inner sanctum. 

Wastelands are here to stay and grow by each passing second like 'Chernobyl' a deserted evidence of our so called fool proof scientific intelligence. There are oasis in the desert, there are islands - mid sea, there are milestones marking highways but are there any breakpoints for the engulfing menace we create at each passing epoch.

Wastelands are invisible and forgotten to human eyes having lost the vision to gather knowledge of their existence. 

They are all around us !!!

Peeping through a Mojito glass with floating lime chunks, finely crushed ice along with blended alcohol - acquaints me with a vision which is infertile yet charming. 

We are gifted but what we do of the GIFT is unthinkable. 

We create an ongoing everlasting process to manipulated simplicity. Creating vital energy and loosing it in a sneeze.

We stand at this podium the pinnacle of materialism and if v can boomerang well enough : our own mental frame - that very pinnacle is the doorway to our inner understanding and introspection. 

Wastelands are evidence that there was something fertile and fertility can be cultivated again. 

IT US UPON US TO CONSIDER THAT WASTELANDS EXIST BETWEEN TIME ZONES OF FERTILITY OR INVERSE.

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Neuron

Do me a Favor

3.57 am.

White glittering waxing and waning reflection of flaking snow descending slowly at a mild pace. The stars are minimal with faint light gummed with the red sky.  The moon sharp as a widow reflecting out of asylum.

A distant howl of a nocturnal carnivore who wants to feed again after monotonous interval of spheres.

Wholesome aura of deadness supported silently by the surrounding botany. A match lights up with intense struggle to flame a cigar and a candle, hilly breeze trying to eat the bones.Chilly breeze trying to eat the bones.

A discarded “Being” of society or a discarded society by a “Being” loves his new found elixir.

This can be West Russia or Alaska or maybe a location yet unknown for the support of mental frame.

The neighbor environment is of an intelligent terrain which is conducive for the “Being’s” ritual.

Una Paloma Blanka melody is hummed by the “Being” while engrossed in the “ACT”.  For it - is neither easy nor tough for the “Being”, an ACT, a process, an action free of any reason just like divinity does for itself asking reverence and commanding respect.

The “Being” is now a veteran at his forte and like excellence spread on the toast with a hint of salt pepper it is superfluous and river like.

They all (humans) need their reason but our “Being” carries it as a religious activity without question alike a mass conducted with regularity and discipline.

There is no monetary, physical, emotional benefit it desires. In the masses it camouflages easily because it is a ghost. No one bothers it, it bothers no one.

It=Being

The red fluid is spilled on the Whiteness of snow giving purity a serene sheen, sheen to the deadness we talked above; Tantra’s quote these colors as merging of Shakti (RED) with Shiv (WHITE). (METAPHORICALLY said)

The “Being” has just witnessed limit disappearing into infinity; there is no need of gore, shrieky panic and drama etc but just a pregnant sparky thought which does what is fulfilled moments ago. Mind rules our action and breathing rules our mind said the wise / & “Being” has mastered air management.

The fragrance of the “ACT” is encompassing as ether carries it to simultaneous epochs.

Uri Gellar did it his way by bending spoons. ”Being” managed by releasing life forces.

Babies are spared they are raw/ they are blank /they are naïve/ they live in indifference to happiness and fright. THEY FORGET.

New entries are made and the obsolete eaten away every day. Life-force plays hide and seek. The wholesome balance is still kept intact by a sublime process of birth and death.

In its neural catacombs the “Being” still lives every step it does to make the release - first mentally then in action.

Courts across believe that before the action is committed it is not a crime. Inside mental framework thoughts swim which are ascribed as harmless but right now someone is planning the ACT and our “Being “is getting alive in his/her cerebellum with limited scope as they still have reason as a crutch.

Lower species are not even emphasized or cared about before being annihilated but for human extinction they have a rehab system in place for the “Being”.

Anyone who crosses the line is bound to be doomed. We have a plethora of untreated corrupted scavengers who can be mass bombed, as they are termites rotting in their cubical cells except some who are genuinely shining with experience of living the “Being”.

Newspapers call it murder, killing or execution and they are precisely accurate because all the doers of the ACT don’t have the balance to do the ACT godlike, these are impatient aggressive bastards who do it because of some low grade calling such as for money or revenge or something - a feeling attached, our “Being” has surpassed these stages, Kasai is near cousin maybe but even he is doing good by feeding janta with animal loafs.

Our “Being” is just an ACT-man with no motive; its reason is the ACT and living it.

I have been pondering if this “Being” is a state of mind of many sane people who we see each day, who are doing the blank act inside them like a programmed flowchart process yet the action will may or may not happen, chances are of very less materialization & even if it emerges It will be a private affair only known partially by the glance by some other member of fraternity who are undergoing the process of living the ACT and mutating into the state of “being” , they say it recognizes similar and alike.

Other than just the release by the “Being” this proposition may deem fit for any other ACT negative or positive as perceived till now by masses, but done in a unique way with immersing in it and not driven  but driving the ACT saintly & sanely.

1930’s said deconstruct & reconstruct - kill all boundaries u knows. Be anew. MY take is of a small humble little poke.

Do the unthinkable.

Reason - till now what is - is unthinkable!!!  Just what seems familiar is all alien. Conditiong destroyed us. And yet some were able to destroy conditioning.

Discover Alien Experience.

Note:

Age is a number to again pin “The Being” but can be anyone above 15 because before that faculty of love is strong and feelings of good & Bad do exist but then all this starts evaporating as water wells in Rajasthan for the unique life-force manifested in some chosen humans.

In one line this deals with killing a human.

The introductory geography makes the mind attuned to sublime forces but then it sprawls ahead inside the “Being” who is the doer,

The act can be anything and is not only restricted to killing and its known repercussions. It should apply to any action as variable encroaching the pro’s and con’s perceived till date for that ACT.

It is up to the reader how to find newness in the old process of any “ACT” and our conditioning regarding it and maybe wanting to go to the mental state of the “Being”.

Kili Kili .

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

ps:

for better understanding go to , Google search --> soutcast radio... and search suburbs of Goa station, and voices from within station, don't type station.

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