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

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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

At the Door.

Knock! Knock!

– Go.Away.

– Don’t you want to see who it is?

– I know it’s just another Illusion.

– So you think that, if you keep on refusing to open, the Illusions will stop coming at your door at some point?

– I don’t know. I don’t care. I ain’t opening that fucking door to anything again.

– What if..it were not an Illusion, what if this time, it were Reality, or Truth, or something awesome like True Love, or the Mission of your life, or Enlightenment?

– Don’t care. I’d tell it to get lost just the same. Because whatever it can be, will always be accompanied by Pain. I don’t want the awesome, it’s bound to come with its partner: its opposite. Reality is right here, right now.

– Why don’t you just open the door and look at the Illusion as it is: as an illusion? Let it come and entertain it like one? It can’t hurt you if you remember it is an Illusion.

– Everytime I let one in, it becomes really hard to make it go afterwards. It’s like this intrusive guest that makes himself at home in your home and doesn’t want to go. And the more time I spend with it, the more I start to believe in him, and forget it’s an Illusion. I get into its game. And when he goes away (he’s bound to go at some point, because he ain’t real, or die right here and leave his rotten envelope behind for me to clean up,) it breaks my heart. I’m not entertaining Illusions in my house anymore.

– But you do know, that.. you’re one of them too, right?

– …

– Well, you are. Maybe you should get out of the house too and go away. Or shoot a bullet into your fucking illusional head.