tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19126420478748487112024-02-19T17:38:18.334-08:00UnmindingInternet Diary Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-37237554881533916442015-06-06T04:19:00.002-07:002015-06-06T04:19:28.636-07:00Revival<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I prefer to write on word and save files in my documents, its natural like what typewriters must have been to writers once and perhaps still are, but when I intent to post I write here. It feels like a pedestal upraised just enough that a few curious passing eyes can have a glimpse before moving on. It is sweet, the internet but just like the real world it also has its ghettos.<br />
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Film making expression was always admired by me and everybody I knew but I had never seen myself working to make one. Id see myself in the characters, in the plot, in the reality of the story's universe and that inspired me to give life to my own characters, plot and universes. Now that they exist in real-time however in words, I feel that a visual and audible existence of it all is also an intriguing prospect. As Nandu says in The Blue Umbrella,"Atma ki shanti mein nafa nuksan nahi dekha jata".<br />
I feel that contrary to his obsession my approach is one of resignation and intuition. Resignation because to be on the field of this industry would mean hyper speed of action in daily life which was not my initial plan, Id thought of writing in seclusion but in time I also found this thirst for growth,<br />
It was only a spark at first and rekindled my love of painting just enough that I used old poster colors to paint on an A4 sheet; I still cherish that painting to be one of my favorites. Then as college rolled in and I adjusted to the changes I found that music had deep implications on a person and that intrigued me as I delved deeper into the musical universe created by humanity and I was again inspired to not restrict myself to just me. Intuitively and hunting for gratification I picked up the guitar and found that I felt myself expanding not just in thoughts but actions. Soon I found that I could control myself enough to be on the way to completion of the project Id started but was then struggling through because of my hunt for gratification. I wanted to visit the himalayas and I did because I felt that time was lazy there yet invigorating, demanding work from you yet keeping you cushioned in mental comfort. This system is opposite of my system at home and I find that it always shifts my body clock into a balance. Soon after the return I was able to be focus better and picked up several healthier habits. I had much more energy to quench the gratifications through more means and through time and practice I developed kind of a balance which helped me expand into the different things I did and stride ahead in my project. Film making still hadn't crossed my mind as a primary profession rather only a fleeting fantasy of a slow day but <i>films </i> I had always loved. So when the time came and I reflected upon everything and how far it had alienated from my initial expectation I asked myself,"What should be the next chapter?"<br />
I don't ever remember asking this to myself consciously and I don't know if I was watching The Dark Knight, Pulp Ficiton, Guzaarish, Om Darbadar, Two and a half men, The clerks, Office space, Silence of the lambs, Krishna cottage, The hobbit, Misery, Dr, Who, Tom and Jerry, Ed Edd n Eddy, Dexter, Samurai Jack, How to train your dragon, Cast away, Vantage point, Children of men, Pok'emon, Digimon, Alien, The thing, Oldboy, Back to the future, Dementia, The cell. Lagaan, Jodha Akbar.....I can't even, when I decided but somebody asked me one day," So what're you doing after you're done?" and I answered without missing a beat. "I want to learn how to make films."<br />
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For better or worse, Ive chosen my poison and from what I've learned through successes and failures alike is that to complete what you start. Maybe I treat this blog like a diary just because I like to think I talk to the blank white space between the words when I write and even in the case of this blog I'd rather present an unedited retrospective. After writing this Im sure Ill feel clearer and perhaps might give you, the reader, an unrestricted glimpse, you know just because we're here together in real time.<br />
Sohn </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-49724718576181193282015-01-19T22:44:00.001-08:002015-01-19T22:46:49.769-08:00Whimsy <p dir="ltr">Chilly winter mornings have an intoxicating character, <br>
They sweep in through the holes,<br>
The parts you couldn't hide, <br>
And against your will bind you in their charm.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Perhaps it is the wavy fog, <br>
Descending as if from the nostrils of an iced monster, <br>
Peering at our land, our miserable little lives,<br>
Uncomprehending the indecipherable fragility of human time. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The sun blasts away inevitably, <br>
The monster's simple curiosity, <br>
But not for long, its got more babes you see. <br>
Ice man picks on the earthlings again,<br>
Only trying to decipher the fragility of man,<br>
To him the heavens are empty fields,<br>
And temperature a sense of being,<br>
Poor humans; how will they understand,<br>
Living their tiny lives, blossoming insanity through time. <br>
The monster's curiosity melting it steps over to another toy,<br>
And let's the sun help in completing the short lived existence. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-68452034222926013102015-01-19T22:26:00.001-08:002015-01-19T22:26:47.403-08:00Just beauty<p dir="ltr">Do the trees sing lullabies to the wind, <br>
Responding to it's caress with a gentle shiver,<br>
Unminding it's latent ferocity, <br>
Perhaps shy of its thrusts.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Do the monkeys grow beyond,<br>
The revolving mud beneath them,<br>
After they've crossed to the skies,<br>
Or is it the mother splitting new life from its body,<br>
To enable witnessing of the glory of this verse. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Is there a song in the perpetual motion, <br>
Of trees, bees, rivers and seas,<br>
Or can harmony only be dreamed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Do dreams bind us in a plane,<br>
How do you see the insane, <br>
Can minds know what followers never could,<br>
Would in reality you see all as its stood.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It is not for me to answer but a wondering fool I joy to be, <br>
Without mystery and miracles can reality ever suffice to be,<br>
I see; <br>
In gushing rivers, the gurgling sounds,<br>
Jagged hilltops and smoky clouds,<br>
Stride of a lion and flight of a bird,<br>
There's a bigger finger writing our verse.<br></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-8614811328053909482014-12-15T04:31:00.000-08:002014-12-15T04:31:15.643-08:00How to make money by doing what you like<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is very uncharacteristic of me to write about making money as mostly I preach about letting go of the illusion of its importance, yet I understand that money is an inseparable part of human experience in this time and hence I have come up with a few key points which grant access to a significant amount of money through methods which are consistently being followed by the pioneers of today's human world. <div>
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The first step to ensure making money through what a person likes doing is by placing money secondary to the 'actions' performed by the person for which he/she wants to be paid. </div>
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1. Work for the work, and keep money secondary - </div>
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Once you spare energy on your actions, your mindset while performing the said action decides the consequences of the actions. So if you go about the actions with the thirst for money or desperation of earning then ultimately money is repelled by your unbalanced state of mind. If, however, a person works and provides a benefactor with a state of work which has been done with utmost precision untainted by the vigorous need for making money, then money flows from one to another seamlessly. It is philosophical in its roots that money is Just a method of exchange and what is important is the 'work'.</div>
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2. Be a perfectionist when it comes to your art or trade -</div>
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No matter what it is that you are doing, if you hone your skills to a level of proficiency which grants you the peace of mind to offer it on without any misgivings then all parties involved in the transaction gain from the exchange. Money is always in a dynamic state, shifting seamlessly to and fro, so it is much easier for a person to gain more money from various pursuits of extraordinary persuasion than numerous ones with low level of satisfaction. Honestly and genuinely contribute to whichever system you take part in and money shall make its way to you, rather than you making its way to it. </div>
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3. Know what it is that you want to do - </div>
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This is perhaps the hardest part of living; choosing, and there is only one way to do it right. By making mistakes and trying out all fancies and interests which cross your mind. A person undoubtedly stumbles onto his/her genius end of the spectrum when that person knows about himself/herself and gaining that transparency with oneself is only possible through the art of knowing 'what it is not'. If you know what it is that you want to do, beyond all doubt then the only thing that remains to be done is enjoying what you do. </div>
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4. Enjoy what you do.</div>
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A person cannot entirely create something he/she cherishes unless they really enjoy doing it. If you write, do trade, catch fishes or even wait at tables, unless you really enjoy doing it a sense of foreboding keeps you from efficiently benefiting from what you do. Even meagre jobs which are frowned upon by society serve as inseparable cogs in the bigger clockwork system and if a person for e.g waits at tables but does it so lovingly and genuinely that all people tip the person graciously and further want to be served by the person. In time the waiter can form bonds with his customers and who knows from where he gets the opportunity to start his own venue which runs on the 'style' of the waiter, attracting old and new customers; ultimately solving the waiters' low wage lifestyle problems. </div>
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In any field, knowledge is the foundational stone which ultimately grants the existence of industries and the thing about innovation is that its value is only established once it is found. Always keep an open mind, and strive to learn from experiences, mistakes, people and all things that make life because all parts of it are infinitely connected with everything else. Look for better, more efficient ways to do the actions you like and do no restrict yourself through ego or age or by acknowledging weaknesses as crippling. There are infinite ways to do each specific thing and always looking for the next level is the trick to achieving success. Learn from your juniors, learn from your seniors and yourself, and without comprising what you want to do, change your method according to the situation you are in. </div>
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You are not alone, no matter what you think; you are in a constant circle of connection with the entirety of humanity and identifying the right from wrong is only possible when you broaden your spectrum of mind to encapsulate the 'greater good' so to speak. Let others make their mark in their own way, and establish peace with the colliding egos. You know the point where you should draw the line, but without restricting the creative juices of your peers. Appreciate the individuality of each human being and perceive them so as to zero in on their strengths to let them make their mark on the world. You are not alone, and you will never be, no matter what it is that you are doing.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-7024896835639062492014-12-13T12:10:00.001-08:002014-12-13T12:10:09.570-08:00"I'm trying...I'm living...I'm giving...to find you"<p dir="ltr">"I'm trying...I'm living...I'm giving...to find you" Syd Barrett plays on in the background as I write this blog. I spend a stray thought on the meaning of the song, and I cant help but feel it's an analogy for life where "Opel" is the meaning we are born as who we are to find. The entire song is a tedious journey to the part where syd plays his Opel. <br>
We are all trying to find "it" and "it" is never clear to us in all our life except for those moments where it is the only thing. I can't say anything that I haven't said already, pew pew life pew pew reality. Boom boom pish. *smoke exit* <br>
I understand again that what I do is foremost for me, to satiate my own unrelenting need for meaning. I'm just hoping by throwing out through words my compassion that I will find 'it' in time in space. I see people obsessed in life, and I understand it as much is possible by me to see it through their eyes, yet I cascade into judgments that I share with those I judge. Life is beautiful, the good and bad together. The stretched balance is wonderful and having considered perfection of reality I understood that perfect balance will be maintained for a lifetime in some reality in time and space and we will all be there but not as what we are at the moment; by a different consciousness, perhaps a single consciousness where all of us are One and can acknowledge it. <br>
Here I go again, flying off into the future that is beyond the reckoning of any individual mind yet trying to comprehend meaning. I pause and consider my environment, looking at my thumb as it bounces off the keypad shooting meaning through the magic of technology to a form which is comprehensible by all minds tuned to English. My breath, as it escapes my nostrils I feel emptiness fill my insides before I suck in air again and an element with 8 electrons mixes in my blood and gives meaning to different forms carbon in me to unleash energy to keep me awake and consciousness. The perfection of it all is obvious, perhaps too much so because it passes our mind as below any gratitude. All things share this inextinguishable bond with everything else, existing in real time and space always yet only visible through perception. Maybe "it" always rests in between the space between moments, and we are too focused on the changing moments to acknowledge our true nature. <br>
It is hippi talk, it is not however 'Rastafarian' movement as an acquaintance once said, not that there is anything wrong with it. I suppose mocking other existences for existing is healthy when the different actions of different beings require it. "To each his own" is a phrase which strikes gold to provide peace to even poles apart personalities. It is absolutely fine if someone doesn't understand how you work and do not, because neither do you entirely and this latent ability of even egoistic minds to surprise them self is proof to me that we are guided by a force which is omnipotent. <br>
Here's to a happy existence and hoping you would find your 'it' in the right moment. Cheers. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-27129296168103150432014-11-29T05:16:00.000-08:002014-11-29T05:34:41.626-08:00Relapsing to meaning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I haven't written in a long time, and now that I am writing I pledge to be honest because I believe reflections do show the truth, its only how we perceive the truth which makes all the difference in the world. Work, if you've had a conversation with me you'd know that I throw around that word a lot, and sometimes I feel y'all cringing at that as your definition of work is complicatedly confused with effort and money, or more accurately the 'wish for money' through the effort you make. Don't get me wrong, I am unworthy of condemning anyone for it, because in these times even if money isn't hard to get by, there is always the next level of wealth which triggers a jealousy and desire so 'visible' that it is hard not to give in, and who wants to give in anyway? We all know life is hard yet we only have to wake up everyday and get through it without blundering too much and having as much fun in between as we can. Sure, each day is only very slightly different from the next or previous, yet change occurs in plenty if you look back, and it does feel like everything will perhaps just be alright, after all and if it doesn't, well, shit happens and life moves on. Nobody is absolutely happy because nobody really wants perpetual happiness; that is because others also exist, as differently aligned shadows of our own personalities and we seek solace in company and that we don't quite understand, regardless, it does bring in a sense of belonging. but where? In the bigger picture where humanity is a single entity, in whole it is the body and individuals are mere cells, or perhaps scattered thoughts pushing the life of humanity forwards. When did money come into this?<br />
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"Money is important in life." "Paisa zaroori hai."<br />
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Money was always present, ever since we woke up enough to think that we understand what we see in the world. Money was our friend in moments where desire would almost overflow from our hearts for things we really 'desired in that moment', no matter for a person, a toy, a supercar, food... (and you know the rest better), existing under our hips ready to jump up and clear the way from troubles. We share such a careful relationship with it, but on different levels. Even spendthrifts have a strong bond with it, relying on it for all the distractions of their life.<br />
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"Economy is important, it shows the status of a country and its progress."<br />
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Economy exists to bind all the actions of every human being and those animals and plants which fall into humanity's system, into a communication between powers, emphasizing importance or irrelevancy of any particular existing thing (life forms, ideas, utilities, art, laws, and so on to cover almost everything we have perceived). Everything boils down to simple numbers, which when put in place in precise and particular algorithms start a chain reaction which influences minds of all dependent on the concentrated version of the system of economics.<br />
The amount of money a person earns or the income is the direct value of the person in the body of humanity or society, and this system has been established beyond any re-reckoning. It does not necessarily equate to the potential of the individual yet that is how it is derived in the everyday flashes through which we take in meaning. Nobody is at fault, not even the system but it is far from efficient.<br />
If the purpose of life is to attain evolution, the era of capitalism and industrialization in humanity is only a phase, made necessary by the long struggle of man to observe and define the universe, for which man has tried its hand at an efficient system through his will and unfortunately ego, which grants him power but restricts him from the absolute meaning. The day money will longer be important and necessary to carry out all actions in the world; when each individual will be truly equal and will benefit the society in his own way after being let to explore the dimension which that human exists to observe and define, then humanity will have evolved, truly.<br />
The concept of money has obvious advantages but only over older methods of exchange of resources. The world is a big pool of resources, the earth, I mean, and humanity is but a tedious tapeworm stuck on its back sucking on the life juice contained within and flourishing at the surface. When humanity and in turn each individual will be allowed to accept that there is nothing to be afraid of, truly, that everything is only a part of them ultimately, perhaps humanity will then exist in the rhythm of earth and evolve, surfing on a more efficient system. That we are all one, in humanity, is beyond all nuisances which we create ourselves because of the fears and illusion of separation that have been spread by our own system, due to the flight of ego over time. Ego is the only thing which binds you to your fears, guilt, regrets, anger, sorrow, and all the negativity which we partly like, in a subliminal way. Nothing that happens to you is ever anyone else's fault, you call your fate as you are tuned to do under the influence of your mindset. My mindset is also restrictive at times, when my ego blossoms fermented by the judgment of those around me giving me notions to act on impulses which cement the thoughts of those around me to reality; in each moment balance of existence is maintained through thoughts. I, however, do have the consciousness of mind to disregard the judgment and focus of how the actions and reactions of reality are tuned to the judgments I bestow upon them.<br />
When I look into the mirror, my mind decodes the signals from my eyes and shows me only what is there, but it is my thoughts which color the image with judgment, concentrating on what I think more than what is. I do not see and then judge, I judge and then see it accordingly, and that is how every mind works. We do however have the option to holding our judgments in our hand, anew everyday and in every moment regardless of the past, and future. Unminding means that; silencing the automated judgments and seeing everything in new light, to observe and rationalize reality as a single entity; as one body. We are indivisible from our environment, and our environment is indivisible from the Universe, therefore, everything is only a single possibility and there is no good or evil. The ideas of morality have been embedded in different societies over the years and in the recent centuries the filtering of the morals have left different communities in doubts over the morality of other communities, always disregarding the only truth shared by all the religious texts all over the world; that there is god in each atom of whatever we perceive. That includes everything you have ever touched, seen, heard, felt, read, or understood through any other means, and all the individuals behind these sensations. All the crimes, world wars, wars against humanity, acts of god are then not evil but necessary occurrences in the life of humanity spanning over millennia. The only way to learn anything with absolute surity is by knowing all the mistakes that can occur by committing them and then finding a way past them all, and that is exactly what humanity is also going through to attain the next level of evolution where Man will not merely be restricted to Earth but explore the Universe as an interstellar species; spreading the message of unity to all possible life in subliminal ways to guide each life to the awakening through the method of making mistakes.<br />
Mistakes then are not evil, neither is evil in itself something unholy. Ignorance is necessary for attaining enlightenment as darkness is necessary to know light. Mind only understands comparison, in present era; where you can only fathom what is through something that is defined in relation to it. for eg, you understand education only because you understand illiteracy, you understand wealth only because you understand poverty, you understand day only because you understand night, and so on where removing one would ultimately take the meaning from the other. What is, is distinguished from what is not and that is how it is understood by the mind. However, in reality there is no duality in nature, but only a single occurrence of which we only understand the parts that we do so we perform the actions that we do. Free will is real, however, it requires an immense amount of energy from an individual to realize as it must first get over the frictional forces between the wills of others. If you feel at times that the energy you have is not enough to realize your will, then you are right and the will of One is not with you, but if however you can call upon great energy to perform feats then your will is the will of One, the guiding hand of everything.<br />
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"Perform actions disregarding the fruits of said actions. They are beyond judgment and individual expectations."<br />
-Krishna through Geeta<br />
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A god is any being with the will of One coursing immense energy through its material body. All life forms are potential gods, where a godly state is defined as the state of a being in which the will of the being is same as the will of One granting immense power to it. In each moment all the beings existing in a system are only scattered wills which in togetherness carry the reality to folds in destiny which occur to explore all the possibilities which can possibly be.<br />
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Will blog more later. Thank you, if you could follow as I intended, or even if you read according to your judgments. I'm sure all possible versions of it are necessary. Cheers. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-5142043533827385352014-10-16T04:07:00.001-07:002014-10-16T04:10:12.923-07:00Life<p dir="ltr">Life is like a dark cave,<br>
when unopened eyes take their first stride,<br>
As the babe exists in the dark, opens sense up down far,<br>
Lighting matches of duly mistakes,<br>
It stumbles on reading the inscribing on the walls.<br>
The secrets of life it sees and through each tiny flame she lights awareness in her mind.<br>
Rises up beyond reality and sees it through time.<br>
As her feet crossed on, to the source of the light,<br>
She tumbled back down set to find,<br>
Another way back to the light divine. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-62424763733709286572014-07-20T05:35:00.000-07:002014-07-20T05:35:20.015-07:00Connected<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There was a time when Angels walked the earth as Saints and
Divinity was understood by man. Animal Kingdom acts as it must, Flora is the
mirror to nature’s neutrality, and man (the aware threshold of spiritual and
material union) is lost in the phase when truth is incomprehensible and
indistinguishable from part-truths which are of unlimited types, as they must be
for billions of homo sapiens own billions and one reality(ies). Life as we know
it; each of ours individually is different from each other’s because our unique
circumstances in a general summation have produced a unique final
point(present) which is our reality HERE AND NOW*. Our reality in this moment is
our own; no other mind can comprehend our reality in any moment absolutely. The
Truth is that any mind understands only what it must, for that person has to do
some unique task which requires that particular set of mind, at that particular
moment in HERE AND NOW. It is also true that everything is an illusion except
for what is HERE AND NOW, illusions have always been real enough, to the mind.
It is only after you get a taste of reality that older inhibitions crumble and
something new has to rise from the ashes to replace the otherwise desperate
ignorance. Everything remains connected in all spheres, and observing them fills
me with incomprehensible happiness such which borders on perpetuity. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The ultimate observation I made is: We are all Deluded, each
mind, in a unique way, and it is absolutely necessary and perfect (no matter
what) to shape the future reality. (HERE AND NOW of some other point; the cross
between space and time) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Also, we have the right to choose our delusions, to immerse
ourselves in whatever illusion we want to live; experience. Doesn’t matter if you
define yourself as an engineer, a doctor, an astronaut, a mother, an artist, a
businessman, a fish or an alien, your reality is yours; unique to you, and
perfect for your tasks in life. The results of the tasks don’t diminish the
value of the task as the process of learning is such and there is no way around
failures. Failures are beautiful to behold and experience, each one lights up a
dark corner we never knew existed, and with each consecutive wrong note, each
dripping bead of wet paint, each ugly haircut, each world war, each explosion
of a distant star only gives way to a new perfect reality, and it is absolutely
perfect. There is no good or evil, there is no difference in anything if perceived
from a far enough distance, if unfocused to see the ’Biggest’ picture. There is
only a single entity; a single digit. Everything is derived form a Unity, every
number is realized from ‘One’. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If you so choose to focus, however, it is also perfect. In
every moment you have the option of being aware in reality, by exclusively
being aware of WHAT YOU ARE DOING. Actions have the potential might of the
entire Universe. If you vibrate in the frequency of ‘One’, by focusing or un-focusing,
either way by observing your reality without any notions of past, or hindrance
of future, you can feel a truth resonate within you which describes perfectly
what your reality is. Mind is fickle thing, and repetitive; it is only
vigilance in reality that can free you from the mind, and provide you the power
to wield your reality with the might of the entire Universe behind you.
Different realities exist in all forms of life, they are beyond all judgment
and only exist to serve for as long as they do, and then dissolve into
everything else. Nothingness is actually a state of Whole stretched far out and
beyond any comprehension of any one feeble reality as it comprises of all
things that have ever existed at any point of time, or space. (including all
thoughts, surreal worlds, autistic realities and ‘road not taken’s; a unity of
all possible realities of all possible kinds).<o:p></o:p></div>
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*HERE AND NOW- It is The moment. Present, the only reality one needs to be aware of. By disregarding the judgments of the mind, and observing(sensing;looking,hearing,smelling,tasting,touching,feeling) our present/here and now, we can comprehend the truth we need.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-31962435569478396872014-07-03T11:07:00.000-07:002014-07-03T11:07:14.511-07:00Raw-hood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hey hi ho, we can dance,<o:p></o:p></div>
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of course, it’s not
so bad,<o:p></o:p></div>
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you just have to groove
with the music, <o:p></o:p></div>
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your body does most
of the work for you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re just a shell
anyway,<o:p></o:p></div>
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it’s what’s inside
that dances really,<o:p></o:p></div>
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of course you know
that<o:p></o:p></div>
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because you don’t dance<o:p></o:p></div>
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you never know how to move properly<o:p></o:p></div>
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you just feel it happening when you don’t pay attention.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh, you say you don’t believe in magic,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, alright, but science disagrees with you,<o:p></o:p></div>
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As you are unexplained,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But you don’t know that,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You believe you are all that you should be,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong,<o:p></o:p></div>
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It can just be my opinion, but I don’t think so,<o:p></o:p></div>
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There’s more to you, come one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There’s star dust in you,<o:p></o:p></div>
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That counts for something,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But maybe you are the dead star remain,<o:p></o:p></div>
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For you’ve forgotten your business,<o:p></o:p></div>
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And you’ve taken upon yourself to form creases on your head,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chuckle chuckle, good for you, now let me see you dance
again.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-46672240916364156932014-07-03T10:53:00.002-07:002014-07-03T10:53:54.199-07:00Happy nightmare<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I see my past, as I stand on the island of present,<br />
the tides are wrong, the tides are dark,<br />
my ship awaits the continuum<br />
but I cannot move any further,<br />
so much has been wrong,<br />
and I fear the journey beyond,<br />
It's full of nothing but solitude,<br />
but the universe is not that unkind,<br />
he lets me have me,<br />
he lets me realize myself,<br />
and I continue on,<br />
knowing it will be hard,<br />
knowing that I will be alone,<br />
on the final land when I dock,<br />
but then thunder rumbles<br />
and his voice travels through space and time,<br />
It brings my life, packed a whole,<br />
and I see what I missed before,<br />
I wasn't lonely, I had love in my life,<br />
different loves over different times,<br />
and I saw them all and smiled at heaven,<br />
they called me forth,<br />
so I looked down at the life,<br />
and they all looked up at me,<br />
and didn't cry, they smiled at me,<br />
I was surprised, so I looked closer,<br />
as it turns out, I'd left my soul there,<br />
and they all rejoiced; recited my poems,<br />
stared into my paintings, and remembered me,<br />
everynight, before they went to sleep,<br />
I was tear-prone by now, but only misty dew escaped me,<br />
then I heard the universe rumble again,<br />
and I woke up after my sleep.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-63103260712076231302014-07-03T10:30:00.000-07:002014-07-03T10:30:57.357-07:00Stars and society<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 36.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Stars and
society.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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Host: Hey folks, Good evening. We have today in our studio
the local newspaper delivery guy, who also claims to be an author. Let’s find
out what this person from the ‘society’ is all about, and then, as you know, we
will have a very special star amidst us, and this lucky fellow right here will
be starry-eyed,then I think. *laughs*<o:p></o:p></div>
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(with a nonchalant smile) Alright, Rahul, did you have any
idea that you would end up on live T.V when you woke up this morning?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: I didn’t wake up. I was up all night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: (fakes laugh) Busy working on that novel of yours, I
suppose. What is it about?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: No.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: No? (fakes laugh again and looks at the camera,
uncertain)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: I wasn’t working on my novel. I couldn’t understand
when the night slipped by, I was doing the usual inconsequential thing, surfing
the net, passing the time. You know, like the average person is doing, procrastinating
from actually doing something. *chuckles in good humor*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Oh, that’s a lot of generalization. This world is full
of ambition-driven people. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: Yeah, I’m sure you think so and those people are the
ideal people too. I absolutely understand what you feel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Oh, you do? *laughs* <o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: You’re probably right, I’m not really benefiting
from it, and not liking anything about it. It’s like the joker said, “tell the
people that a mayor or commissioner is about to die, and everybody loses their
minds”Nobody wants the system to collapse, we’re addicted to it. Addicted to
wasting time. Addicted to letting it be. *smile*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Wait, what? Do you believe that, really?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: I don’t know what I believe. I’ve just felt that this
world is wrong, everyday of my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Aw, you know what, Rahul, you don’t have to feel that
way. I think, we’re all there for you, in spirit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: How much do you get paid for this bullshit.I know I
can never be paid enough to be this corny. *smiling good naturedly at the
stunned host* But the paradox here is that I want to believe you, that’s how
we’ve been programmed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: You’re a complicated person, I suppose, do you need
help?(fidgeting)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: (seriously)I think so, yeah. I need help.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Uh, yeah, well folks, Mr. Rahul the paper man, is
feeling very blue today, let’s see if we can chee-<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: (snort) I don’t need
to be cheered up. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Oh, you don’t? I think, we all need to be cheered once
in a while? Am I right, folks?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: I think I said I need help, not a clown, even though
I never understand what’s so fucking hilarious about a man in that particular
attire.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: Alright, Mr. Rahul, who do you think you need help
from then? I hear candy can brighten a man’s day, but I suppose you’re against
Candy too?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: Where did you hear that? A candy brightens nothing,
it sucks your teeth out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: ooh, such negativity. Let’s see if we change our
guest’s mind today folks, but right after this short bre-<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: (in a mock serious tone) Not yet, folks. I still have
to answer the previous question Mr. Larry banks had asked.Who do I think I need
help from? Ah.(closing eyes, camera zooming in) I don’t know, but when I close
my eyes I see these white robbed muscled men, bearded, staring down at me with
a knowing smile.(raised left hand in a mock salute) “Come, join our ranks” I
want them to say. I want them to tell me that the world is dominated by the bad
guy, and we are on the losing side, but they smile through this message and
then look at eachother. “We are not fighting for anyone of us, we are fighting
so we don’t feel so pathetic, everyday, waking up to the same undignified face
and sleeping over the same guilt-struck conscience”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: (looking like this wasn’t his place) Um, That sounds
like you’re delusional, I suppose? (shrugging at the camera)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: (gravely) Yeah, I hope so too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: (in his phony mockhorror voice) You don’t really mean
that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: (opening his eyes) I do, actually. It’ll be better if
there’s something so wrong with my head, than the world. I wanted to fall in
love with the world, actually, but the world is making it so hard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: (stumped, forgetting all about the show) What do you
mean?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: I don’t know, I look at all the people in my life and
I don’t feel the warmth of human lives at all. I’m sure you know about the
zombie apocalypse, well, I suppose it’s not just fiction after all. When you
see all these unthinking people wasting all their lives trying to get money, so
they can buy things they don’t need. I don’t know, sounds like a harebrained
world to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: (recovering quickly, but still a bead of sweat clings
to his forehead)*laughs* You’re weird, Mr. Rahul. Who says you don’t need all
the new things that are there. Your comfort is increasing day by day and it is
only the pessimists and masochists who <i>complain</i>
about having all the luxuries. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Guest: Luxury? I wouldn’t call my life luxurious, even if I
have what you call the best of this world. Luxury is a façade, I think. It is
made tempting but after you have it, then what? It’s the road to getting it
that you like, you’re made to like,so you know that you have to appear better-off
than your neighbor, or your brother, or your colleague. I’d think these people
would be better suited if they were your pals, not your competition.(looks at
the camera hopelessly, dreamly) <o:p></o:p></div>
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So many kids are watching T.V right now, so many kids have
been watching T.V all day long. (sigh) <o:p></o:p></div>
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(looks up and
unravels in a roll) It starts from school, I feel. When you see these happy
kids in the advertisements, and their parents are buying them the
tastiest-looking shit, and the most expensive of games and toys. Yo, kids, what
happened to creativity? Building your own big ass robots, or going bananas in
the sandbox, where that the boogeyman go? He’s still there you know, right in
your room, but he has evolved now, he knows hecan no longer dominate you
through fear, so he pretends to be the bad guy. Do you understand it? Boogeyman
is really clever, isn’t he? Do you know where you can find him? You’re looking
at it. Say hello to the boogeyman and then turn off the boogeyman, because
boogeyman is bad. *laughs*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mommies, I’m sure you didn’t get who the Boogeyman is and
you probably think that I’m the devil, so here it is, I’ll break it down for
you. The Television is the boogeyman.<o:p></o:p></div>
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*pauses* <o:p></o:p></div>
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*looks at the stunned host*<o:p></o:p></div>
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*looks back at the camera with a smile* <o:p></o:p></div>
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“yew’re weirt, unkal Rahul, wyatever”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Host leans to his right as if listening to someone whisper
in his ear. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: So, according to you, everything is wrong? Everything
with this world?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Guest: (animatedly) **improv** <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No, I think only one thing is wrong. That we still call
ourselves homo sapiens. I suppose homo sapiens have died out, we have been
forced to evolve into sheeple now. So the ‘proper’ people can truly rule the
world without any hot-blooded old school warrior ripping their hearts out of
their chests for raping this end of the universe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Host: HAHAHA. I’m wasting my time with this weird
personality, folks. Mr. Rahul, if you need any help to find help that fits your
specific condition, please do let us know. *camera zooms in*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stay tuned for our
next segment, when we interview the new teen pop sensation. You know who she
is, she was recently in the news for her top of the charts single. Yeah, give
me an H, give me a O, I’m a Hoe. That’s right, people. Please stay tuned. We’ll
be right back. *weird noise in the background*<o:p></o:p></div>
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*crowd cheers*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-29420763397878488592014-07-03T10:22:00.000-07:002014-07-03T10:22:11.209-07:00Pains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">Maybe life is supposed to be dull,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">lifeless and meaningless,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">certainly disappointing,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">cruelly disfigured to the core.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">Maybe life is supposed to be lonely,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">spent in solitude, with dried tears,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">sticky fingers and omnipresent migrains<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">the house you knew all your life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">was just a station of the train,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">You feel wet eyes in the rain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">your empty hand open in disdain<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">afraid of the alley afraid of the lane<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">you walk in jungles, hoping in vain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">heart is dead, muscles perpetually pain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span lang="EN">blood is thin, knife in your head, being your brain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-68956029769535202722014-07-03T10:18:00.000-07:002014-07-03T10:18:21.050-07:00Time lord speaking:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am the time lord, I see through you,<br />
I know your father, as I know his,<br />
but I don't know you, I refuse to try,<br />
you are not my friend, you are not anyone,<br />
you are faceless, soulless, meaningless,<br />
and you will not be given solace in my kingdom,<br />
for I cherish the warriors, the makers of history,<br />
for I may be the time lord but only they can put a spot in me,<br />
I am a stream, I flow endlessly, but you don't,<br />
you have limited me, and I see through you,<br />
but I see nothing, it's not my vision that's defected,<br />
it's your soul that's empty, and your existence wasted,<br />
for you don't know what to do, and you don't want to do,<br />
so, just live and die, and cease to exist.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-63158144554962383632014-06-27T08:18:00.005-07:002014-06-27T08:18:56.542-07:00Reality.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi, to you who's reading. I hope your life is faring you well, and your blessings outweigh your disappointments. I also hope you lose those disappointments along the way when you understand how necessary they were in shaping your life.<br />
<br />
I am happy. My life, like all of us, changes negligibly everyday, somehow or the other and looking back I find myself to be in a different state of body and mind. Observing my own change stems my faith in the perfectness of reality. Reality is the result of the superposition of all the thoughts of all 'LIFE' that exists all over the Universe. We are a chain of tiny flickering lights of life, we cannot exist individually (unless we have to at some point in the cross between time and space). Our reality is always The perfection, as it what IS. Acceptance of Reality is the greatest pleasure there is to be felt, when all the egoistic, regretful, resentful, angry and piteous notions of our mind are quiet. When reality does not cause imbalance in the harmony of your self vibrating through time and space; when your mind is at ease, when you choose to accept a very basic peace by disregarding all of the mind's illusions, then you are Godly, because then you are vibrating along with the Universe AND Delighting in it. Happiness is something you choose, peace is something you accept. And above all knowing, as you trudge through the different days you live, different emotions you express, different people you meet, different events good/bad you witness, that you are a piece of The Puzzle fitting perfectly in your place, so much so that you are irreplaceable by Anyone. I'm talking about Life and Reality, not the commercial, pseudo-civilization that we get to live when we believe we are ultimately divided. There is a single entity, and it exists in a circle, symmetrical to itself. There is only One. Value of any number exists only if its divided by 1, which means that it is a 'part of something'. In basic mathematical terms, Hence Proved; We Are All One no matter what our value, because we too exist as numbers divided from The One. If we are truly One, I wonder, why we don't act more like it. "MIND" when it controls you, you cannot feel being a part of One, but when your disregard the constant mumbling which are your thoughts, and admire just the basic pleasure of existing; of being able to observe life unfold before your eyes day after day; like the best story ever written because you have an irreplaceable and irredeemable part in its making and existing, thats when all worldly woes disappear into thin air like the illusions they are. Human beings have a spectrum inside which all of our senses pick up all the proof of reality we need. Our vision has a spectrum beyond which cannot observe, Our hearing has a range of frequency we can comprehend, and so on for all of our senses. Our sense tell us what is real, and our mind insists on them being real, the realest thing, the only real thing. That is the amount of cocksurity a mind(ego) can gather. It is also theorized that it is impossible for an observer to observe an event without influencing it. All the scientific breakthroughs and whatnot, they all just hint at the rule of balance; everywhere. Like a pendulum all of everything swings from one end to the other, from good to bad, from cold to hot, from life to death; we travel the same unit towards each end, carrying on our vibrations through Existence. But it doesn't mean the opposite ends start existing as two separate beings, because ultimately the two ends are just that, and it is the union of both ends which makes it whole.<br />
<br />
Consider your body to be a Universe, and subdivide your body down to atoms and electrons. The cells in your body are individually live organisms, does that mean they are not a part of you? You are a live organism, does that mean you are not part of Everything or One? Suppose a particular type of cells in your body have a particular task to do, to help it towards perfectly carrying out the function, many other external cells and agents work together. Consider your life in the same light now, you have a particular job(Life), how many external influences help you through (are helping you through) your life. You are just a cell of a cell of a cell of a cell, with all the emotions and thoughts and instructions and commands brought down to you specifically so that you do your entitled task(live your life). Nature loves symmetry; Universe is symmetrical in all its forms of existence, whether alive or exclusively physical.<br />
<br />
Life is a wonder; every moment of reality is an eternity of unlimited potential. We are the Universe, observing itself through a human experience; through unlimited sets of eyes and mind, all specific to the purpose of each individual life form. And why do we exist, why anything exists, why is it that you can read this at the moment, in the skin you are comprehending it as you are doing? The answer is Symmetry. It all exists because it does; because until time and space merge to become a single identity everything that can ever possibly happen will definitely happen. Existence is about All or One, as Einstein believed, "The only reason why time exists, is so that everything does not happen at once." Same is for space, it exists so that everything doesn't happen at the same point. Symmetrical; a circle is all it is.<br />
I wish you well. I wish that the trip you're having in your lifetime goes perfectly; which it will as REALITY is by law perfect.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-42732295633393695812014-03-20T05:14:00.001-07:002014-03-20T05:14:20.642-07:00The one or All<p dir="ltr"><u>I</u> exist as reality exists, <br>
Only there because its there, <br>
I feel a part of it all,<br>
I know it to be whole, <br>
I was never nothing, <br>
I was scattered in the rest all along,<br>
As future comes by, <br>
I see myself building up further, <br>
finding my parts time and time again from every soul, <br>
My demons are my best friends too,<br>
only giving me what I require, <br>
My friends are my best friends too, <br>
With me in what I desire, <br>
I am you, you are me, <br>
That's how it's always been, <br>
You, sir, and you, ma'am, <br>
Gender is the proof of all our unity, <br>
We have our parts scattered all over the tree, <br>
as the nectar lies rich for the bees, Somewhere buds the flower, <br>
and come pollens from far away, <br>
After all the distance,<br>
they fit so they stay,<br>
The truth is visible every where, <br>
Maybe because everywhere is just a point; from an unknown perspective, Maybe because the universe has always had a directive, <br>
In the subtleness that is vivid,<br>
Comes lively as life the truth in the sentiments we feel but don't really understand, <br>
It is this keen nature that we're blessed with, <br>
the power of going above, beyond and indepth of the mind, <br>
Its absolutely fine if most of mine cannot fathom the nature that is in them just as much,<br>
Certain voyages require the sailors to be ignorant of the gathering storm,<br>
But in the distant reality, in the cross between space and time,<br>
I do see humanity rising, ascending to the on, <br>
turning to the other side of the flipped coin, <br>
Creating harmony, radiating love and peace; bathing in the pleasure of unity with The one or lets just call it All.</p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-4834213348262472152014-02-26T10:18:00.000-08:002014-02-26T10:41:30.817-08:00Ode to that soothes the worst of bruises<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Strangers passing in the street,</div>
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by chance two separate glances meet,</div>
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and I am you, and what I see is me,</div>
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and do I take you by the hand,</div>
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and lead you through the land,</div>
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and help me understand the best I can,</div>
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And noone calls us to move on, </div>
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and noone forces down our eyes,</div>
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noone speaks and noone cries,</div>
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noone flies around the sun.</div>
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Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes,</div>
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inviting and inciting me to rise,</div>
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and through the window on the wall comes streaming in on sunlight wings,</div>
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a million white ambassadors of morning.</div>
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(Pink Floyd RW)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGwPSPIhohk</div>
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My girl, my girl don't lie to me.<br />
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Tell me where did you sleep last night?</div>
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In the pines, in the pines, </div>
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where the sun don't ever shine,</div>
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I would shiver the whole night through.</div>
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(Kurt Cobain, Nirvana)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcXYz0gtJeM</div>
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Girl, you really got me going.</div>
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You got me so I don't know what I'm doing now.</div>
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Yeah, you really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night.</div>
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Yeah, you really got me now, you got me so I don't know what I'm doing now,</div>
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Oh Yeah, you got me so I can't sleep at night.</div>
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See, Don't ever set me free,</div>
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I always wanna be by your side,</div>
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Yeah, you really got me now, you got me so I don't know what I'm doing now,</div>
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Oh Yeah, you really got me now, You got me so I can't sleep at night.</div>
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(The kinks)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2GmzyeeXnQ</div>
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Can't buy me Love, Nonono.</div>
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Say you don't need no diamond rings,</div>
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and I'll be satisfied.</div>
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Say you want the things that money just can't buy.</div>
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(The Beatles)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=venzPNvge18</div>
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Long afloat the shapeless ocean I did all my best to smile,</div>
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till your singing eyes and fingers,</div>
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drew me loving to your isle,</div>
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and you sang," sail to me, sail to me, left me unfold you"</div>
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Here I am, Here I am, Waiting to hold you.</div>
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Did I dream you dreamed about me?</div>
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Were you here when I was full sail?</div>
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Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks,</div>
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For you sang," touch me not, touch me not, Come back tomorrow"</div>
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Oh my heart, Oh my heart, shies from the sorrow.</div>
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(Tim Buckley)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4</div>
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Ek suraj nikla tha, kuch paya pighla tha,</div>
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ek aandhi ayi thi, jab dil se aah nikli thi,</div>
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dil se re, </div>
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dil toh aakhir dil hai na, mithi si mushkil hai na,</div>
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Do patte patjhad ke pedon se utre the,</div>
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pedon ki shaakhon se utre the,</div>
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Fir itne mausam guzre, wo patte do bechare,</div>
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fir ugne ki chahat mein wo sehraon se guzre,</div>
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wo patte dil dil dil the,</div>
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dil hai toh fir dard hoga,</div>
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dard hai toh fir dil hoga.</div>
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(A.R Rahman)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UXxo7ILHWU</div>
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I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh lord,</div>
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And I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh lord.</div>
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Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh lord. Well, I've been waiting for this moment, all my life. Oh lord.</div>
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Well, if you told me you were drowning I'd not lend a hand.</div>
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I've seen your face before my friend,</div>
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but i don't know if you know who i am,</div>
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I was there, and i saw what you did,</div>
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I saw it with my own two eyes,</div>
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So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been,</div>
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It's all been a pack of lies,</div>
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I can feel it coming in the air tonight. Well, I've been waiting for this moment all my life, OH lord.</div>
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Oh lord.</div>
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Well, I remember, I remember don't worry.</div>
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How could I forget that it was the first time, the last time we ever met,</div>
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but I know why you keep this silence on, no you don't fool me,</div>
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The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows, it's no stranger to you and me. (Drums)</div>
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(Phil Collins)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkADj0TPrJA</div>
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I don't know what inspired me to post these particular songs, but I don't think it will be hard to guess if I stop wanting to be delusional. Anyway, to top it off-</div>
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There's a moon in the sun, the eclipse is a lie,</div>
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born and raised on cons, life is just another try,</div>
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It would not do, not do at all to let your scent escape me,</div>
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It would be awfully disastrous letting you fade away in the distance, </div>
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but the shadows get long, the sun sets as everyday,</div>
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is the light passing from my eyes or my heart? Who's to say? Who's to stay?</div>
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(ChiragD)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-58299152999850411042014-02-10T10:25:00.001-08:002014-02-10T10:25:05.936-08:00Feb 10 2014- a day of reflection<p dir="ltr">Time is always ticking away our lives, only after the clock chimes, do we realize that importance, <br>
In my impatience, in my haste,<br>
I have led too much to waste,<br>
Only the moment is real, just right now exists, really.<br>
Only the beatings are to believed, heart's, truly. <br>
What is seen and what is heard,<br>
How does it matter to the herd, <br>
The beauty of reality is omnipresent, <br>
Even among the grazing sheep of promised fat free grass,<br>
Look at the compass, which direction is Right?<br>
The storms are breaking my yatch, should i let it be, fight or take flight?<br>
Only reality which is real as Reality is the one chosen to belief, <br>
Its the one we let out while we sleep,<br>
We are sheep, afterall, we order fat free grass too,<br>
Leaving our slight perfection ignored, yet hoping and praying to be true,<br>
Just like anyone else, in our jungles of concrete nature. <br>
Black is not darkness, it is the absence of light,<br>
Courage is not having no fear, courage is acceptance of fear,<br>
We are gullible, in masses we believe,<br>
We drink up the bullshit & vomit out only worse,<br>
Answers were never out, answers are in our soul, the spirit that keeps us whole, afterall this time, that's what kept us on. <br>
Love is true, and love is unrestricted to any law of nature or matter,<br>
Love is me, love is you, love is the only thing thats true.<br>
Do not confuse love with the stories of it, love is everything together, not possessed never unpossessed, <br>
The thread holding human civilization at the breaking seams are the numerous everyday good deeds of human beings. </p>
<p dir="ltr">...</p>
<p dir="ltr">"What was happened to me, why is it so that what i am in a moment is weird for the world. I suck, bro." "Even my own mom, she reflects the amount of terrible i am." "I am shaky, if nothing else in my endeavors. I feel at time that this hope of enlightenment is obscured by legions of dark forms which are in me and have been at different unique moments of my life." <br>
"Really, to understand life i have switched off the main trigger that gives the appeal to like pop things in life, which all of you do without admitting it once, but the society's stark refusal at accepting reality keeps you attached to the pain of it."<br>
Sounds like the wall is crumbling down to a rubble of broken realities.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0Pocket B, Pocket B28.505991 77.0327tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-1603230167000538222013-10-30T03:56:00.001-07:002013-10-30T03:56:11.656-07:00We are Gods.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Everyday I am humbled by the immensity of the Existence and the insignificance of my own little conundrums. I wake up in the morning with dreams still clinging to my lashes, making me feel despair over details that are forgotten almost instantly. The dreams can be good or bad, it doesn't really matter when the reality of awakening in this Muck-of-a-place strikes. The world is not Muck as a fact, the world is what we choose to believe it to be. Free will is more than a concept, and the things we choose to act upon become our reality. Think about it, the only way for you to perceive this world is through your senses; Eyes, Ears, Nose, Tongue, Skin and an extra sense that is intuition. Your eyes, nose etc. are but instruments that help you perceive the world you exist in as a multi-dimensional sensory universe. Which is to say, that your world is truly in your head, your universe is in your head. Us humans being Billions in numbers, each have their own universe in their heads, and all of these universes exist together in The Universe, which is without any restrictions of any kind. What we choose to believe is what is real for us, but is it really Real? No. What you believed in 5 years back, you don't believe in that anymore. You have chosen to shift from one kind of illusion to another. How depressing it would be to know that all your life all you have really done is that you have picked your own version of an illusion that you can be comfortable with. When The Universe is without restrictions and lets anything be possible, you are restricted by the fables of different things you hear everyday. I am telling you that you have the power to create embedded in your bones like marrow. That you are a God, and in your head, in your perspective rests a whole Universe. I see people hell bent on sticking to the lines drawn by society and more influential people. Society as whole or people of power and confidence are just as great as you are. You are the only restriction you have in your own life, because you have the ultimate power; the power to believe, because belief creates. Belief forms another mutation of the universe. The things in your head, are more real to you that Reality of Universe. Can you start to acknowledge the power of simple belief?<br />
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Today's world as a whole, and the people living in it are mostly consumed by desires that have been planted in them, meaning that the desires are not their own. The concept of possession is at the forefront of corruption. We do not own ANYTHING. We merely let ourselves drift into the illusion of it. All things in life are borrowed. There is nothing that our soul will stick to for eternity. Even our soul, the most basic part of ourselves is just a cut-out part of The Soul of Existence or The Soul of Life. Our soul has borrowed our body, and our body has borrowed our soul, to create a unique sub-division of life which exists to fulfill a purpose and hence designed in a way that the purpose is fulfilled. We are all part of the Nature. The natural course of everything that has been, that is, and that will be. You were present in the particles of the first water molecules on earth, you were there in the blast whenever a star went supernova. You have star dust in your body molecules. You, and me, we're all just each other.<br />
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The new iphone is out, and people are going haywire trying to land their hands on one. A new model of a car has been launched, and consumed in the desire to gain it, we're stuck spending our time on these inventions of other human beings who have disregarded all of the nature's basic beauty, to corrupt their own race. Life is like a blank canvas, and your mind is a secretive room full of paints of every color imaginable. I might be doing a bad job of explaining the obsessive trap that has been laid over this capitalist world, but in my perspective that's how I can explain. If you, for a day even, go into the world without any notions, just a blank mind, you will be horrified by the extent of imprisonment we're in. Slavery is less cruel because there is no hidden agenda, all the cruelty is out there in the open, but when it is our mind that is the slave, we wallow in a perpetual state of confusion and end up in frustration. More than our parents, our teachers, or our friends, we have followed what Television has taught us. I know I was one of those kids who would sit around and watch television all day. Tutored into following the way of life depicted in senseless shows. Tempted into the hope of a "cool" personality by advertisements and fooled by the limited news of the world. Media is not a godly industry which is forbidden to lie, media is just the opposite.<br />
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I will Blog more later. Just keep in mind, that you need to have an open mind, everyday, and not resort to old beliefs, because this world is changing perpetually, as it must because a billion confused human beings are changing it without ever realizing it. Thank you. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-69348558263645925412013-08-22T09:51:00.002-07:002013-08-22T09:51:25.896-07:00Rants are all I have, Let's Figure.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Childhood! You had one, no? When you'd wake up in the mornings and be forced through different procedures so you'd be presentable for school, then you'd be rushed to the bus or dropped to the school, while you'd be overflowing with energy. You'd jump out of your vehicle and run(mostly) to your class where you meet your friends, already doing something that you'd rush to join in. Teachers were scary yet you wanted to appease them, their tongues like canes, striking you with only truths. Did you ever think to defy them, then? No, you were unformed shapes, you just wanted to collect the new tazo, or wait till you see the next episode of Pok'emon. In that rush of being unformed and ignorant your head had simple yes/no answers, simple like/ don't like attitude and you were just so happy that even if you could you wouldn't have given two shits for what you were being told.<br />
You accepted life as you started observing it, fitting in was easy when you were a child, you didn't judge so much, yourself or others.<br />
If you're in that old feeling now, or can relate somewhat, try to remember your mentality, for a second. Everyday the blackboard of your mind would feel quite blank, and the new things that got written on them, they'd be absorbed like as if on gel. Be that for a second and think about your life. How you've changed? Are you very different?<br />
I recently sat back and tried to figure out the bends my life took so I could become what I have become. It's not an interesting thing to do for someone else, but if you sit and do it for yourself, you'd be clearer about things. I didn't know until recently that the reason why I am usually involved in an intracommunication is because I spent about 5 years alone for 6 hours everyday. I figured out why I have abandonment issues, and why I cannot easily forgive.<br />
When you stand at the peak of the mountain that is your life as a whole, and you stare down the rocks and glaciers, some rivers flowing, you realize that what you are, really, is what your mind was when you were a child, GEL. Your personality, mentality, beliefs, all are Gels that dissolve around the edges and form themselves into a newer shape everytime you make a memory. You are like burning wax, so versatile it isn't even funny. You might argue that you haven't changed, but that will be a lie, a stubborn lie. You don't do the same things anymore, you don't like the same people, you don't think the same thoughts, you don't like to dress the way you once did, how are you like you were a few years back. You change everyday, and when you figure out the reasons behind them, as a whole and see yourself as a book with unread chapters, you really can't help but love yourself, maybe for a second let that suppressed narcissism out and gloat.<br />
Now, if you were with me all through this write up, just think(last one) of yourself as a painting of wet colors that shifts and changes, alright?<br />
But who's the painter? The situations you had to face, or liked while they were happening, everything that happened in your life. Comprende?<br />
I can only call That Destiny, it started at your birth, and maybe like your soul it stays with you until you die, your own biographer, maybe it is. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-11650487363158039772013-08-18T03:41:00.001-07:002013-08-18T03:53:38.520-07:00Luck? Balance? Destiny?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Since I can remember, the concept of chance/luck always intrigued me, the way some days are better than the others. Initially, I put my faith in a system where certain days of the week I classified as lucky, or more accurately 'good' and others like Tuesday I thought were unlucky.<br />
But this system failed soon enough, as I went through a series of beautiful and glorious months. There were still some days that were necessarily bad during the good months, but they were consumed by the general euphoria of the time. I was still holding on to the idea of good days bad days in a week, without much conviction anymore, but then came the time when the good months ended, and the invisible sun that was shining on me, set leaving a darkness so profound and solid it seemed to be able to cut as if with ragged and jagged claws.<br />
The good months had ended and now what I call the 'despair era' began(see the difference?). Even during the bad months, there were times when I was happy, momentarily or for days on end, but I didn't feel that perpetual sun-like euphoria in the air, only 'despair' hiding during the happy days.<br />
The way I call happy times "sun" and the dark times "despair" are almost like names given to them, but literary devices define this as metaphors and similes, restricting the existence of the whole phenomena to the writer's mind.<br />
What if the happy and dark times are real beings, revolving around eachother and the universe, as two ends of a whole, two dragons snapping at eachother's necks, their influence spreading to the most extremes of circumstances.<br />
But isn't there more sadness in the world than happiness?<br />
I get this intuition that our universe or if we restrict it to the real things, our earth is dominated by the evil at the moment. It flocks in the corners of the world, and has clawed itself into the minds of the dominating species of earth, Humans. Us humans, we are insane fundamentally, as stephen king says.<br />
The balance of the war between the Good and Evil in our minds is constantly tipping towards the Evil, I say this from experience. During the time of judgement, we choose to take the easier path, we ignore, we overlook, and we try not to care, we kill the voice of empathy and apparently it can only voice itself for so long, before it doesn't bother anymore, itself.<br />
We have our own lives to care for, we have our own interests, and our own fears, and lagging for the time we help someone up can mean the difference between 'good' days and 'bad' days, no?<br />
My teacher once preached a very beautiful concept, it's basis is balance, as it is the basis of most things that 'feel' true. He said that to create a society that we would want to live in, we must follow dharma, (pronounced Dharm). Dharm says there are two things you must take care of in your lives, your own individual desires and rights, but not the ones that are in conflict with the desires and rights of the society in large. Charity starts at home, very true, but it doesn't end at home. When we try to dissolve in the equilibrium of our desires and our fears, we hear the 'hukum' or vibrate in the same frequency as the Divine. The wave theory says that universe works in the forms of waves, I feel can put my faith in the wave theory for now, it might not be exceptionally true, but it takes me further to comprehend the under-workings of destiny.<br />
There is this thought, it challenges all the basics my half-formed theories, and it seems that I don't control it's arrival or negation. "What if destiny is just an idea, an imagined idea."<br />
I was really put out by the this thought for a long time, it means that searching for a wider meaning in the daily things we do is just an escape from the reality of the world, that the workings of the universe are just randomly oriented phenomenons. How much do you know about the physical sciences? How randomly oriented exactly is the tiniest of phenomena?<br />
Exactly. Biology, chemistry, Physics, geology, and so forth -ology words, how randomly working are the phenomenons in these subjects?<br />
I wish I've made the point to you, the one that I've made to myself, because while writing, I actually negated That thought again. The only hidden phenomena of the world, the phenomena that rules over the lifespans of Life as a whole. Destiny is real. We all have one, it is the old magic, the meaning behind the never-ending battle between good and evil, the script written by the hand that exists only in every atom of the world. It is a circle, our lives, our deaths, like chapters in the volumes of the best story ever written, best because it's what really exists. Destiny humbles me, takes away my fears and soothes my desires with the potion of patience. I don't know much, but for now, believing in it will be enough.<br />
Thank you, I know I can rant sometimes. :*<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-31979239129693248422013-08-10T09:48:00.002-07:002013-08-10T09:48:41.051-07:00Lover, my nature.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lover my nature, on a balance she hangs,<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N3yJcU0EcpciBglWmR1ZL6OFkRLJpJAvKuUqla2Gn8GelXsRLxW4-wDeZTXIHVIF_YjK3RyTxkq4A_5ZPY4SEENV84HI17V6ekGhHRqGBM_12NzjmI6W0EQinds1DF6dTYxvmk9vlOM/s1600/IMG_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N3yJcU0EcpciBglWmR1ZL6OFkRLJpJAvKuUqla2Gn8GelXsRLxW4-wDeZTXIHVIF_YjK3RyTxkq4A_5ZPY4SEENV84HI17V6ekGhHRqGBM_12NzjmI6W0EQinds1DF6dTYxvmk9vlOM/s640/IMG_0787.JPG" width="476" /></a>scales of beauty, in the middle she stands,<br />
formed yet unformed, universe's indecisions,<br />
tree of lights, souls resting for pigeons,<br />
deep to the roots, tears trickle down through sand,<br />
as the skies weep, a mourning so grand,<br />
in the darkness lies subtly her secrets,<br />
lover my nature, buried under her peak rests,<br />
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Drawn to threads, stretched so thin,<br />
that's her insides, whelch in the bin,<br />
stroke her hair at midnight,<br />
when the souls take flight,<br />
dream her you, nature calling you,<br />
lover mine, her balance true, through and through.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-48555231428712540072013-07-31T00:45:00.002-07:002013-07-31T00:45:59.101-07:00Are we made in pairs?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is there a reason behind why we feel as if we're missing out on a crucial part of ourselves, that makes us woefully imperfect? It starts from the time when realize that we have some 'problems' and we do start 'trying to accept' ourselves with the problems, but they don't exactly feel like problems, but they still make us feel bad.<br />Are we just half a part of a whole, and can it be that before industrialization and before the world became so cold, our real job in life was to just become whole, no matter how.<br />
I read that "children created by love are very different from children created by sex for pleasure"<br />
For some reason it does ring a bell somewhere in the labyrinths of the deep mind, that actions aren't just the only way by which we influence the world we live in, that action is just a structure of the task we're doing but the real dependency of it's completion or how the action turns out to be, that we control by how we feel while doing it.<br />
It cannot be a coincidence that we're divided into three basic parts, the mental, the physical, and the sub-mental or spiritual, we exist not just in this world, but in the different worlds of our different parts and it is so elaborately sewn together to form one human being.<br />
And if we are the ones who create human beings, we do have that power, then it makes sense to think that we fuck up when we just fuck.<br />
I am a very confused soul, but I feel shitloads of sense somewhere in me, but i'm not always able to reach out to that pot of knowledge.<br />
It's only when some physical factor influences me that I can go in the right direction in my mind.<br />
I know a girl, who is like joy for me, she seems to have been made up of everything that I've been slowly stacking up in my mind over the years. It's like a part of her has been omnipresent in me since i can remember and when i get to see her physical manifestation, it's like faith returns to everything that disappointed me. There is no room for doubt, even, almost. The world has made us all so wary, inclined to judge and predict our future negatively, and that worldly sense of caution does interrupt these beautiful thoughts, but it's almost like a ghost of all the paranoia that i once held.<br />
I have always been far too intrigued by the workings of the universe, and never have I found myself inclined towards the physical part of it, it was always what's hidden that embraced my curiosity and i fed it, i fed it all the energy i could muster, and in return all i got were 'feelings', 'intuitions'.<br />
I've witnessed so many deja vus that it feels like my life is unfolding in a pattern that i know by heart. Don't get me wrong, I cannot predict anything, but in hindsight i always understand the pattern and sometimes i get these shining rays of enlightenment, when things make sense.<br />
Are we made in pairs? Is that why even with all the sex oriented TV programmes that have polluted our minds, we cannot stop holding on to the hope of love?<br />
We know sex, we've had it, we've enjoyed it, but something has always been amiss.<br />
I feel that we're forced to live a life of cold calculation and compromise, by the people <i>really</i> incharge.<br />We're not making decent human beings anymore, is it because even when we're after love, what we really end up following is sex?<br />
If you read it, <a href="http://www.spiritual-knowledge.net/articles/love-of-man-and-woman.php">http://www.spiritual-knowledge.net/articles/love-of-man-and-woman.php</a>, read this too.<br />
I'm just a person hoping to figure out things that we don't see, but feel.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-934135852192264262013-07-27T02:03:00.001-07:002013-07-27T02:03:14.199-07:00True solitude. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't read further if you're going to say "nobody gives a shit" at the end, it's my blog, i can write what i feel.<br /><br />True solitude is not easy to see, you tell yourself' 'no there's this person, or that person, who you can call and meet and you do that, but then you sit there with the said person, not knowing why you're there when conversation takes a beating, because that's inevitable when you're lonely inside. You try to talk and take interest in people, but you're thrawted by more things than one. You are not okay enough sometimes, you are not interesting at other times, and as days turn into long weeks, and you still find no solace from the neverending rant of your brain, you give up faith in people, in humanity and dream of a utopia where being mean to eachother is not fun. Your brain tells you you're not worth anyone's time and love, because you have been built wrong. Some crucial human 'arrogance' you do not possess, and so you can never understand why hurting is fun. That turns into your whole life, a non-stop misunderstanding of your affection or just plain dismissal of it.<br />Where, then, do you take your bruised love? You hide it, and pretend it never existed because it's existence is what caused you the most pain. No romantic love comes close to the perpetual hurt of being truly alone.<br />Stocked up in a room, looking at shapes in the curtains, hoping you don't see satan anymore.<br />Your walls turn into your diaries and your nails grow, you scratch beneath the surface of yourself and try to change into something more acceptable. You succeed too, but only for a while.<br />Your parents, is a different story altogether, if they understand then you probably will survive, but if your life turns into a perpetual battle between what you want, and what your parents want for you(for themselves, actually).<br />Now, where do you take your dreams of utopia, of unconditional love, comradery, a passion for fellow humans? Nowhere, it stays in you.<br />And then the voices in your mind start, they have different voices, mind.<br />Voices of friends, that never really were friends, doing what they used to do best, mock you.<br />Initially, you survived by the excitement of youth and hope for betterment, but what do you do when your pain starts to show in your appearance and your body retaliates such that you know you will die soon.<br />You see yourself withering, while everybody you knew is just starting to glow to take flight of their life.<br />And on one lonely day, lonelier than most days, you realize how even yourself is an enemy, because you want too much. Love, friendship, empathy, you're either meant to be happy, or just lonely.<br />And you know which kind you are, when true solitude hits. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-51739279038692497582013-07-24T14:20:00.000-07:002013-07-24T14:20:11.961-07:00Yeah, it's out there in the open now.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hi, there, how are y’all doing?</div>
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I love you, know that. I like being stoned and loving people, it’s like “hey you, stranger. You know, you’re just fine and dandy, and I don’t mind loving you based on just faith, faith in you, that you are a good human being. You are a fucking unique snowflake, stranger.”</div>
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This idea is too, what? Clingy?</div>
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You are going to exist in this world with everyone else, unless you’re a<a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serial_killer" rel="wikipedia" style="border: 0px; color: #b12930; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_parent" title="Serial killer">serial killer</a>, in which case you decide your own people, but the point is why live in hate? In a perpetual stupor in which you judge everyone, and assume things, but to what end?</div>
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Why can’t we live like the puppies we adore all day, they’re always in a snip, but they love exactly that about eachother. We can be a lot, if we try to live as dogs. Honor would be real then, friendships too.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1912642047874848711.post-11247790031802380782013-07-23T22:28:00.001-07:002013-07-23T22:28:51.678-07:00Beauty?So many people have praised beauty and its forms in their lifetime, there was the beloved John Keats, whose poems on beauty are marvellous, it is said he left a career in medicine to pursue poetry, the moment he was free from the obligation. <div>Then there was Edward Cummings, the lover, his poems still haunt the world with a kind of kingly grace. </div><div>I know, not many people like poetry now, it's more tedious than watching television, or posting pictures that make you feel special, just like millions of others people. </div><div>I seem to have been born in the wrong century, with the wrong mentality. I wish I was born in 1920s in Paris, at the time of Picasso. Paris is the art hub of the world, not that other places don't exist but Paris is haunted by the ghosts of arts past and present. </div><div>How nonchalantly exuberant were the artists of the old, excluded from the ongoings of the world, left to exist in peace to create the unimaginable. </div><div>Beauty, it is defined in worldly terms but I for one am never satisfied with any definition, beauty is more than a positive beautiful radiation. It's like an open soul that is free to roam our lands making us insignificant humans gasp and kneel before when it truly touches us.</div><div>The weird boy in 'American beauty' defined beauty very nicely too. </div><div>" <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in."</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">No reason to be afraid ever, yes. This world of today, where we're supposed to care about things that don't fucking matter, like social status, making people jealous, being cool, and copying our icons on tv half of whom are Half naked on air half the time. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">No. We exist in this mysterious land where we are godly enough, we can manipulate things to our will and we can witness bending of the laws of nature but most of all, we are given spiritual treats in form of beauty and most of us choose to ignore it or just restrict our perception to physical appearance of ourselves. Way to make full use of what we have. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">In book 4 'inheritance' when eragon was on the verge of dying, a calm stupor was calming his aches and closing his eyes with black, he was ready to give up, when he saw a bee buzzing on a flower that had crept out from in between the rocks for sunlight, and he got strength because his soul weeped at the thought of leaving this world. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">And here we are, in that world from morning to dark not giving two shits about it. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Maybe that's why you're afraid.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FiaLzvgxeZ22YNksAvIb91mafBpOkmBRBRwKV-yYhbBL4vtOu8y6n9tHs8BwJhdn0uGTlZG3q6sHgiIrfuLlivrZOAPM18Gfl_5PT47oVIAMRmB1RE2bJ_8CexBFYs_ADe_wXhDm7BY/s640/blogger-image-190767622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FiaLzvgxeZ22YNksAvIb91mafBpOkmBRBRwKV-yYhbBL4vtOu8y6n9tHs8BwJhdn0uGTlZG3q6sHgiIrfuLlivrZOAPM18Gfl_5PT47oVIAMRmB1RE2bJ_8CexBFYs_ADe_wXhDm7BY/s640/blogger-image-190767622.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02788043219746730349noreply@blogger.com0