“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
Do 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).
My (unrealistic) Christmas Wishlist:
1) A trip to South ‘Murica
2) A trip to any country
3) A trip in this country ✓
4) Headphones ✓
5) The real, organic Salvia
6) Any prolonged, happy trip in/with the mind ✓
7) A playlist of perfect new music
8) Art supplies (and some talent too)
9) Quality time with friends and lover ❤ ✓
10) And a white eyeliner.
11) And maybe, Enlightenment and none of the above.
I don’t want to keep anything private to myself anymore. That’s just how i feel, i want to throw it all out and stop making such a big deal about it, and so that we can get it done with and move on. Because that’s what life is, moving on, constantly. Not getting caught up in swirls and marshes, and dodging the obstacles in the best way possible, dealing with failure and stuff… Failure is just what you don’t get, that you thought you wanted. But why you don’t get it, is because yourself you did not allow it. For your own interest. Or because you did something. The thing is that it’s all in there inside of you. Written by yourself. On yourself. There’s no one to judge outside of you. And there is no one who knows better than you what you did, and why you did. And the thing is, that you never had the choice? Did you? Do you ever have the choice? Or do you just do what you think is best, what attracts you the most? Its like this living thing, Life, or creation, has this magnetic power about it that seems to hold the strings to all the rest of the beings, and everything and everyone dances to that tune. And there’s nothing in your power, or in anyone else’s power, it’s just like magnetic forces playing on you, pulling you here, pushing you there, and the illusion is to think that..you know..that…you are in control…… because the moment you start to think like that is the moment you become isolated from the rest. then ‘you’ begin to exist. Then man became self-conscious. Then he became scared. Then he felt alone. And guilty. And he was ashamed. But he is not in control of anything at all, he is one with it, dancing and playing, there is no one holding the reins and there is no one to follow, and no one has to follow him. We are all on the same basis, equal as fuck. and the two sides of the spectrum are there too. All we have to do is glide by, enjoy and not get caught in the promises of glory or the threats of the opposite. Leave them there as they are… Enjoy what you can, don’t grab.
It’s like we feel an obligation to be ordinary. You know. empty. Normal. We could be so much more. It’s scary. So big, so grand, that they got scared. That we got scared ourselves. And chose to leave the good and the bad. Do you leave Heaven, because Hell comes with it? Or do you take both? It’s all in the mind. There’s nothing outside the mind.
This is all intelligence at play. An intelligence so acute it could manipulate atoms and molecules and matter and create stuff around it, make these worlds arise. An intelligence that separated into so many people and gave each one of them an intelligence of their own, a life of their own, feelings of their own, and still maintains the connection between these infinitely small and dispersed selves with the whole, with the rest. And time.. Time comes as a tool in all this. Because it is needed to make everything happen one at a time and in sequence, time is also a creation of this intelligence.
And their eyes met and he smiled. They both knew. And there was nothing to say about it. The physical acknowledgement of a smile was not even necessary. But it made it go through more smoothly than anything else. They could have gone their ways without smiling while still knowing, or they could have stopped to talk at length and in details about it all, but a smile was the simplest and most effortless way to share that moment.
Now that they knew it, there was nothing to do about it. Nothing to get excited about, nothing to exploit, nothing to make money from, nothing to show to impress others, nothing to indulge in, nothing to share. All these years she had been struggling with her thoughts, with her emotions, her motivations in life, her mission, her responsibilities, right and wrong, people, family and lovers, government, authority and rebellion, the planet, religion, God, what to eat, what not to, whom to listen to and where to go, what to do. She had been struggling with all these and with the attempt to put an end to it all. She had desired freedom, enlightenment, release from the world of illusions; and now, all of these looked like one thing. The struggle and the quest were not different from the destination she had reached. It all formed part of the same thing. She had been enjoying and suffering but the drama was worth it, like any good movie with the right doses of tragedy, comedy and drama. The more intense it was, the more she had got a kick out of it, while searching for the end of it all at the same time. Like playing blindfold. Why would you intentionally put a blindfold on your eyes and play around when you could see clearly without? It makes it more fun. That’s what she had been doing, intentionally wearing the blindfold to make it more fun, while wishing to see more clearly.
She had struggled a long time to get rid of the blindfold. But now she had taken it off. Nothing much had changed. The sky was still blue…and purple and orange and grey at times. It still got cold in winter and at night. She still got hungry and she still went to the toilet. The body was just the body. Was she anymore than the body? Was she anymore than the individual soul? Was she just part of the universal soul? Or was she the totally of it ? Or was ‘she’ just an illusion? And all there was was ‘it’?
The separation between she and it had become more and more ambiguous and she had begun to wonder if that was not the only illusion that had to be dispelled for everything else to fall into place.
Me: I sooo want to be free from everything and everyone!!!
The enigmatic, hinting at being all knowing but still will beat around the bush sage: Bitch please, you sooo ‘want’ this. You gotta be free from that want itself for a start.
Me: But then that sends me again on the merry go round.
Me: But how do i get really free from all these wants, from wanting to be free from the want of getting free (this can go on..) from everything and everyone ? Sage: Kill yourself and do a favor to humankind
Me: But… 😦 Stupid sage >.<