From you to my dreams to Reality

I was all yours. I wanted nothing but you and I gave myself totally to you. I was this useless bundle of love that was just hanging on to you. So strong, pushed here and there, but I kept holding on because you were all that mattered. All that I wanted was you and more of you. All I wanted was to be with you. Wasn’t very satisfactory. It was very temporary though, always had to hold on more tightly because it would go anytime, or change. And it did change. And it was horrible. The more strongly I held, the further away from me, it went. Overall was more tears than laughter, more hate than love; more ugliness than beauty; more illusions than reality. Wasn’t very satisfactory. So the time when all I wanted was you is over. Although it wasn’t and isn’t in my hands to decide this.

Now all I want is to be with myself. With my dreams, with truth and reality. My dreams and reality aren’t contradictory although these two words usually are. Because I dream of reality. I dream of truth and reality. Not the reality around me, faked by everyone and every system, imposed and constructed by ideas and culture, by greed and contempt, by fear and injustice, by desire and man’s ego. Not the reality of money, status, social rules and politics. Not the reality of organized religions, not even the reality of a flawed science manipulated by power. Not the reality of time and space as clocks and measurements describe.

The reality I dream to be living is the reality, not found by Buddha or Christ, but felt in the core. It’s the indescribable that manifests all around and pervades every atom. It’s the reality of our DNA and of the construction of time and space. It’s how atoms assemble and disassemble. It’s how my emotions arise and pass. It’s how the world revolves, if it is revolving. It’s the reality of motion, movement, sound and frequency. The reality of death and life and sickness and health and beauty and the body and the mind, and what more is there inside of us, if there is more. And outside of us? Or is the delineating mark between inside and outside the one that will dissolve at the touch of Reality?

Maybe, or maybe not. You see, I have this strong feeling that this is it. That the separation between the I and the rest, inside and outside, me and others; is the illusion. That’s the reality that solves every other problem that exists in the whole world and inside of ‘me’ instantaneously. Once this reality is understood and faced with bare eyes, the rest crumbles like a mirage. I am almost sure this is the truth, but I need to convince myself this is  it.

And for this, I’m going to use the reality of this world-mirage imposed on me. I will use the education system and money and status and recognition to reach the proofs to consolidate my theory, or to prove it wrong. I’m going to America for my studies and Anthropology is taking me there. Anthropology among us, ‘civilised people’, anthropology in the depths of the Amazonian shamanic science, anthropology sitting next to Tibetan yogis and questioning them, every rich civilisation and poor. What do they know about time and space, life and death, body and mind, that we do not know? How to they bend ‘laws’ of nature and science? And according to which laws do they operate?
Our reality negates theirs. Our reality negates bending time and space and our body functions. But they have done it several times under scientific observation. Still we negate the possibility of such a reality. I want to deconstruct all this capitalist, industrialist, unsustainable, artificial reality we have consolidated over the years. At least help in deconstructing this. While I wish for truth and harmony to shine through, I appreciate the balance between positive and negative. However, the balance is bending way too much on the negative side.

Maybe it’s just how I’m seeing it. Maybe I’m ignoring all the beauty and awesome that we developed as the human culture and I’m focusing on the bad, that’s why I see an imbalance, heavier on the negative side. Even then, truth and reality if I find them, will get rid of this seeming imbalance created by my eyes and my mind.

No matter what, truth and reality is where I’m heading to. After drugs and religion, now let’s try anthropology. From my tiny island in the Indian Ocean, off the East coast of Africa, I’m making my way to America after years of dreaming. I can’t remember when I started to dream of going to America, it’s been so long. Now my dreams, truth and reality are all I want to be with.

Egoistical? In my dreams, this has got nothing to do with ego, just going with the flow and making the most of the life and dreams I’ve been given. 

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Vihangam Yoga

Vihangam” literally means “bird”. Just as a bird leaves its base on the earth to fly high in the sky, so does Vihangam Yoga enable the human Soul (Atma) to cut off its moorings in the Prakriti(phenomenal world) and realize its true and free nature.”

“In Vihangam Yoga the mind is lifted to its source, the Akshara Brahma where it is permanently quietened, just like a river losing its identity in the ocean. Once the soul is freed from bondage of the mind, it realises its true nature and stops identifying itself with the human body. In fact, the soul then acts as the master and guides the mind and the body in the way it likes. Having realised the futility of worldly pleasures, derived through the sense organs and their objects, it soars higher in search of the Absolute Bliss (Paramananda). It is then only that the real meditation of Vihangam Yoga starts, terminating in Samādhi, the ultimate aim of Yoga of meeting with the Supreme Soul. In this state the soul has attained liberation while residing in the body itself (Jivanmukti).”
from Wikipedia on Vihangam Yoga

Redefining Archetypes

gandalf_the_grey_by_kitao_chan-d5t4w3iDo you know the archetype of the sage or wiseman? With the long flowing beard, playful and reassuring eyes and enigmatic smile. The one who does not speak a lot, but appears randomly and unexpectedly, and pours down subtle but powerful pearls of wisdom. The one who has so much power on people he could make them his slaves, if he wanted. Like Gandalf and Dumbledore, or Osho or the ancient Indian sages, gurus or a powerful celtic magus or Merlin l’Enchanteur or Lauv or Rumi.

Take this archetype and put it in the body of a little girl. Wisdom has no age, no sex, no physical appearance, right? So there is no reason this could not be possible. What about a story on that? The all-knowing, wise and enigmatic little girl whom everybody else does not take really seriously at first glance, but who goes through the world making little changes and paving the paths she takes, with flowers and light.

You could say Ang, from ‘Avatar: The last Airbender’ is an example of this. But it’s not. Ang is still childish, learning and prone to the turbulent emotions of a young child. Remember when he went to the indian sage, the Guru to learn to open his chakra and about his own fears and stuff? Well, the girl i’m trying to portray does not need to go through all this. Because she already knows all one can teach. She is at the same level as the Guru et compagnie. (Actually there’s no level, but this is the easiest way to describe it).

Shiva and Soma, DNA and DMT.

What if people looked at Hindu mythologies the same way they look at ‘Lord of the Rings’ and ‘Harry Potter’ and the other fantastical epic novels or movies; without getting on their high horses about the truthfulness or fallacy of the story? Nobody condemns the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings fan for being a fan of those awesome fantasies, right? So being a big fan of Shiva is just as legit, right? If you have determined first that it’s just a cool story.

Maybe the difference between fantasy novels and Hindu mythologies(or religion) is exactly this: that a religion has been built upon the latter, with many people unconvincingly trying to make-believe it is true and imposing its misinterpreted codes on how people should conduct their lives.

There are some who believe that those ‘puranas’ and ‘stotras’ and other scriptures are just the collection of hallucinogenic creative writings of ancient sages tripping balls on Soma. Like it’s all made-up complex and intricate stories put together by brains going crazy on hallucinogens. But if that were the case, I doubt the sages later went on to shove those stories down people’s throats. They probably just wrote them and left them like creative pieces of work. And the problem came when other people wrongly misinterpreted them and started assigning meanings and codes and rules to them. DNA model

Others still, believe that those stories pertain to some truth: that the spiralling snakes of Shiva and kundalini is a representation of the DNA double-helix strands. (Scientists modelled it after a spiral staircase; hindu sages talked of intermingling snakes).

There is compelling evidence that our thoughts can affect the body to a large extent. And yoga and meditation are so powerful because they basically reach the inner structure of the body and deal with DNA damage and DNA repair. They can both destroy you and repair you, depending on how well or how wrong you’re doing it. There is also this theory about the two types of Shivlings. One is a black meteorite egg-shaped stone. It is said that such a stone is installed at Kabba in Mecca. The other one is man-made and is solidified mercury. (Solidifying mercury is supposed to be an ancient Vedic science.)

The original Shivling apparently came to earth when a black stone meteorite collided with earth many many years ago, carrying DNA, like the Rig Veda recounts. (Btw, the NASA recently declared, following studies on meteor showers, that DNA building blocks rain down via black meteorites as star dust.)

And Shiva’s third eye? Apparently it’s the Pineal gland found in the centre of the brain. Serotonin is transformed into melatonin only in the pineal gland. Decline in melatonin is the trigger for the aging process, for Melatonin is the super Pineal gland in the brainantioxidant of nature. (Monks’ and yogis’ and Buddha’s secret for their youthful looks, yeah.) The hormone Melatonin, induces sleep, while Serotonin, keeps you happy and in a balanced mental state of mind.

At the time of death, Serotonin and Melatonin in the brain break down to Dimethyltryptamine or DMT, C12 N2 H16, just after the oxygen stops circulating. This is the moment for the ultimate DMT trip. You supposedly see your whole past life as fractal divine geometry. And you know what, the Soma, mentioned several times in the 7000 year-old Rig Veda, is said to contain DMT a billion times more potent than what we have now —everybody could not handle it . Totally organic and natural, this hyper psychedelic made the human body a super computer, speaking the language of 4D fractal geometry. Complex maths was converted to geometry. Imagine an Ayahuasca trip multiplied by (insert unbelievably huge number).

And because the sages could not use those scientific terms, they used depictions of a man and his wife and family and wars and stuff to represent the fundamental truths. Imagine going to an uneducated grandma in the village and talking about DNA and molecules and meteorite and DMT. That would just leave her wondering what the freaking hell you’re talking about.

But…I think I went off track.

Bom Shankar!
Cosmic Shiva