Mahashivaratri 2014

Om Shivayo shantayo karanatrayo hetave,

Nivedayami chatmanag, tang gating Parameshwar,

Vishweshwarayo, nara karnava taranaya, gyan pradaya, karunamaya sagaraya,

Karpura dhavalendhu jatodharaye,

Daridre dukhya dahanaya,

Namah Shivaya, Nama Shivaya.

This Shivaratri has been like none other, I am a mother now, yes, a mother. My child has done something absolutely awesome; she has given birth to the mother who sits and types away. A new woman, an awakened woman, a poem composed of love!

Shivoham! Shivoham! Shivoham!

I am Shiva- sadchidananda- pure consciousness, unbridled bliss and absolute truth!

I have been toying with this idea forever, it seems like an eternity, yet, my punitive intellect cannot grasp it. Then again, it is not for the intellect to grasp, one must experience it for oneself. I have no way (it looks that way as of now) to get a cohesive understanding of this subject matter and intellectually analyzing it will not do it.

The mind is a futile tool indeed, it knows nothing. Thoughts like waves coming crashing on the mind-shore, these thoughts they crash and lose form. The idea held in them gets all merged with Nothingness. The mind is a loud cacophony of noises and one like me cannot hope to quieten it. Sadhana is the key and understanding the concept that this body is not me is the key. I can only mindlessly chant- SHIVOHAM!!!!

It’s not that repeating Shivoham does me no good.  According to Physiology, 125 million cells are regenerated every second and regularly chanting Shivoham aids in directing the turbulent mind to stillness, to quietude!!! The mind is pacified; it stops to ponder useless thoughts

ADI SHANKARACHARYA, in his interpretation of the name Shiva, interprets it to have multiple meanings: “The Pure One”, or “the One who is not affected by three Gunas of Prakrti (SattvaRajas, and Tamas)” or “the One who purifies everyone by the very utterance of His name. So no matter how clouded we are by ignorance, even if we feel that we are not adhyatmic or spiritual, still the mere utterance of this holy name will do the needful.

Shiva was always my favourite deity. My father told me that no matter who you were, what you did or had done, Shiva would accept you as his devotee. You just have to open your heart and seek him out,; one reason he is referred to as Bholenath or simple God.

The other Gods are selective and dismissive, very specific rituals and ablutions are required and I was never one for routine.  But, but, but I have been doing Shiv-puja now for years, since my childhood. My mother has shown me the way to perform the puja according to the parampara of Gyanganj, shown to her by her pujya Gurudeva Tunubaba who was the grandson of Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda.

As a child I was told all sorts of Pauranic stories; hours were spent contemplating these stupendous adventures, my imagination ran riot. Shiva forms the trinity of Hinduism with Vishnu and Bramha as the other two aspects. He is the destroyer, his dumaroo signals the end, also he is the patron deity of Arts and Yoga. As a writer, filmmaker, photographer he is the one I must anyway pay obeisance to, but trust me, the process has been effortless and organic. I have always loved Bholenath.

Shiva Linga is the symbol of Lord Shiva who is actually formless. He is Arupa, he is without definition and no words can describe him so we worship the lingam.

Shiva is the language of silence and if you pay heed, he speaks to you and in a profound state of awareness you realize that he is your in-dweller, your innermost self or ‘Atman,’ and who is identical with the supreme ‘Parabrahman.’

It was the story of the Amrit that absolutely fascinated me. Shiva in a totally new avatar! The episode of Dakshayagna infuriated me, how could all the Gods watch Shiva get insulted this way and then the dance of the Nataraj! Must confess, it did scare me to think of Shiva’s penultimate dance. No I did not understand that Shiva is the destroyer of time, his dance is a signal of Mahapralaya; the end of a cycle. Shiva, heralded the new.

On a personal note, Shiva has destroyed many an idea, some relationships, certain dreams from my life, yes, I know it is insignificant in the greater picture, but on very close inspection with a spiritual eye reveals- No, it is significant. I am not a mere drop in the ocean I am the ocean!! And every time he destroyed something, it pointed me to another direction. So destruction eventually led to creation and slowly, slowly my life took shape. At a point I was like a river, one bank had been destroyed, the other one crumbled too. The waters rushed out and took new shape, not defined again by two banks. Shiva crushed my whole life to create a new me and I am ever so grateful!

I am not a tiny atom, I am the Universe and Shiva is the Universe- he is everything!! I am everything- SHIVOHAM!!!

But, but, but….and the words just drain my consciousness, how can I grasp such infinitude??

It scares me; will I forever be this horse with blinkers, this frog in a well??

Will I ever experience Shivoham???

Now when I read the anecdotes on Shiva, I see a fathomless gamut of symbology, of buried inner meaning. Sanatan Dharma is to be taken literally only till a certain stage, once you look beyond the humanization that the rishis perpetrated on us, you begin to see a whole new world emerge, a world of truth, a world where every symbol begins to take on certain meaning. It is an amazing experience.

To know what Shiva is, to feel what Shiva is, to think like Shiva- is a very complex process.

It begins with renunciation- give up your ego, your self-identity. This body is not you, the house you live in is not your home, and you are an infinite being.

Science is now hinting that reality os holographic, so this 3D world of sensory experiences is not real. Some say, this Unity that Ancient cultures talk about is literal, they say that one person could be dreaming this whole darn thing up!

I would not disagree- that person is Ardhanarishwara- SHIVA AND SHAKTI- the two poles of duality, in a perpetual dance of creation!!!

We are just dreams in his mind, in her mind.

Do you know that the term SATYAM SHIVAM SUNDARAM is not really from our texts- the real words are SHANTAM SHIVAM ADWAITYAM, but Maharshi Devendranath Tagore(Rabindranath Tagore’s father) popularized them from a French Philosopher Cousin Victor who wrote Le uvai, Le beau, Le bien and ever since it has become a popular way to describe Lord Shiva.

However for many, an unclad picture of a half naked Zeenat Aman comes to mind and that simply goes on to show that this is ghor kalyug.

Anyway that does not take away the fact that Shiva is unalloyed joy, pristine beauty and very auspicious.

In fact, Shiva was worshipped prior to the Vedic period. Excavations at Mohenjodaro and Harappa show a deity, similar to Shiva, riding a bull. It is unmistakably Shiva.

Many Indus valley seals show animals. One seal that has attracted attention shows a figure, either horned or wearing a horned headdress and possibly ithyphallic figure seated in a posture reminiscent of the Lotus position and surrounded by animals was named by early excavators of Mohenjo-daroPashupati (lord of cattle), an epithet of the later Hindu gods Shiva and Rudra.

While speaking to the Sanskrit scholar, Mr. Kazanas, I discovered that the academic community definitely consider that deity to be a proto Shiva, although some scholars like Gavin Flood and John Keay think it is unfounded.

The worship of Shiva in the tantric form is age old and has continued in India, China, Nepal, Srilanka and Tibet for centuries. Areas notable for the practice of Shaivism include parts of Southeast Asia, especially Malaysia, Singapore, and Indonesia.

Shiva has existed from the time that time existed, from the very beginning of it all. Shaivism (Sanskrit: शैव पंथ, śaiva patha) (Tamilசைவ சமயம்) is the oldest of the four major sects of Hinduism, the others being VaishnavismShaktism and Smartism.

Another controversial fact I have discovered from my research is that the stone at Mecca, called the Kaba is actually a Shiva Lingam.

If you read the life story of Baba Loknath, you will see that during the 19th and 20th century Sadhus and Yogis would regularly visit the Kaba and pray there, why??? Because it is a Shiv Ling. Which is why the Sultan pours milk on that stone and prays, devotees circumambulate it, just like we perform pradakshina in temples. This has popped up in so many stories. This subject deserves a whole article and I will try to work on it.

All of divinity is Shiva. If you read Norse mythology, you will see the parallels between Odin and Shiva. He is everywhere, yet, nowhere!!!

The hearts of the devotees are black, they are in abject poverty, a kind of spiritual limbo, a materialistic plague overwhelms us. So how will Shiva find his way into our hearts???

Shivoham, Shivoham…..

Remember, Shiva is very forgiving. Just call out for his guidance and you will feel him in your life. It is simply that easy. Keep saying Shivoham and you will get calm, peaceful and things will appear in a new light, you will gain a different perspective.

So let’s gather today in unison and shout out to the world, let the Universe hear us, let Shiva hear us- SHIVOHAM.

I AM NOT A COMMODITY, I AM NOT A THING TO BE USED AND ABUSED, I AM NOT PROPERTY, I AM A HUMAN, I AM WHAT I AM – PURE BLISS, PEACE AND CONSCIOUSNESS- I AM SHIVA….

SHIVOHAM!!!!

Mahashivaratri 2014

 

Om Shivayo shantayo karanatrayo hetave,

Nivedayami chatmanag, tang gating Parameshwar,

Vishweshwarayo, nara karnava taranaya, gyan pradaya, karunamaya sagaraya,

Karpura dhavalendhu jatodharaye,

Daridre dukhya dahanaya,

Namah Shivaya, Nama Shivaya.

This Shivaratri has been like none other, I am a mother now, yes, a mother. My child has done something absolutely awesome; she has given birth to the mother who sits and types away. A new woman, an awakened woman, a poem composed of love!

Shivoham! Shivoham! Shivoham!

I am Shiva- sadchidananda- pure consciousness, unbridled bliss and absolute truth!

I have been toying with this idea forever, it seems like an eternity, yet, my punitive intellect cannot grasp it. Then again, it is not for the intellect to grasp, one must experience it for oneself. I have no way (it looks that way as of now) to get a cohesive understanding of this subject matter and intellectually analyzing it will not do it.

The mind is a futile tool indeed, it knows nothing. Thoughts like waves coming crashing on the mind-shore, these thoughts they crash and lose form. The idea held in them gets all merged with Nothingness. The mind is a loud cacophony of noises and one like me cannot hope to quieten it. Sadhana is the key and understanding the concept that this body is not me is the key. I can only mindlessly chant- SHIVOHAM!!!!

It’s not that repeating Shivoham does me no good.  According to Physiology, 125 million cells are regenerated every second and regularly chanting Shivoham aids in directing the turbulent mind to stillness, to quietude!!! The mind is pacified; it stops to ponder useless thoughts

ADI SHANKARACHARYA, in his interpretation of the name Shiva, interprets it to have multiple meanings: “The Pure One”, or “the One who is not affected by three Gunas of Prakrti (SattvaRajas, and Tamas)” or “the One who purifies everyone by the very utterance of His name. So no matter how clouded we are by ignorance, even if we feel that we are not adhyatmic or spiritual, still the mere utterance of this holy name will do the needful.

Shiva was always my favourite deity. My father told me that no matter who you were, what you did or had done, Shiva would accept you as his devotee. You just have to open your heart and seek him out,; one reason he is referred to as Bholenath or simple God.

The other Gods are selective and dismissive, very specific rituals and ablutions are required and I was never one for routine.  But, but, but I have been doing Shiv-puja now for years, since my childhood. My mother has shown me the way to perform the puja according to the parampara of Gyanganj, shown to her by her pujya Gurudeva Tunubaba who was the grandson of Paramhamsa Vishuddhananda.

As a child I was told all sorts of Pauranic stories; hours were spent contemplating these stupendous adventures, my imagination ran riot. Shiva forms the trinity of Hinduism with Vishnu and Bramha as the other two aspects. He is the destroyer, his dumaroo signals the end, also he is the patron deity of Arts and Yoga. As a writer, filmmaker, photographer he is the one I must anyway pay obeisance to, but trust me, the process has been effortless and organic. I have always loved Bholenath.

Shiva Linga is the symbol of Lord Shiva who is actually formless. He is Arupa, he is without definition and no words can describe him so we worship the lingam.

Shiva is the language of silence and if you pay heed, he speaks to you and in a profound state of awareness you realize that he is your in-dweller, your innermost self or ‘Atman,’ and who is identical with the supreme ‘Parabrahman.’

It was the story of the Amrit that absolutely fascinated me. Shiva in a totally new avatar! The episode of Dakshayagna infuriated me, how could all the Gods watch Shiva get insulted this way and then the dance of the Nataraj! Must confess, it did scare me to think of Shiva’s penultimate dance. No I did not understand that Shiva is the destroyer of time, his dance is a signal of Mahapralaya; the end of a cycle. Shiva, heralded the new.

On a personal note, Shiva has destroyed many an idea, some relationships, certain dreams from my life, yes, I know it is insignificant in the greater picture, but on very close inspection with a spiritual eye reveals- No, it is significant. I am not a mere drop in the ocean I am the ocean!! And every time he destroyed something, it pointed me to another direction. So destruction eventually led to creation and slowly, slowly my life took shape. At a point I was like a river, one bank had been destroyed, the other one crumbled too. The waters rushed out and took new shape, not defined again by two banks. Shiva crushed my whole life to create a new me and I am ever so grateful!

I am not a tiny atom, I am the Universe and Shiva is the Universe- he is everything!! I am everything- SHIVOHAM!!!

But, but, but….and the words just drain my consciousness, how can I grasp such infinitude??

It scares me; will I forever be this horse with blinkers, this frog in a well??

Will I ever experience Shivoham???

Now when I read the anecdotes on Shiva, I see a fathomless gamut of symbology, of buried inner meaning. Sanatan Dharma is to be taken literally only till a certain stage, once you look beyond the humanization that the rishis perpetrated on us, you begin to see a whole new world emerge, a world of truth, a world where every symbol begins to take on certain meaning. It is an amazing experience.

To know what Shiva is, to feel what Shiva is, to think like Shiva- is a very complex process.

It begins with renunciation- give up your ego, your self-identity. This body is not you, the house you live in is not your home, and you are an infinite being.

Science is now hinting that reality os holographic, so this 3D world of sensory experiences is not real. Some say, this Unity that Ancient cultures talk about is literal, they say that one person could be dreaming this whole darn thing up!

I would not disagree- that person is Ardhanarishwara- SHIVA AND SHAKTI- the two poles of duality, in a perpetual dance of creation!!!

We are just dreams in his mind, in her mind.

Do you know that the term SATYAM SHIVAM SUNDARAM is not really from our texts- the real words are SHANTAM SHIVAM ADWAITYAM, but Maharshi Devendranath Tagore(Rabindranath Tagore’s father) popularized them from a French Philosopher Cousin Victor who wrote Le uvai, Le beau, Le bien and ever since it has become a popular way to describe Lord Shiva.

However for many, an unclad picture of a half naked Zeenat Aman comes to mind and that simply goes on to show that this is ghor kalyug.

Anyway that does not take away the fact that Shiva is unalloyed joy, pristine beauty and very auspicious.

In fact, Shiva was worshipped prior to the Vedic period. Excavations at Mohenjodaro and Harappa show a deity, similar to Shiva, riding a bull. It is unmistakably Shiva.

Many Indus valley seals show animals. One seal that has attracted attention shows a figure, either horned or wearing a horned headdress and possibly ithyphallic figure seated in a posture reminiscent of the Lotus position and surrounded by animals was named by early excavators of Mohenjo-daroPashupati (lord of cattle), an epithet of the later Hindu gods Shiva and Rudra.

While speaking to the Sanskrit scholar, Mr. Kazanas, I discovered that the academic community definitely consider that deity to be a proto Shiva, although some scholars like Gavin Flood and John Keay think it is unfounded.

The worship of Shiva in the tantric form is age old and has continued in India, China, Nepal, Srilanka and Tibet for centuries. Areas notable for the practice of Shaivism include parts of Southeast Asia, especially Malaysia, Singapore, and Indonesia.

Shiva has existed from the time that time existed, from the very beginning of it all. Shaivism (Sanskrit: शैव पंथ, śaiva patha) (Tamilசைவ சமயம்) is the oldest of the four major sects of Hinduism, the others being VaishnavismShaktism and Smartism.

Another controversial fact I have discovered from my research is that the stone at Mecca, called the Kaba is actually a Shiva Lingam.

If you read the life story of Baba Loknath, you will see that during the 19th and 20th century Sadhus and Yogis would regularly visit the Kaba and pray there, why??? Because it is a Shiv Ling. Which is why the Sultan pours milk on that stone and prays, devotees circumambulate it, just like we perform pradakshina in temples. This has popped up in so many stories. This subject deserves a whole article and I will try to work on it.

All of divinity is Shiva. If you read Norse mythology, you will see the parallels between Odin and Shiva. He is everywhere, yet, nowhere!!!

The hearts of the devotees are black, they are in abject poverty, a kind of spiritual limbo, a materialistic plague overwhelms us. So how will Shiva find his way into our hearts???

Shivoham, Shivoham…..

Remember, Shiva is very forgiving. Just call out for his guidance and you will feel him in your life. It is simply that easy. Keep saying Shivoham and you will get calm, peaceful and things will appear in a new light, you will gain a different perspective.

So let’s gather today in unison and shout out to the world, let the Universe hear us, let Shiva hear us- SHIVOHAM.

I AM NOT A COMMODITY, I AM NOT A THING TO BE USED AND ABUSED, I AM NOT PROPERTY, I AM A HUMAN, I AM WHAT I AM – PURE BLISS, PEACE AND CONSCIOUSNESS- I AM SHIVA….

SHIVOHAM!!!!

 

His Birthday

Hey Gandhababa, today is your birth anniversary,

I have so much to say,

But words fail me.

I delude myself on my so-called word mastery,

But in actuality, all I have today is tears.

Tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears of pain,

Every single emotion I experience, cascades down my eyes,

They express themselves like the Ganges which flows impetuously,

Shiva’s jata is her home, my heart is the home of my tears.

Today I stand before you, my Shiva, my Deva, my Gurudeva,

I stand bereft, naked and destitute,

I stand like a beggar on the street, filthy, abject and desperate.

My source of sustenance is the warmth of your eyes.

Your piercing eyes, they play with me.

Sometimes you seem angry, rudra-rupi,

Sometimes you are the very picture of motherly love,

Sometimes you guide me to a better understanding of this life,

Sometimes you are just the epitome of shanti, of shakti.

I know about your deva-tulya siddhis,

I know you are super-man,

But to me you are my mother, my father, my friend and my child.

To me you are the light in the lamp of my life,

To me you are the meaning behind my activities,

To me you are the smile in the lips of my child.

You are an atom, you are the Universe.

You are my breath, you are my eyes,

You see through me, things I understand and things I have no clue of.

You are the Sun, the essence behind the bright orb visible in the sky.

You make it possible for me to exist, for all life to exist.

You are Bramha, Vishnu, Maheswara.

You create, you preserve, and you destroy.

You dance the tandava, the dumroo in your hands.

I hear your dumaroo in the thunder,

I hear your laughter in silence.

I can see you sitting atop Mount Kailash,

I can see you as Shiva, my Ishtadeva,

I know of how your body smelled of the lotus,

I know how you had the divine lotus positioned in your navi.

I imagine your smell; it is the most beautiful smell,

I know, I am doing an appalling task of explaining it,

How can I explain a scent?

How do you explain salty to one who has never tasted salt?

How can you describe the raw beauty of a sunset to one who is blind?

You scent is hard-wired in my system,

Not only for this life, where I have not met you,

Not in this time when you had taken mahasamadhi before I was born,

But I speak of a time when you and me, we were together,

We were together in the fabric of time and space!

We are entangled to the very quantum level,

You are the rhythm of my breath.

You are the light of my eyes.

You are the sound of the anahata nada which rings eternally in my soul.

You are indestructible,

You are forever existent.

There is no beginning to you and there is no end.

You heavenly glow pervades each Sunrise,

The golden rays of the Sun are made of your essence.

You are the father of Akhanda Mahayoga.

You are the soul of the Navamundi Mahasana.

For the welfare of mankind, to awaken us slumbering lot,

You dealt with the wrath of the Mahayogis of Gyanganj,

Humanity is not ready for such gifts, they said.

But your compassion was greater than any reason,

Your love for us was like a mother’s,

You shouldered the responsibility of giving us such divine gifts.

And look what we did with it?

Look what has become of all you gave selflessly.

You would draw diseases from your disciples,

Such was your love, such was your commitment.

You would rather suffer than let any of your children suffer.

You are the very epitome of motherhood, of self dedication to your young.

Parabrahm in a nutshell is you,

The abstract has concretized itself in you,

You may have two hands, two eyes and a physical body like us,

But you are nothing like us,

You are God, you are pure consciousness.

So how are we to understand you in this dense level?

We can never understand your greatness,

Or who you really are.

How can an ant ever grasp the greatness of poetry?

Or how can a koyi fish understand philosophy?

We will never realize who you truly are.

The only thing we can do is love you.

We can fill our hearts, our minds and our souls with mad love for you.

Like Meerabai felt for her Lord.

We can love you like the desert loves rain.

We can love you like a hungry man loves a morsel of food after weeks of starvation,

We can love you like a soldier loves peace after spending years on the battlefield.

Your essence is indivisible, akhanda,

Your thoughts can create Universes and the blink of your eyelids can destroy them.

You are the true Sadguru, you are the true Ishta,

You are everything,

You are me, you are me, and you are me,

Joy Guru.

 

 

ONTOLOGICAL MUSINGS

I exist, or do I?

Is it because I think I exist, I find myself existing?

Is it because I feel pain and longing that I exist?

Is it the mere thought or feelings that makes me want to exist?

 

The misty raindrops on my face, the scorching Sun on my skin,

The filth and stench carried by the howling wind,

The odoriferous plants, all green,

The mellow evening Sun akin,

To the hollow thoughts and dreams which grin!

 

The infinite Universe,

Glimpses of which I hold,

The Hubble spacecraft shooting awesome pictures of creation,

The images of deep, dark space, peopled with magnificence, behold!

 

Drudgery, routine, boxed-into existence,

Forced to follow, comply and conform.

Does this make any sense?

Is this the general norm?

 

In my innate stupidity, I seek out freedom.

Freedom for a slave?

A debt slave, a thought slave, a dream slave.

It’s superfluous, it’s random.

 

What does it all add up to?

This hallucination, this dream.

It’s infinite; ghosts that deconstructs themselves in the dance, the existential scream.

They desperately haunt us, the ghosts of the past.

It’s all a freaking paradox, it’s hauntology, says Derrida.

Are you aghast?

 

The ghosts of Gandhi, of Nehru, of Subhas Chandra Bose,

All occupy bits of our stagnant brain,

The Sonias, Modis, Advanis,

Pieces of information to keep us harassed.

They exist; yes they do, in our psyches.

 

This my friend, is the waking sleep,

A sleep-walking of numberless eons,

Of the existence of space-time in the deep.

I marvel at its vastness, like an endless black python.

Creeping and crawling to devour existence.

 

War, famine, disease, this is the reality I see.

Yes there are pretty things, yes there are luxuries,

But not for me.

The shining diamond oozes blood of the innocent children,

The chic clothes smell of hunger, depravation, exploitation,

The leather feels cold, yet, alive,

I feel barren.

 

The smell of death, the touch of suffering,

The hungry mouths, the tired bodies,

This is reality, wait, its buffering.

This is what it embodies.

The sleep, the dream, the dream in the dream!

 

I shout, I see it, I hear it,

The pain, the atrocity, it exists.

But where?

In my eyes, in my ears, in my bloody fists.

 

The efficient nerves carry this vibration to my brain,

It is information,

A validation,

That yes, this is the reality I see, I experience.

AND THIS REALITY EXISTS IN ME!

 

THIS REALITY IS ME!

Am I creating this incessant vicious cycle of suffering?

Am I responsible for this awful mess?

The screams, the shouts, the pain, the deaths,

Yes they all exist in ME, none the less!

 

The sense and the mind manifest space and time,

It’s philosophy, its Kant.

I read and re-read this sentence,

Imbecile that I am, I can do nothing,

Just rave and rant.

 

Enough of the ghosts of the past,

They never last,

Not even for a brief moment.

Enough of pedantic Philosophy,

Enough of cowardly Masochism,

Its choreography,

So enough of the anachronisms.

 

Ideas are outdated, thought is over-rated,

Feelings are not to be trusted.

Why? You ask.

Look around.

What have I created?

Apathy, misogyny, misanthropy, communalism and Xenophobia,

To name just a few.

The Universe is inside me,

It’s not something which I can eschew.

 

Nothing exists out of me,

Not you, not this world, not this poem,

All of it just boils down to sensory perceptions,

Do you see?

 

In solitude I see,

There is no such thing as you or me,

Nothing called space and time outside of me!11870938_1021834384494819_5924541710870324175_n

I AM I

29512_390018132935_7876311_nI am a reflection,

A 3D projection,

In a hologram.

I am here and there,

I’m everywhere.

From the quark to the mightiest space-time clusters,

I am the causeless cause.

Also the veil of matter.

Isn’t life fantastic?

I am a fractal,

Immortal and eternal.

Infinity in infinity.

I perish not,

Reabsorbed I am,

Into me.

As I dream this dream,

This world it would seem is just my thoughts,

My visions and my dreams.

 

THE REFLECTION THAT ANALYZES ITSELF

 

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There is this constant reflection in me that analyzes, edits, stores or deletes every thought, idea and action.

This reflection is no abstraction.

It’s as bright and omnipotent as the Sun itself,

It never ceases its processes.

Analyzing, decoding, retrieving, and assimilating memories.

Memories are like flimsy friend, here now gone tomorrow.

Forgotten or edited.

Memories do not simply remain as they’re meant to,

There are processes that add or subtract to them,

That embellishes them or disrobes them.

Not one memory that exists can be true.

The phenomenon of remembering is a hoax unto itself without a shadow of doubt.

Then can we trust this reflective process?

You know, often no judgement exists in this reflection,

There is just the Cognizer.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts and more reflection!

Can we imagine a great Cosmic mind reflecting on all there is?

We’re a part of that cognitive process.

From the macro world of bacteria and viruses,

To the gigantic star clusters.

Are we not a reflection of this Universal Mind?

 

Why did demonetisation happen?

Pluto in Capricorn…

Whatever Pluto comes in contact is alchemically transformed forever. Pluto may just be the proverbial Philosopher’s stone. When you are touched by Pluto and come under its energies, you will come away totally changed. All the junk files you had gathered on your being will be deleted by Pluto. And no friend. No recovery. Pluto, the ruler of the underworld will turn to dust what no longer is aligned with our soul purpose. There is nothing shallow about this transformation. Pluto is intense. It will create a depth in you you’ve never seen before. You will get lighter by what is burnt away. But during the transit, you will HAVE TO FACE YOUR DEMONS. Nov 27th, 2008 Pluto enters Capricorn. We know what happened just the day before in Bombay. 26/11/2008 happened. Bombay’s greatest terrorist attack. The city was under siege if mainstream media is to be believed. Imagine what change Pluto’s movement was causing. Pluto had been in Saggi from 1995. So much has been happening since then- THE INTERNET WAS BIRTHED!!! I rest my case.

On the flip side, Pluto brings scandal. And boy, have we not seen some hardcore scandals come to light.

Capricorn is all about structure and tradition. Banking, financial institutions, lawyers, architecture, governments, all fall under it. So what is Pluto doing within it?

The Gandhi family fell and a chaiwala was elected the PM of India.

We have seen the ugly side of fundamentalism pop up, at home, and in the US. Pluto is changing forever what we have built whether we like it or not. Things that are not serving us anymore, will fall away.

Narendra Modi, Trump, promised CHANGE. Not the same old Gandhi family scion or the crooked war mongering Dem Hillary. They were rejected for NEW. BJP, the Right, all arose from this energy. Don’t think Pluto is done. There is much change to do and each day we will see these institutions get decimated. There will be CHANGE and radical change which we must embrace.

That in short is why DEMONITIZATION happened. The banks and the old currency system will be destroyed and a new digital economy will be built. Pluto may break again and again till it passes into its next journey.

Of course many other celestial bodies are supporting and aiding this shift…so expect major, major changes…images-3

Mars in Pisces

That night 19th of Dec, Mars enters Pisces. Now Merc also goes retro. I have all these crazy ideas that are running through my mind. I want to create content out of thin air. Don’t know why but Merc retro is a huge add on to my creativity. Yet my cell is dead. So no more instagram posts that will be shared on FB as well. No more exchange with the world.

Pisces Moon here. Obsessed with the more feminine sides of life- occult, emotions, feelings…and the idea of falling in love. This Leo sun thing coupled with the Leo Ascendant with my moon in Pisces is always making me mourn for things that were not. Looking for something, someone, some experience. Moody, mystical, dreamy, psychic…all the baggage there.

Wondering if this was it, you know? Will this person, who happens to be the father of my child be my partner forever? Will there ever be any other person? There I was, in Goa, all alone…I felt excited. I could meet anybody in the world.

Goa is known to be open to people from all over the world. So my twinflame could be here. So I kept an open mind. Suddenly an interesting tune began to play. I looked to the DJ cabin and guess what- the DJ looked exactly like my partner. I mean EXACT. Same hair, same face, same height…like a xerox copy. Mars in Pisces…Ah the mystical Pisces.

Now I cannot even begin to tell you how cathartic it was looking at that face. The poor DJ must have been wondering why this city woman is staring at me? Who the fuck is she?

So now I was just put in my place by the mystical Pisces. Yes Mars made me want to take action…to want to see if other options were available. Yet what did this energy translate into Pisces? Completely surreal.

Now Pisces is known to be the wild card. In tarot, the card for Pisces is the moon. Again symbolism deals with intuition, emotions, polarities, sexuality. The Moon card has a certain element of confusion attached to it. This is often times pejoratively connected to women. All women are confused, blah, blah…we’ve all had our fill of misogynistic jokes and digs at women. So this confusion is not necessarily bad. The feminine principle is actually receptive and passive, unlike the yang energy which is active and penetrating. This confusion may keep them open to growth because they are never so sure that they will become dogmatic. Of course women now a days are all prototypical males in the working. They exhibit mostly masculine traits as society has shown them that that is desirable. Being a woman or feminine is often derided. As if the feminine is only about looking pretty and bearing babies. That is what patriarchy and Mars which is a representation of things masculine have turned the feminine or Pisces into. Mars on his negative days is aggressive, possessive, and a control freak.

How did I assimilate this crazy energy. The Moon in tarot. Of course the cars were with me. Hand in hand we walked as my partner’s doppelganger played some eerie tunes. I had heard them before. From chaos arises fertility, I think Anais Nin said that. Fuck I can claim to be a good disciple of that principle. My life is chaos personified. Always has been. From this chaos, I have churned and churned to make my magic potion.

I am stirring and churning away all the confusion, all the chaos. I am cooking the chaos. My psychic energies were activated and I felt the wind go through me as if it carressed each atom of my body.

The sea was humming. A deep hum. It was driving me crazy. Strolling alone…thinking of the Mars in all the multiverses. Entering Pisces? Just a dream! A conscious cock entering the cosmic vagina.

Oh and the party felt like my life…it is just ABOUT TO BEGIN…not quite there yet. But this might be an awakening. This jolt into my insides. Mars is steaming the Pisces seas and heating me up. I surrender to my intuition. It knows what my body craves for. Like the Pisces confusion personified. You know how the Moon card is about waiting…I was right there…waiting for the music to take off, the crowd to fill and the energy to spike up. But nothing happened.

Just the danse macabre. There is no sunshine. There is no other experience available to me right now. Don’t look for it for the mirror will be shown right back. In this case, the same face. Unmistakable. Unbelievable. There is no getting out of this karmic soup my higher self is cooking.

Very moist on emotions. Very sensitive to flowing kundalini.

Let’s this how this confusion takes shape in 2017!!!mars-in-pisces

My cell, a brand new S7EDGE got fucked. The whole display had to be changed because the port was damaged. Merc Retro hitting me with this now.