THE THIRD EYE

Why do you talk what you talk?

2011-08-10T11:56:00.005+08:00

Everywhere you turn your eyes, you will find that people do not stop talking.

Everyone has something to say about anything. It does not matter whether what they is necessary or relevant. It seems to be more important that they say something.

Just look around you. People do not stop moving thier mouths. They just talk and talk and talk.

No one ever pauses to ask why they talk.

No one ever pauses to ask why they talk what they talk.

Because they never pause to ask, they just talk without knowing why they talk.

Because they never pause to ask, they just talk without knowing why they talk what they talk.

Most people love to talk so much without knowing why and hence, most people love talkers. It does not matter what the talker talks about as long as he is able to talk and talk. If the talker is able to talk about the most irrelevant and insignificant matter, he will be held up in high esteem.

If the talker is able to sensationalise his talks, he will be held up in higher esteem. The talker must not pause from his talking, for pause means silence.

Silence is held in contempt by most people. Silence forces them to be confronted with thier inner selves. It forces them to think.

People do not like thinkers. They like talkers.

Talkers entertain and fill up thier self created void in thier lives. Thinkers force them to think about the void in thier lives.

Thinkers advocate silence. Seclusion. To be comfortable in a cave, in darkness, to confront with the Self. To accept the Reality.

Talkers advocate noise. Exclusion of Self. To be comfortable with the crowd, in bright blinding light. To embrace the Illusion.

Most people love illusion as opposed to Reality - cosmetics, superficialities, rationalizations, grandisosity, pomposity, and anything that inflates the ego. Talkers can deliver all these to them. Thus they love talkers.

Talkers talk about laughing and do not encourage crying. Their sense of happiness is limited to the illusion of laughter and the denial of the joy of crying.

Thinkers love simplicity and embrace Reality with total happiness. They love the silence that brings them back to their Self. They neither cry nor laugh within though outwardly they do.

Are you a thinker or a talker?

End

Why Do You Remain in the State of Unhappiness and Misery? – Part 2

2011-08-03T20:16:00.005+08:00

Life is a balance.

It is the balance that gives tranquility, serenity and peace. When the balance is tampered, there is no tranquility, serenity nor peace. It is that simple.

The balance in life is natural and eternal. The opposite is transient. You must allow the natural forces to maintain that balance. You must understand and know what the natural forces are. You must swim and flow WITH it, not AGAINST it. Nature left to itself behaves like water – finds and returns to its own balance always. It always returns to a state of tranquility, serenity and peace.

But you are different. You are human. You are a part of nature but have been given the power to choose to be WITH or AGAINST the forces of nature. Either decision will determine whether you will be happy and not miserable or otherwise.

Choice is not necessarily a good or bad thing.

It can either lead you down the garden path or down the path of fire. The power of choice without wisdom is devastating. Choice in the hands of the foolish is destructive. You need wisdom to make the right choices.

Wisdom is not knowledge alone.

There are many knowledgeable fools roaming the earth causing further untold unhappiness and misery. There are many more who are confused between the accumulation of information and knowledge. Can we call a computer knowledgeable despite the vast information it may have?

Understanding and knowing is the essence that differentiates the fool from the wise.

Wisdom comes from being one with nature. Wisdom comes when we learn to understand nature NOT as we want to but as how nature itself wants to be understood. You simply let the cards fall where they may and learn from the natural design.

The true understanding of nature leads to acceptance of nature and hence ourselves. It is like the rain that falls onto a mountain and flows all the way to the sea. You may call it a waterfall at one stage, a stream at another, or a river, or the sea at the end.

Water knows that it is water at all of these stages. It does not confuse the stages with its true nature. It does confuse the process with itself. It accepts the natural process without rebellion nor hesitation while not losing sense of its own nature.

But you are different. Being a human living this life based on beliefs which you do not know, you confuse the stages in your life with your true nature. In the process, you forget who you really are. You forget your nature. You cause a conflict between your beliefs and your true nature upsetting the balance within you.

Thus, you end up being unhappy and miserable and keep repeating this cycle all your life.

While nature will find its own balance naturally, you, the human, have been given choices. So, you have to choose to find the balance again – if you want to.

To find this balance, you have to return to its source – you.

You have to get to know yourself putting aside what you believe about yourself. Belief without knowing is mostly futile.

Are you ready to know yourself?

Will you allow yourself to be known to you?

Do you want to know why you are reading this in the first place?

The key to breaking the cycle of unhappiness and misery to know your self, your nature.

END.

NEXT: Why Do You Remain in the State of Unhappiness and Misery? – Part 3 (IF it is meant to be written)

If you want happiness and freedom from misery why do you keep walking away from it?

2011-08-02T18:06:00.003+08:00

Human beings almost always do the opposite of what they consciously want.

You say you want happiness and freedom from misery but you keep doing everything possible that will make you more unhappy and more miserable.

You try to chase for that “happiness” when you do not even know what “happiness” all about.

You set a goal and tell yourself that the achievement of your goal will make you happy. You work hard at achieving that goal. You neglect everything else. Someone has told you that you have to be focused to achieve that. You believed without knowing.

Focus is good but you are focusing on achieving something that you believe will make you happy. You believe that it will make you happy but you do not know if it will. You just proceed with your belief without ever making the effort to know what is it that you are chasing. You have never tried to know if achieving that goal will really make you happy.

You have never tried to know what happiness is for you. How could you when you have never really even tried to know yourself?

Since you have never known yourself, you keep chasing after things that satisfy your ego, your desires and your beliefs. You mistake these things for what you want.

Since they are not what you need but believed they are what you wanted, you end up unhappier than before. You become more miserable and set up another goal that you believe will make you happy.

As long as you keep living in this cycle of belief after belief without knowing, you will repeat the cycle of unhappiness and misery in your life.

If you want to be happy, you must know.

If you want to be free from misery, you must know.

You must first know what causes unhappiness and misery.

Only then can you avoid the cycle of unhappiness and the ensuing misery.

END.

NEXT: What causes unhappiness and misery (IF it is meant to be written)

Do I have to explain everything to you?

2010-06-06T04:21:00.004+08:00

You came to me uninvited.

I was just traveling on the path and you came. You could come since the space is much yours to use as much as it is mine. You could stay for the same reason but you asked me to stay for a while. I did for I am of that nature. You made a request that I could fulfill and I fulfilled it. A while. That could have been all.

But you asked and you asked me many questions. I answered them because you asked. I answered what I knew, what I thought and what I could. I did not ask you to ask or need to be asked. I am fine being silent, and alone traveling through this transient path. You broke my silence and encroached on my loneliness and yet I did not complain.

When you asked, I answered. You did not like my answer. I did not ask you to like my answer or have a need for you to like it. I answered because you asked. I did not answer to make you like it or to like me. I do not think of you less or more based on how you reacted to my answer. I was only thinking of your question and of my answer. That should have been that. Simple. Questions and answers.

When I answered you, I do not cling on to your question – or to your reaction to my answer. I have no power over whether you like it or not. I do not wish to have that power for I do not need more burden than the burden of passing through this transient life. I get no pleasure from wanting to influence you for that too is transient. I have no interest in transience.

Having asked the question, you clinged on to my answer. You did not like it. You were upset that I had given you the answer that I know. How can I give you any other answer than the answer that I know? How can I lie to myself? I did not intend to appease you or to upset you with my answer. When you asked I intended to only answer your question and continue walking.

What other intention can there be when a question is asked? A question is asked to elicit an answer. If you had any other motives than just to get an answer from me, then that is from you. That must be your nature or you may have made it your nature. I do not fault you for what you are or chose to be. Day does not begrudge night nor vice versa. They simply exist. Should we not?

You were upset with my answer and I recognize that. I want to continue my walking. Idleness will delay my entry onto the next path. But you hold me back even when I recognize that you were upset with my answer. There is nothing more I can give from myself but you still try to hold me back. You think you are holding me back but that is an illusion. You cannot hold back what you do not have.

When I continue the path I was on when you came with the question, you think I am walking away from you. I cannot move away from you for I was never near. Like day and night, we were just there. Neither near nor far but just there when it was meant to be.

But you did not want to let me go until I give you the answer that you want. But how can I give an answer that I do not have? I can only give you from myself, not from without. You want something that I do not have and you fault me for that.

If it pleases you that the entire miseries of the transient world should be placed on my shoulders, so be it. I will neither accept nor reject it but I will let it be.

You seek the illusion. I seek the reality. Transience is an illusion to me but a reality to you. So be it, I say, for I have no control over your perception. Neither do I want to control it for that is impossible.

I have seen this in my mind many times before.

And I see it again and again.

Do I have to explain everything to you? I have no explanations but only answers from within.

My answers, not yours.

END.

2010-06-05T00:37:00.004+08:00

Chapter

The Judge

It was a cold winter morning. Darkness at 11 am. Snow forming a thick carpet on the ground. Santim, however was freezing not from the winter but from the injustice he just saw dispensed. His face was all blue and he felt his soul withering. His mind numb. ‘Was that the Council of Elders or a flock of cattle?’ The question kept recurring. Unable to make earthly sense, he slowly let his eye lids close and fell into the deep dark bottomless hole . As he kept falling with closed eyes, he kept seeing.

“This is the day when all justice shall be dispensed. All with grievances with anyone including the King shall assemble”. The officious voice promisingly called out to the crowd that began to swell. The trumpet was blown and soon thereafter the 5 fat, aristocrats with fine clothing took their position on the stage. Each sitting in a red, throne- like chair. The Elders. The Dispensers of Justice

The roll call always so promising to the innocent peasants, the sheep, the masses. The rituals dazzles the mind and unsuspectingly hides the Farce.

“Your Wise Elders,” begins the paid, fat prosecutor, “This man, Sikara Jamili, stands before ye charged for stealing a loaf of bread. A heinous crime indeed for this land condones no criminal conduct. I ask for the maximum sentence that ye deem fit to impose. O Wise Elders”. Pleased with his speech, he sits down.

Being charged for stealing a loaf of bread, an advocate is the last person he was able to afford. He was blessed with relatives, equally poor that he was unable to even think of bail money. Sikara therefore had decided to conduct his own defence. He had great faith in the compassion and listening ability of the Wise Ones. But for this crime, he has a clean record. All his friends know him to be a kind and honest man. He will relate all these to the Wise Ones and they will understand. They must have children too. He has heard about the Garden of Justice. He has faith in them.

The Wise Elders look down at the accused man in tattered clothes standing in the specially made dock. ‘What have ye to plea?. The Elder in the middle asks him. Sikara mumbles something which inspires the Elder to present a lecture to the crowd. He lectures on the virtue of speaking up in the Garden of Justice” The man attempt to speak again and immediately gets stopped by the Elder, now visibly angry.

“You did not address me as O Wise One! You did not address me as O Wise One! Don’t you know decorum?. And he proceeds to give another one hour of lecture on decorum in the Garden of Justice.

How very often do we sacrifice justice at the altar of decorum and man made rituals?

A sharp arrow darts through Santim’s heart. It does not matter that Sikara is uneducated and unprepared from birth to appear before the Wise Ones. It does not matter he thinks it is important to explain why he stole the bread. It is does not matter. For justice to be dispensed at all, one must begin with the rituals. Decorum. Santim keeps falling and seeing.

There was a loud thunder in the sky. ‘Hear one, Hear all. The clouds are dark and rain is soon to come. The Wise Elders shall now adjourn. All accused to be kept in the dungeon until the Wise Elders sit again in four months from now’,

Sikara’s trial, therefore, gets postponed. The dungeon, Santim knows, is the prison where the accused are kept until they are tried before the Wise Ones. In one cell which is about 12 feet by 12 feet, there can be as many as 10 prisoners. All supposed to be innocent until proven guilty. They may sleep on the cold floor but are given one blanket each. He will be fed with what they call ‘food’. Occasionally, the dungeon wardens will come to kick them around for sport. Since he carries the sin of poverty, he has to atone for it by being punished before being found guilty. For Sikara, the 4 months pass slowly like 40 years.

In the dungeon, Sikara sees the face of Zirasha, his 4 year old sickly daughter, his angel. He loves his wife and his other 4 children too, but Zirasha is special to him. She was born sickly and had a kind of disease which required her to be fed more often than normal children. The Medicine Man had predicted her death one month after birth but Nature intended otherwise. Lack of feeding can be fatal for her as her abnormal stomach walls will be gradually destroyed through lack of food. Whenever she does not eat, her eyes roll until only the white is seen due to the pain. He begins to cry. He does not care that he is punished but why his child too?

‘I have been a useless father’, his mind tells him as he cries. He feels the pain Zirasha must have felt from not eating for the 2 days he was in hiding with the loaf of bread. As a provider, he has failed. Who can he complain to when fate had decided this?

Santim’s eyes gets blurred by the pool of tears. Life is a chain reaction. One event affects the other. We all know it. It is in Nature. When you put your hand in the fire, you know what ensues. When you place you hand in the ice, you know what results. Nothing stands in isolation. Nothing. But Santim’s heart cannot accept why Sikara’s daughter ought to be punished for the deeds of her father. Justice on earth is indeed blind and dented.

Exchanging jokes, smiling a lot and laughing loudly are the domain of the rich, powerful, famous and the successful lot. If you cannot, you will never be one.

Never mind that others are dying from lack of everything.

Its their fate!

Tears fall from Santim’s closed eyes. Man made laws by the exalted few supported by the foolish mob called the people. The People. Where are they now to stand in defence of Sikara? Do they not see that what befalls Sikara crime was poverty and wanting his sick daughter to eat, to live? Not a mortal cares when it touches not their own skin.

Santim did not know whether to be angry or to be sad though his tears had a life of its own. In this confusion, he experiences numbness and surrender to the laws of nature. Then his mind looked at the image of the 5 Wise ones whom the people are applauding and bowing down to.

Five Old Shameless Man, knocking on grave’s door – yet unrepenting!

Make an exit when you willingly can for unwillingly you will be exited from life when the Angel of Death punctually knocks on your heart.

Then, you may no time for redemption.

Santim awoke from his drowsiness and realized the Supreme One still wants him alive on this earth. Why? I am a spectator and a traveler on this earth. There are too many scorpions on earth and I cannot ask why a scorpion stings. It is its nature. The rule of nature and the rule of human base desires are at total variance. Clarity in one, confusion in the other. Of all the scorpions, the most vile one is the unbridled “Me” which is the ultimate cause of injustices on earth.

What is the rule?

Me. My family, my children,

ME!!!!!

Me! Me! Me!

NO,

These are exceptions to the rule, so says the Balancer.

END.

Give me Life, Lord.

2010-05-05T18:21:00.007+08:00

Santim recalls the evening whence he was not sure if he had been sleeping or awake and heard these voices :

Give me Life, Lord.

[and what will you do if you are given one?]

I want to breathe, experience humanity. I want to taste its joys, sorrows, pain, happiness and all that temporal experiences that is called “life on earth”.

I want to know what is eating, sleeping, growing up and then dying.

[Are you sure?]

I am sure that is what I want. I will be good and I will not cause any mischief on your Earth. For sure I will take good care of earth which will be my mother while I am alive.

[You speak of things that you know not]

I mean these things. Just give a chance. Give me life – any life. I want to taste it.

[You will not want the pain and you will be intoxicated with the joys. You will reject a complete life]

NO. For sure I wont. I know that both pain and joy is life. If it is life that I want, I must want both these things. I will learn from both. I will not get intoxicated by joy and depressed by the pain. I know none of them are permanent. So, please give me Life.

[You will want to cling on to life]

Ha ha. NO. No way. Life is transient and I know it is transient. I will not be illogical to want to pretend what is transient is permanent. As I grow up in life, I will prepare myself for giving it up.

[You speak of things that you know not]

Trust me, I know these things. I just want to taste life. I promise I will live life to the fullest by appreciating everything life has to offer. I will share my joys with others and share their pain. I will praise the Lord by making sure others can taste the greatness of His Creation.

[You will be arrogant and possessive.]

Impossible! How can I ever be arrogant when I as baby will have to be fed and tend for by another human? So, too in old age or sickness. I will be forever humbled by the forces for nature and my limited knowledge of the secrets of life.

I will never be possessive when I know nothing really belongs to me but is on loan from mother earth. I will not be happy when other has none. So, please give me life.

[You will destroy and kill earth and all that you come into contact with. You will upset the balance of nature]

No. No. I will not. How could I destroy when it will be mother earth that will provide for my sustenance on earth? I will leave behind my mark of contribution to mother earth – as a gratitude for sustaining me on earth. I will respect all the other men and women, the flora and the fauna, the seas and the mountains, the animals and all creatures. Trust me and give me Life.

How could I ever kill when it is Life that I want for myself? I am propagating Life and not Death. So give me a body and give me Life.

[You will cause dissension and disunity among your own species]

No, please I will never do that. I will remind myself and others that the body is just a vessel to travel on earth. It is not the real “I” or “them”. I know that whatever the colour of the skin, biologically we all of the same species. I will make sure we all will stick together like a herd of elephants. We will not fight each other. We will help each other. We will not create labels to disunite. Please give me a chance – give me Life.

[You speak of things that you know not]

[Be that as it may, you are hereby given life and shall suffer the consequences of your request. Upon your first breath as you leave the comfort of your mother’s womb, this conversation shall be erased from your memory. You shall live a life on earth and shall die on earth. Life shall you taste as you write the script from your own hands]

And Santim recalls the poem he wrote:

Eviction:

Engulfing darkness

Blood-stained room

The feel of an earthquake

Cold wind blowing

Blinding light approaching.

Rudely,

I was evicted

from the warmth of the womb.

END.

Chapter 5 : Cobwebs and the Language of The Supreme One

2010-04-23T19:22:00.002+08:00

Cobwebs. That always comes to Santim’s mind whenever he falls into a state of helplessness. There are moments in his life which seem to overwhelm him and weaken his spirit. Very small, delicate but powerful moments.

There was a time when his business was bad. No customers walked into his shop for 5 months. He panicked. He suffered anxiety which in turn gave him back aches and stiff necks. As a result of this, he was almost immobilized and could not concentrate on his shop. He has his mother, his wife, his children and his 5 staff to feed! Without customers walking in, there is no money. His business was undergoing a challenging moment. Like most human beings, he has allowed the challenging moment to grow into a bigger problem by his mind – worrying.

“There is no problem that you cannot walk away from.

You remain because you choose to.

Most of the time, opportunities appear in the disguised garb of problems”.

He recalls these words he has heard somewhere. He recalls how he cried when he was a 3 year old boy struggling to put on his shoes until his mother had to help him out. And for weeks thereafter he was upset that he couldn’t do it by himself. He had even felt that his mother had taken away his glory by helping him out. There were many moments in his childhood where he had experienced what he thought were insurmountable problems…only to grow up and realize that they were opportunities for growing up.

Many years of blissful existence, we bat not an eyelid, but come one stormy night and we………question the Supreme One?.

Without money, he could only see unhappiness around him. It is moments like these which make him suddenly aware that his business all the while was sent to him by some Supreme Force. He just opened his shop and waited. And for some reason, the Supreme Force has now decided that he should go through this period - a break. He could either worry or know that there is a reason for this break and it certainly cannot be a “punishment period” in the normal sense of the word.

One way of taking out a seed stuck in a choking 6 year old boy is to invert him upside down and pressing his chest hard. Painful experience for the boy. Are we punishing him? If it was so, then almost all medical procedures are punishment”.

People are different. Nature behaves in one way. Humans think in a totally different way. You are born an Indian because you are born in the manner you are born and people call you Indian. The same with the English, Chinese, Austrian, and so on. People give labels to make sense of the world. That’s fine. What cannot be fine is when they take the labels to be Truths of their illusions. The Truth is that all are humans – creation of the Supreme. It is the height of human arrogance to insist on the illusion as the Truth. And there are just too many illusions which we have created. So used to them, we cannot tell the difference.

Labels begin with the noble aim of assisting communication

But end up enslaving humans

And become the cause of mischief and misery

And the immortality of illusions.

White or black. Brown or yellow. A yellow child has all the disadvantages which a brown child does not in a brown community. A Brown child is placed third class in a yellow community. This is determined by the adult of the yellow and brown community. Adults are very often not wise.

The Truth is:

All grow old, and few grow up.

Often, the lines of aging are mistaken for signs of wisdom.

Drunk with illusion they act against Nature’s determination. Solidarity, brotherhood, community – clever ways of the devil to ostracise humans from humanity! Santim wonders, can we not let what is just be?

In a human community, it does not matter if you are yellow, brown, white or black

For that is nature’s determination.

All of you are subject to the same natural laws.

An All Forgiving Merciful Supreme One cannot be “punitive” on his weak servants. Many a time, what we consider as “punishments” are nothing more than guidance and re-alignment of our selves because He loves us. Often, we need to be realigned because we seem to have drifted away from the Path. If we are not realigned, we remain on the off-road and forever we are lost. He realigns those He pleases and leaves those astray whom He pleases on the off-road.

Santim walks around his shop, looking up at his favorite corner. He saw an insect stuck to the cobweb and the spider casually moving towards it. The flimsiest of home, and yet a death trap for the insect. Flimsy as it is, the cobweb traps food for the spider and is a home for the spider to feel safe. In nature, strength is not measured in terms of steels and bars as we often do. Steels and bars can never “break” water. Throw steel into water and it drowns. These are nature’s ways which we never took the time to understand. Such is the way of the Supreme One, if only we understand.

But what need is for the mortal who has been given temporary pleasure on earth to understand the Supreme when he thinks he is a “supremo” on earth?

Santim realizes that thoughts of flimsiness and weakness, solidness and strength are human illusions only. Generalizations become truths in this lazy world. The easy way out is by categorization, for the sake of uniformity and control. In the name of uniformity, we sacrifice Truths at our own peril. Unable to manage diversity, we attempt to impose uniformity in futility. After a while, we tend to become what others say we are and we live a life which our soul is not meant to be. The community garlands us for our evil transformation – the perpetuation of the Illusion.

When the body walks this life in the opposite direction to the journey of the soul,

the soul screams and there is no peace!

Look at the world

Is there real peace????

The cobweb is a constant reminder to Santim that the Supreme One’s language is not merely written in some published book but in the Book of Nature. The Book of Nature is the most glaring but the least read. Nature does not have to operate in the way we understand it. It is our ignorance and arrogance that demands nature to abide to our wishes. We cannot rewrite nature. It is written. Be and it is..

Fools think that by removing the mountain and placing it elsewhere, they have rewritten Nature. The mountain is but a minute part of Nature. The whole Balance is the Nature. Human can never rewrite the whole Balance. Hence, when you tamper with part of nature, you unleash the wrath of Nature in your way. Soon, you shall know if you do not know already!

Each tampering with nature is the expedition of our own destruction.

We, therefore, destroy ourselves with our own hands.

Santim recalls, somewhere it is written that the devil was cast out of the Garden due to his arrogance. Instead of submitting to the Supreme One’s grand Plan, he wanted to improvise and judge. He had his own ideas contrary to what was in Nature. He could not let what is, be. He cannot accept. In futility, he is doomed to proof the validity of his invalid ideas. Likewise today, acceptance of what is, is condemned as passive. One cannot see the dynamism of acceptance. Refusal to accept is rebellion. Rebellion is the cause of internal chaos, the birthplace of the Ego. I am the “I”. It is the “I” that must be seen and heard.

Desires and Egos

The inspiration to move in the direction of the illogical, the impossible,

the fire of hell.

Hell and heaven is more than a word. It is more than a concept. Many go through it in this lifetime and many others keep thinking that it is only a place somewhere in the Otherland. It is an experience. You write it in your script of life as you live every second. You ignite the fire and you plant the flowers. You. Both can be addictive and habitual. Intense anger and hatred burns up the chest like a fire raging within. Giving and loving brings forth the smell of the flowers in the Garden of heaven.

A heart full of unconditional love,

Unjudging,

Accepting,

Is a garden of peace – heaven.

Many utter the belief of the Supreme One on their tongues and yet do not understand unconditional love. They actively deprive others what they want plentiful for themselves.

And what love have you when you deprive the child who is not of your tribe?

And being so, you call yourself a servant of the Supreme One?

Rejecting heaven here, have you in the Otherland?

Being a fool trapped in your illusory body,

you have yet to understand the language of the Supreme One.

The End.

Chapter 4: Mind and Heart – Part 1

2010-04-12T17:58:00.004+08:00

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Santim Raj, we saw earlier is a wanderer after his own soul. That was in the initial period of his journey. He was wandering after his own soul while his soul was doing its own wandering as was meant to be. The time will come when his wandering and the wandering of his soul would meet at the confluence of understanding – that state of true peace, true existence. Until that confluence is reached, he is destined to be confronted with the duality of his existence – his and his soul’s[1].

He remembers the dream he had. The dream that taught him the fruits of his mind and the fruits of his heart. The mind, a gift from the Supreme, which directs and redirects his very understanding of the creations around him. The heart, yet another gift, that yearns for the Truth and the light to guide him in the hour of darkness. As he basks in the happiness of his gifts, the nightmare came to him.

Everything is but a duality but for the Supreme who is One.

The nightmare of the mind. The mind that receives and processes all that the eyes perceive and perceive not. The mind that forms a conclusion or a misperception. The mind that has been fed with the thoughts, foolish tales and silly ways of his fathers. The traps within the intricacies of the mind.

1994, they speak of computers. Garbage in, garbage out. How graciously the Supreme sent out messages to the ungrateful servants, yet they hearken not to His message. We see not the mercy of His guidance for we are more excited with the toy. Wow, this is technology! We hear, yet we listen not. We see, yet we have become blind.

Garbage in, garbage out. Truth in, Truth surround.

When are you going to stop clicking the mouse to see what message the computer is meant to relay to you?

Click, click, click all the way to grave.

And who wants to meditate on whether the food for his mind is garbage or Truth? The shield of ego and defence mechanism can only be penetrated with the needle of humility and subservience to the Supreme. The maya of results is a potent distracter, in all its forms, from the path to the Truth. And the enemy of your soul is you.[2]

The virtue is in the doing, not in the expecting. If your doing must bear the results, then you usurp the powers of the Supreme. The servant does, the Supreme dictates. You are but a minute imagination of the Supreme. Accept this or live this temporary life in futility.

The mind that focuses only on the result is prone to egoism and frustration. Achievement leads to egoism. Egoism leads to self worship. Self worship sets forth illusions of godliness, the recipe for self destruction..

Failure to achieve leads to Frustration. Frustration leads to desperation. Desperation, the opposite of patience, becomes the playground of the devil.

But the mind that forgets the objective is easily led astray, like a float on the ocean.

The mind creates and constructs and in construction it prepares the inevitable destruction of all civilization. God’s land is developed and in development, many are left without homes. Home becomes a price to be paid. An investment. Home is no longer shelter for the body but a statement of your status in life. Those who speak of the Supreme even revel in this statement. They support by their doing.

Your doing describes you clearly than a thousand words you speak. You become what you do.

The mind creates a system that purports to serve humans. It argues and it innovates. In time, the humans become slaves of the system, their new master, monster. The mind alone. The heartless mind.

We have established institutions that train the mind alone. We prioritize them. We glorify them. So can destruction be avoided by our systematic planning of the destruction itself?

The nightmare of the heart. The seat of creativity and self-nourishment. The very center of self-destruction and madness. The heart knows nothing but feelings and itself. The pure heart[3] recognizes no in betweens or half ways. It does or it doesn’t. It unleashes passion and power beyond its own control. Santim Raj remembers the death and destruction arising from his friend’s love for his beloved.

Ramana, his friend had fallen in love with Sharina. Both their parents objected to the relationship on grounds of religion, culture and race. Ramana was 26, educated, talented and holding an important position is the business industry. His parents are multi-millionaries and had he wanted, he could just live off his parents’ wealth. And even this, his parents offered him to leave Sharina. It pained his mother that he should want to marry someone alien to the culture of her forefathers.

The entire episode left his mother devastated and his father hopelessly lost. In the sadness and the humiliation her society generously placed on her, his mother died. Ramana left his home which had sheltered and loved him for 26 years to be with a stranger he has known only for 4 years. His love was blind to the sufferings he is causing around him for it yearns only the love of his beloved.

And Sharina? Her entire society was aghast that she would even consider marrying a heretic, a kafir. Her silent mother could only cry tears of begging her daughter to understand. Her father was praying to the Supreme that his daughter be saved from the raging fires of hell. And he had to do something to save his daughter’s soul, even if it means killing her if she went ahead with her blasphemous designs.

And they did. Sharina and Ramana did get married in an unconventional way in their conventional society. They had broken all norms. They have challenged all limits. They have dared to love. And yet in their love, their hearts have hardened to the yearnings of those who loved them and cared for them.

One night, the room rented by Ramana and his wife was broken into. They were both sleeping. Ramana remembers a struggle, a fight and the last words of his wife: “ I will always love you”. When he wakes up, the motionless bloodied, body of his wife welcomes him. And he cries a loud cry that fills the sky, which no one hears.

And you, arrogant fool, think you know what love is?

Santim has read and seen many wars fought on the waves of emotions. Homes destroyed, children mutilated and women humiliated. Fellow humans descending to levels lower than animals by following their hearts alone. Senseless, irrational cruelties evoked by drumming up emotions. The mind swallowed by the passion of the heart. Follow your heart is good advice. Follow your heart is dangerous advice. The mindless heart.

Oh you ignorant man, think you know what the heart is and preach you that alone!

The mind and the heart. The heart and the mind. Which? Why? Santim knows many pretend they have the answers. Santim knows many believe they have the answers. They mistake their journey for the ultimate Truth. Like the wanderer who thinks he has arrived by just walking. So they preach what they are learning, not what they have known[4].

In preaching, they forget to listen but to their own voice, their own dreams, their own mind, their own hearts. Slowly becoming self-centric, they preach and they talk, talk, and talk. Forgetting to listen, they stop learning. Death of learning gives birth to fantasy.

Mouth. You have one mouth and it wants to talk, talk and talk. Alas you forget, the Supreme gave you two ears and a heart to listen! And a mind to think…..

To remind himself, Santim looks into his mind and heart and recalls a poem that he had once written.

The corners of the world

Were freed of cobwebs

The walls brightly painted

The space

Faithfully decorated

With toys,

Snacks,

Games

And everyone

A participant

By choice or chance

And the game begins

Without a whistle

Such that none knows

when it begins

When it ends

The entire world

Transforms into paradise

Need the dusts

In the hearts

Not be wiped first?

THEN????

End of chapter 4.

[1] See chapter 7

[2] see chapter 3 and 6 on “you”.

[3] “pure heart” here meaning the heart alone and none of the other faculties.

[4] Se chapter 9 on “knowing”.

Love +/= Sex ?

2009-12-08T21:21:00.005+08:00

by An Observer

Image thanks to here

If you ask the question: “who does not like sex?” you will expect to hear the answer, “who doesn’t!” Such an answer is to be expected because we are used to thinking and therefore expressing ourselves in general terms. We often do not think of the exceptions or alternative situations. Generally too, no one will deny that sex is a pleasurable activity. Again, there are exceptions to this subject to various conditions. We have been conditioned to ignore details.

One thing is clear: without the activity of sex, there will be no mode of procreation as we know it. Another thing is that without the pleasure attached to the sexual activity, many may just procrastinate the act of procreation! The energy and effort required may make some lazy to engage in procreation.

Generally too, most will support the notion of “love”.

Some people use sex to get love. Prostitution is often considered as an act of getting pecuniary favours by giving sexual favours. Prostitution, though it has been described as the oldest ‘profession’ in human history, is frowned upon by society as immoral. In prostitution, both the prostitute and the customer have a contract. It is simply sex for money and no other attachments or commitments are involved. Both parties are clear as to the activity concerned.

Likewise, in a situation where there is ‘consensual sex’, the position is also clear. Assuming both parties are emotionally stable and rational, one would not expect any complications.

But what about so called normal, ordinary situations where a woman, for example, manipulates a guy into having sex with her and then uses it as an emotional bait to trap him into a serious relationship? We have often heard remarks such as “How can you have sex with me if you do not love me?” (Forgetting that the guy can also ask: “did I force or mislead you?”) “You have not called me since we had sex” (forgetting that even earlier, the guy hardly calls), “You have used me” (forgetting that if the guy really had wanted sex, he could have sought for a less complicated alternative). How would you describe such women? Blackmailers? Immoral? Worse than prostitutes since unlike the prostitutes who want just money, such women wants the man’s life?!

Is it love or cruelty to get someone into a relationship using sex?

Others use love to get sex. I suppose men usually fall in this category though I am certain some women do too. Here you have the guy who uses ‘Bollywood’ language before and ‘Western” language after the event! Song and dances before and “that was just sex” language after. Such guys see women as nothing more than sexual objects or tools for their sexual gratification. If society frowns upon a rapist who forces himself upon the women, how do we treat men who manipulate emotions in a women? At the least when the rapist approaches you, you know that he is going to hurt you. What about guys who earn your trust and then betray you merely for skin? Is not betray of trust worse?

Ordinarily we are very quick to judge the rapist (and rightly so), but very slow to judge the guys who go around treating women as receptacles for their lust. In some societies, such men are even applauded as a “Casanova”. It is unfathomable that a cruel act of cheating someone can be applauded! A thief steals property. A casanova robs a person of faith in other human beings. Is this not cruel?

At some stage in our lives, there may be confusion between love and sex. Lust is mistaken for love. It is important to distinguish between the two and you need to have the integrity, honesty and courage to do the necessary.

We would agree that a relationship can only be stable if there is ‘two way love’. In a stable relationship, love and sex become indistinguishable. You cannot force someone to feel for you in a way that the person does not. This is like forcing the other to be untrue to you or be a hypocrite. If you insist, then you are being narcissistic and you do not really love him/her.

Fatal attractions are the worst nightmare for anyone.

What do you think?

The Illusion and deception of Power

2009-12-03T14:24:00.003+08:00

Contrary to popular belief, power and glory are not ‘difficult’ to achieve though it is thought to be achieved by only a select few in society. In a sense, everyone who is born gradually attains power of sorts as he grows until he reaches a pinnacle of power whereupon; his power declines and then ends with death. A simple example will be the comparison between a baby and a teenager. The teenager yields much power compared to a baby.

This natural aspect of power has often been forgotten by many because of the distraction of “artificial” power”. By artificial power, I mean that power which is enhanced by the use of illusions and deceptive methods. Example, teenager A of equal natural capacity with teenager B is of equal power naturally. However, when the image of teenager B is artificially propped up by various means, teenager B creates the illusion that he is more powerful than teenager A. Examples of artificially propping tools are like certain clothing, a fictitious storyline, etc.

Likewise, Mr A of equal natural capacity with Mr B is of equal power naturally. But the moment, you use tools of illusion and deception such as presenting Mr B as His Excellency Mr B or Datok B or Dr B, you immediately give Mr B an illusion that he wields greater power than Mr A. In reality, they have the same natural power but the illusion of power favours Mr B. You can in reality ignore either and hence render them both powerless.

Power is present only when it is acknowledged and recognized. Power is effective only if you are subservient to it. Other wise, it remains illusory because other than the natural power, it is an illusion.

The myths concerning the "power" of artificial power exists because of several factors. Firstly, the confusion between natural power and artificial power. Natural power is naturally available to everyone and it is evolutionary without any effort to achieve it. It only needs to be recognized and used accordingly. Example, from not being able to run, you can run. From not being able to reason (as a baby), you are now able to reason (as an adult).

Secondly, power has been equated with wealth and political power. The person with greater wealth is deemed to be more powerful than one who has less. The one with political power is deemed to be more powerful than one who has not. Though naturally, all have equal power, but in terms of illusion, they appear to have differing levels of power. Example: a Master and a peasant. The Master wants obedience from the peasant. The peasant refuses to obey. All sorts of punishment is meted out against the peasant and he still refuses to obey. The Master’s power to get obedience is ineffective because in reality it is an illusion of power. At the extreme case, the Master orders the peasant to be executed for disobedience.

The Master may have the peasant’s corpse but never his obedience. The very fact of this execution order by the Master is his admission that his “power” had failed to get obedience from the peasant. Being an illusion of power, it is only effective if the peasant submits to it. Natural power cannot fail. The Master failed because the peasant succeeded in using his natural power against the illusion of power held by the Master.

Artificial power exists only if it is recognized and acknowledged. For example, if all the peasants had refused to recognize the Master, could all the peasants be executed? Then, he would be the Master of whom? The moment you refuse to recognize the Master, his power over you ceases. Your natural power comes to the fore and against his artificial power, you will certainly win.

Thirdly, many do not understand the distinction between memory and heart in the context of natural and artificial power. Ghandi had faith in his natural power and used it for the good of humankind. In his fight against injustice in Africa he called upon non-violence or satyagraha. For those who do not understand natural power, it may seem a contradiction in terms when you call upon people to fight with the ‘weapon’ of non-violence. Artificial power hurts the body. Natural power overcomes the heart.

Many world leaders and personalities have come and gone where some are remembered in the heart while some are remembered in the mind. Those who are remembered with the heart had allowed their natural power to communicate with others. Those who are remembered with the mind had used their artificial power. What is in the mind is subject to memory loss and thus require reminders. What is in etched in the heart requires no reminder for it is felt.

Once a leader with immense artificial power dies, he is remembered only in history or on artificial occasions unless he had touched the people with his natural power. This is because artificial power being illusory dies with the owner. Close your eyes and think Mao, Jesus, Roosevelt, Martin Luther King, Hitler, Ghandi, Stalin, Mother Teresa, etc. You will find interchanging stimuli between your mind and the heart. Therein lies the difference between artificial power and natural power. Natural power being real, lives long after the death of the owner.

Have you observed that the child has no wealth or political power but she is able through her natural powers make the parents do her bidding? The natural power possessed by a child is so strong that it controls many areas of our life. The advertisers and image builders recognize this power and attempt to convert it into artificial power for their clients.

Fourthly, God calls upon us through our natural power while evil whispers to us through artificial power. Natural power may appear slow to achieve results but it lasts. Artificial power seems fast to achieve its ends but it terminates. Human beings being inclined towards impatience and hastiness, tend towards artificial power in the name of expediency, pragmatism and such. Artificial power being illusory, in the ultimate analysis, the respective human beings gets deceived.

The divine call to utilise natural power is non compulsive. You have a choice. There is no force, no violence, it is soft but firm. There is love, compassion. Natural power needs only itself without any external aid for its effectiveness and existence.

The evil call to utilize artificial power is compulsive in nature and threatening. There are attempts to take away your choice, most times even violently. Artificial power needs coercion, deception, violence and force for its existence and apparent effectiveness.

The great scriptures in the world often describe this life as nothing but play and amusement. Partly this is so because of the confusion in the human mind that artificial power is real and hence they become slaves when they are actually born free. Due to this confusion and the reinforcement of this confusion systematically by an illusory complex system, what is unnatural gradually becomes accepted as real.

Hence most human beings end up being deceived to live as slaves to the artificial powers of other mortals. Since they have chosen to live as slaves, albeit sometimes well fed and well taken care of, they go through this life never having lived their own life.

End.

Where did my Life go? When?

2009-10-16T20:13:00.003+08:00

Image thank to here

We are so used to ourselves – in so many ways. Our face, our smell, our mannerisms, our this and our that. Everyday we look at ourselves in the mirror and get so used to it. We might even forget that we are beautiful or ugly in the eyes of others. In our eyes, we are we.

Being mortals, we go though a process – of being weak, to being strong and then returning to the state of weakness we began from. Some describe this as the journey from “cradle to grave”.

As a child, we are curious, full of energy, full of hope and full of faith. We only see ourselves growing from strength to strength. With no knowledge to increasing knowledge. Slowly, slowly we get into the world. From our “safe world” we now have to come face to face with the world of others – our first challenge of acceptance, understanding and self adjustment. Some manage fast, some take a lifetime. Each their own journeys.

Then, we reach the age of teen. The age of attention, The boys and girls - each with their own sense of what is important. Their own attractiveness – the hair style, the macho body, the show of skin and flesh, the lingo, the clothes, etc, etc – each out to express each one’s sense of uniqueness. Each trying very hard to be a different. Mostly at the superficial level because many, many just takes years before wisdom visits them.

Many die before attainting wisdom.

Then the age of apparent control. The world invites you into the system. Makes you part of the system. If before you were the recipient, you now are made to think you are the shaper and decider of events. You become anointed as an “adult”, whatever that word really means. Power. And with power breeds arrogance, loss of thankfulness, greed and most importantly , self delusion.

Then, the age of stabilizing as if there is such a thing as a “stable life”. But of course, mortals have an easy but misleading criteria of stabilizing – material successes and the applause of the ignorant majority. The car that you drive, the house that you live in, the clothes that adorn your body, the circle of friends whom you are seen with and such. And yet, many a “stabilized individuals” experience intense unhappiness when alone and by themselves deep, deep within their hearts. While the audience and their “friends” are applauding their “success, they feel a void in their life.

Have I been cheated by life?, they ask. Where did my life go- and when?

Then you enter the old age, period of sickness and real loneliness. Where has all the attractiveness, the energy, vitality, need for other people’s approvals all gone? If once upon a time, it was very important that you can run a 100 metres in 10 seconds, all you want now is to be able to get off your bed without help from someone else. Definition of success relatively changes.

If, once upon a time, it was so important that you looked pretty or sexy or macho, now all you wish for is for your body not to get more unhealthy. While all your life, you had focused on the FORM, life now has brought your focus back to the SUBSTANCE…but a trifle too late!

If once you were busy fighting against others for all sorts of dubious causes, now you can hardly move your finger to feed yourself. If you had stood tall and arrogant, now you could hardly …………..

If once upon a time, it was important how people see you and you take all efforts to spruce up your persona, now you can hardly see anything due to falling sight.

Try, just try to enjoy life. After all, if you can read this, that means you are “comfortable in life” and hence no amount of urging you to introspect is going to succeed! Only life can be the best teacher. And that includes to me.

Peace !

IF WE JUST HEAR AND NEVER LISTEN……IT MAY LEAD TO OPPRESSION AND MISERY

2009-09-27T00:17:00.007+08:00

Image thanks to this site.

There was a puddle of water on the ground. I was moved to peek into it and suddenly I found myself pulled deep into it. I was falling weightlessly and perceived Hime floating along whispering the following thoughts into my mind:

“You can have all the discussions that you want. After all, while there is a mouth, there is always the inclination to want to talk. If you observe carefully at people in public places, they are always talking. The lips never seem to stop. It keeps moving and keeps making sounds. It leaves you wondering that people have so much to say about so many things.

One often overlooks that compared to one mouth; nature had decided to give human beings two ears. But how many do actually listen. They may hear what you say, but do they listen? Do you listen to what you hear?

To listen is to understand what is being said. To hear is to hear the sounds, the words - not the meaning.

Listening is one of the major activities of human beings that have been grossly overlooked. You mortals have never made the time and effort to cultivate this skill. Hence, you have many problems.

People listen to what they like to hear. It does not matter if it is simply a myth or an untruth or a deep seated prejudice born of ignorance.

They simply hear what they do not want to listen; even if it is the truth that can save them.

If you insist only on hearing and never listening, how then can you ever “progress to higher levels”? How then can you ever, ever live as one? Refusing to listen, mortals can never live as one in true harmony on this transient planet called earth.

For expediency sake, you live a life of mutual tolerance until you reach the brink of it. Without acceptance born of understanding and knowledge, there can never be lasting, genuine relationships. You simply move on from one relationship crisis to another, with short spans of occasional truce.

What is the point of discussions when each partakes with preconceived ideas cast in stone? While the other is expounding his views, you hear what he says but in fact you are listening to what is in your mind that you want to say when the other has finished.

You do not allow at all for what is in your mind to be tested, to be challenged or to be verified by facts and alternative perceptions. Hence, your ignorance and your standards remain with you and your clan. Completely incestuous level of thinking.

Your refusal to listen enables your views to be fortified over time until it becomes not only the truth but the absolute truth to you. Over centuries of faithful repetition and rote learning by your descendants, even the lie becomes the ultimate truth.

Any other alternative viewpoints hurts you and you are willing to hurt back harder. Centuries of repetition has made even the lie your true culture and value. An invitation to reevaluation is seen as an affront on your “sacred’ way of life and culture.

Each clan with its insistence of its own ways, buttressed by the support of its very own experts in its midst. Clan struggle and futile aggressive proselytisation of the others to your ways without inviting thinking has become a norm among you.

Hence, you should never be surprised that mortals will orphan another, make another a widow, kill a son or a mother, or father or the beloved one of another simply in the name of maintaining one’s own ways.

Your refusal to listen to each other solidifies the bridge that is between you. The bridge will forever be there, without which your relationships will cease to exist. With the bridge, the relationship will never grow into one unity, especially if the bridge is merely a convenient tool.

Humans have become such fools they keep repeating the phrase “to bridge relationships” when a bridge is nothing more than an intermediary between two terrain and two things. As long as the intermediary is there, the two can never be one. AT each end of the bridge, each crawls back into its accepted cocoons. Shouldn’t you be forging relationships instead? Shouldn’t you be accepting each other as unique creations without the need to be uniform like a factory product?

Of course you can never allow your diverse nature’s to come alive as each of you do not listen to what nature has been telling you for ages. ‘Since each of you wants the other to be like you, the strongest tribe among you will succeed in dominating the others’. Domination invariably equals oppression. Anything oppressed, over time naturally springs back. The natural law of the coil.

Any and every type of domination is bound to create strife, discord and tension within the community of humankind. Call it culture, call it religion, call it laws, call it norms or call it by any fancy name or jargon but domination is never the same as structured living. Hypocrisy for a while, and rebellion or revolution at the end. Your refusal to listen to each other creates miseries for you all.

If not listening is already dangerous, consider the indoctrinating techniques that are systematically used to make you not listen to each other. My dear mortals, ironical though it may seem, humans are being trained and indoctrinated in the art of NOT listening to each other for centuries. Mortals are not aware of this because it has become common place like breathing. That is how successful the techniques are.

The techniques are given various labels – religion, race, class, family honour, country, love, culture, belief, language, etc, etc. Labels meant for convenience of understanding have become monstrous tools of division and hate and misery.

Even a snake occasionally sheds its old skin. But each of you not only want to continue wearing the old skin but want others to follow suit. Other wise, you deem others as negatively different and that is bad. Human beings – even in death they insist on differences. Alas for this species and its preservers!”

I struggled and finally pulled myself out of the puddle, scarcely drowning. Puffing for breath, I realized Hime was gone and I was left accompanied by myself again.

Busy with Living or just busy?

2009-09-24T20:54:00.005+08:00

Image thanks to Jonathan.

And there I was walking through the forest of life in my half-wake moments when I chanced upon Hime.

Hime said, “have you seen the one who busies himself in life?”

I did not understand the real question. I thought it was good to be busy in life. Busy means living life is it not?

“No, “said Hime, reading my thoughts. “Being busy is certainly being active. But being active does not necessarily mean one is living. Look at life. Life is never static. It develops, it improvises, it enhances, it overcomes. It is active but never busy”.

“There is a difference between being active and being busy. Difference between being busy and living”, he continued.

My mind did not understand what sounded to me like some mumbo-jumbo that is so irrelevant to this modern fast phased life.

Again reading my thoughts Hime responded, “ Modern fast phased life. What is that? We often forget that there is no hurry to meet death as it will be on time. The question is: have we been living or have we been busy before it arrives. Many mortals often ask when they reach old age: ‘where has my life gone? They would not have asked it if they had lived. But nay, they had been too busy to live”.

I looked at Hime and concluded that Hime could read thoughts. Hime was a cloudy appearance in my eyes or maybe in my mind. Hime seemed both concerned and unconcerned with the dialogue that was occurring between us.

“That is because, once you learn to live, you just live and no longer are concerned as to whether you are concerned or not. You are no longer inclined to thinking in boxes ad life as a whole cannot be boxed into specific categories except for mere understanding by mortals who have yet to attain understanding”. Hime did it again with my thoughts.

“Being busy is yet another manifestation of mortal’s strong sense of selfishness. Everyone is trapped in this evil culture of busy-ness so that mortal relationships are strained at all levels. Busy-ness assists in relegating relationships to the level of superficialities, expediency and convenience. Long lasting and sincere relationships became as extinct as the dinosaurs. Busy-ness makes one a stranger to oneself because being so busy one has never had the quality time to seek who oneself is. This is the evil of the culture of busy-ness that has crept on to you mortals”.

I was trying hard to understand what Hime was saying but I let Hime ramble on while I tried thinking. Could this be the reason why we have so many miseries in life, I asked myself.

“The world of mortals is made up by the mortals themselves, collectively and individually. Everything that you experience and see around you is the collective manifestation of the inner experience and what you see from within collectively”.

I do not understand.

“Of course you do not – yet. You have allowed yourself to be blinded by what is not as what is. You have collectively gone against the laws o nature and not live by its rules. Alas, the laws of nature will overcome you mortals”.

I do not understand the external-internal thingy, I thought.

Hime explains: “In this forest, what I see is the tree, for example. I see a tree as a tree being part of a whole process called the natural life. You mortals see a tree as potential tissues, a potential house, as timber, as a hindrance to progress and so on. What is destruction, you see internally as progress and construction. You all collectively busy yourself with this process of destruction of all that is natural and go about it the most evil way possible calling it efficiency, etc, etc. You create positive sounding labels to hide your guilt and give awards to each to other for the damage that you unleash. You are busy but never living”.

“If you never had cared to know who you really are, how real can your caring be for others? To avoid meeting yourself in private, you keep yourself busy”.

“Do you know that the system has made you busy so that you can be slaves?”

Now, this was really getting a bit too heavy for me. Me a slave? Nahh, I am always in control of my choices.

“Really? That is a mass delusionary syndrome that has infected all of your mortals. The busy culture has succeeded in taking away your time for self reflection and for deep evaluation of what is occurring around you. All of you mortals have been reduced to workers and have been frightened to become acquisitioners. The more you acquire, the more enslaved you become and the further you move from yourself…you only wait to die”

“The busy culture is intended to deflect your attention from the grand plan of controlling you, to keep you dependant on the system, to lay out the choices that you are allowed to make, to reduce you from a being human being to becoming just a small tool of the system, “ He paused and then said, “ to prevent you from living”.

Before I could think any more thoughts, Hime just disappeared living me alone in the silence of the forest. For the first time in my life, I realised that I was accompanied by someone I had ignored all my life – myself. Who is he???

LOVE IS WONDERFUL. !

2009-07-06T19:47:00.002+08:00

I love being in love.
I think too many of us just simply are afraid to love.
To love is to "let go",
to give and not to expect,
to feel, to simply do because you want to do.

When you love because you love,
there is no sense of rejection
and even the transient pain
is testimony
of your love.

LOVE !

Towards The Light

2009-06-27T14:33:00.001+08:00

YOU LIKE JIGSAW PUZZLES, BABE?

2009-06-21T21:52:00.003+08:00

She wrote this to me:

Hi dude! How u doin? For me, well, life goes on. Sometimes it feels like the sunshine and the breeze never go away. I bask in it man! At other times, it feels like real shit. U know what I mean? Oh God, why must it be a roller coaster?

I dunno dude. Life can get confusing most times, know what I mean? Don’t get me wrong. I wanna be a good person and all that. Heck, I am a good person. But shit, people can really f*** u up sometimes. I mean people you trust. Friends. Shit! When friends betray you, it reaaally hurts. I mean, how do u trust people after all that huh? Life got to go on, I suppose.

Anyways, thanks for listening.

Be good. Ciao!

I replied:

Hi babe! I’m aright. Chill it. There aint no fun with sunshine and no rain. Hey babe…enjoy both. Bask in both. You never know why the pain. Maybe to make the gain taste better huh?

Confusing? Seems so, rite? I like to think it is challenging and maybe exciting. Know what I mean? Its like playing jigsaw puzzle, putting the pieces together….needs lots of patience…and when you piece it together one day, then you’ll know. What’s the hurry babe? You late to go somewhere? Enjoy putting the pieces together, patiently, every moment. You’ll get there but get there by enjoying the journey.

That’s great isn’t it – meeting shitty people? I mean, how could we appreciate the good ones without these scumbags around? But don’t be too angry with them or hate them. They are lost too. Just ignore them and get on with the cool ones around you. Plenty of them out there – waiting to meet you –in time.

Thanks too for writing to me. In that sense, you shared a moment of my life.

Take care. Boi-boi!

Why Third Eye?

2009-06-15T01:07:00.002+08:00

They asked. Are not the two eyes enough? I can only answer as such: if it was, why was the third eye given? There must be a purpose in everything that exists.

There are many things that the two eyes see which are not. There are many things which are, which the two eyes do not see. The truth is when you see, you not only see with your eyes, but you see with the baggage that is in your mind.

Some see the plurality of human groupings, languages, culture and religions as divisive and a problem for unity. Other sees it as a blessing from the Supreme and a matter to be celebrated by the mortals. The diversity enriches and excites their otherwise mundane lives.

The Third Eye will teach you to see what your soul sees. But many fear this.

Most mortals have no sense of their own. They like cows that move in a herd. Like the cow who thinks that only grass is food, and the ranch is the world, most mortals too believe that their space is the world.

Hence in this make belief world that their mind and ignorance has created, they wreck as much mischief as their ignorance and arrogance will allow. To make the mischief palatable, they confer awards, rewards and praises on each other.

In this sense, the journey called life is a painful path because almost every mortal conspires in their selfish quest to make living as miserable an experience as possible for everyone.

The Third Eye sees this and understands that in the ultimate analysis, the illusion of life will not deter him from peaceful coexistence with nature. He will not be cajoled to be part of the conspirators though praise or scorn is heaped upon him.

How can one trust the one that, in futility, tries to deceive the Supreme? Those who attempt to be gods over men when their own death and sickness they have no power to prevent? When as the Book says, they cannot prevent even the fly from taking away their food before their very eyes?

Most see the wealth, family, power and influence that they have as symbols and expressions of their greatness. The Third eyes sees them nothing more and nothing less that what is. And the Third Eye knows that it is but the most formidable of tests of the body that is prone to self aggrandizement.

You may see that which is happening as something new. But the Third Eye sees this but as a cycle – a repetition of old things to new people with the same tests.

But many fear to use the Third Eye for it tells you as it is.

SILENCE

2009-06-05T05:38:00.001+08:00

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Senses and Sensations

2009-05-26T18:51:00.001+08:00

Are you not glad?
You have two eyes that see
A mouth that speaks
Ears that hear and feet that walks
Hands that grasps.

Are you not glad?
Your eyes see the richness and good life around you
You mouth speaks of wealth and luxury
Your ears hear the best of music and pleasantries
Your hands grasp the healthy hands of those you love

I too have
Eyes – that see despair and suffering around me
Mouth –that can express only sympathy
Ears- that hear cries of hunger from the young that have yet to learn restraint
Hands that hold the dying and the sick around me.

I am from Ethiopia, Palestine,
Bangladesh, India,
Mozambique and such
Why do we have the same senses
But different sensations?

I praise the Lord that you
do not have to experience what I do
I am grateful that
your eyes do not see the daily destruction and death around me
your ears do not hear the cries of children and frightened men and women
your mouth do not tell lies of a hopeful future
your hands do not hold your head in states of despair.

My friend,
I apologise
For sharing with you
this morbid sensations that my senses feel
Forgive me for disturbing your peace
For I succumbed to my weakness to share.

I beseech you,
Forget what I said
Continue with your happy lives
For you deserve it.
We do not.

Just me.

WHY NOT JUST KILL ME?

2009-05-22T13:47:00.004+08:00

Let me go down on my knees
Let me humble myself at your feet
Let me say I am sorry

I am sorry for the color of my skin
I am for my language
I am sorry that my parents are poor
I am that their color is not the same as your parents
I am sorry that my children follow my color
I am sorry I was born this way.

I am not excusing myself
But it is the truth:
I had no say the way I am to be born.
If I know my color will offend you so much
And if I could
I would have asked not to be born
So that you may be happy.
So that you may have it all.

I offer this from the bottom of my heart
To appease you
For the fault of my skin color
Please take my life
Just kill me
BUT one thing I ask:

Please let my parents and my children live
As human beings
As you
with dignity and love.

just me.

I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO HATE YOU.

2009-05-20T19:15:00.004+08:00

What do you want me to do?
I cannot, how hard I try hate you just because your heart is filled with hate.
No, I am not indifferent to your state. I care. I do cry sometimes and ask that may the Power restore you to your goodness.
I hope that you will see the damage that is unleashed by your hate on others and yourself.
Sure, I hate the effects of your hate on people, on you and on everything that comes your way.
But I cannot hate you.
How could I when I am not sure why you hate so much.
Where did you learn this evil power?

Yes, I understand the reasons that others give to explain your hate
They say you are selfish
They say you want to survive and protect your position
They say you are an evil person.
But that is what mortals say in mortal language

My eyes see differently
My eyes see you hurting yourself
Deceiving yourself
Your hate is burning you every minute
And you mistakenly think that is strength.

I do not know. I am not sure.
Maybe you have come into my path to remind me what goodness and evil is?
In that sense you are sent to teach me
You were sent to make sure I am steadfast on my path
You were sent to remind me to forever love

So, what do you want me to do?
I simply cannot hate you.
Hate me all you want
I only hope my love can consume your hate
Let them call me a fool
For I do not know what else to do
But to love.

Just me.

RECALLING WHO I AM.

2009-05-16T22:31:00.004+08:00

I looked around the room
too many tools and things
a bed, a sofa, a chair, tv, etc,etc
too many distractions
too many things
that are not of me.

I looked around the room
found a corner
I lied down
trying to get as much of me
as possible
into the corner
curling myself into the fetal position.

I tried to recall
the purpose of my being
of my presence
of my transience
of the memory
of who I am
not what I have become.

In the fetal position
tears flowed down my cheeks
at the illusion
called life
in my sadness, I felt a tinge of joy
a joy that worldly words
cannot comprehend.

I now recall what I wish
I wont forget
of who I am
and what I have become
and how I can become
who I am.

just me.

The Balancer: You will bow

2009-05-15T13:26:00.003+08:00

And you thought that I will never catch up with you?
How could that ever be?
When I was there before time than you?

I was there at the point of creation
and I was there with those of you before you
call me by any name
call me natural law
call me reality
call me sufferings
call me liberation
call me anything
I was there before you

And how could you ever think you can elude me?
I am your balancer
your whip or your soother
depending on how you perceive me
but I am me irregardless of your perception.

I can come in many experiences
I am your sickness
I am your worries and fears
I am your sufferings
I am your old age
I am there
till death takes you away from my clutches.

And you
arrogant mortal
think you own the earth?

Be warned I am there
forever there
to temper your arrogance
and to make you bow humbly like the shadows
of the forenoon.

just me.

The Voice

2009-05-14T20:25:00.004+08:00

You know that you were born with The Voice
even if you did not realize it earlier
you knew it
and you were made to know it
at many stages of your life
BUT you decided not to listen to it.

You were born with The Voice
it is all that you needed
to live in this world
you knew it
and you were made to know it
at many stages of your life
BUT you decided not to listen to it

You tried very hard to avoid The Voice
tried to do the impossible
so, being impossible, you ignored
whatever it said
you went about your life your way
the way divergent from that which
The Voice was beckoning you to

But The Voice that you were born with
was meant for YOU
it was meant to be your personal guide
and protector
and you were made to know it
at many stages of your life
BUT you decided not to listen to it.

Having not listened to The Voice
you live your life in vain
though you perceive it otherwise
How could you perceive WHAT IS
when you are surrounded by the very things
that prevents WHAT is from being perceived?

In vain
you avoid the Voice
that you will be confronting
when the curtain falls
as it will.

just me.

Anger

2009-05-11T20:10:00.003+08:00

Like a fire it consumes you
all you can see is just the flames
and the smoke fills your lungs
and you just want to cough
out the phlegm at the target of your
intense hatred

and then
the little devil appears
with horns and a smirk
inciting you further
and you burn and you burn
your anger ever increasing

you want to burn your target
but alas
it
is
you
that
becomes
ashes.

just me.

IT STARTS!

2009-05-09T22:59:00.003+08:00

Today I have decided to blog with words pouring from my heart.

Don't expect me to be polite. No, I don't intend to be rude but just saying it as it is.

If you can stand what I say, please stay. If not, remember I did not invite you.

Live your life and let me live mine.

Lets share it if you allow.

We are sharing anyway.

You just do not know it

Like many things in your life.