More than Words !

The human spirit is a tender thing.  Where 'Hope' is a word, sometime the whole dictionary,  yet something tightened as a noose.  The darker side is stronger  than any enormous light and glory. A looser,  a beggar, a lonesome cry. Do you hear the voices? Do you? The voices of a slender thread being cut,  being left, being abandoned.  Being lost again. Do you hear the voices? Do you? A dangling soul gripping a little left life.  The downward spiral to the hands of Hades.  Broken limbs wont suffer as much pain as a broken heart.  And helplessness, the suicidal thoughts.  Anguish, pain, fear, and death.  Do you hear the voices? Do you ? This might be the last call, a last toss,  a last breath, a last sunshine, a last day,  a last memory. This might be  the last voice.   Depression, have you heard of this word? Have you felt it, are you being eaten alive? Do you...

We all at some instance, think of the peak moment of life. The great high. The archaic explosion of the primordial understanding. We all want that, we want to smell it, taste it, touch it, and if possible kiss it. But lets walk few steps more in this psychedelic dimension. Lets think of peaking the peak. Or peak the peaking moment.  Thomas Aquinas, the 13th century philosopher somewhere says, All the efforts of the human mind cannot exhaust the essence of a single fly. The peak moment must be worth a lifetime. Or if I may say so, worth the universe. Because basically we are the illumination of the universe. Leary says that you have to stop being dead and start living. I think of the peak moment as the birth of the living'ness in the human. Not the end, but the means to become something more. The problem is that once we draw the distinction of reality based on the programmed perception, we cannot actually become the reality in itself. Now this is where we must grab th...

Dogen Zenji, the founder of Soto Zen School in Japan has written some of the most profound texts on zen . Some of his essay are collected in the book called the 'Moon in a Dewdrop'. The title itself is enough to observe a sense of peace and calmness.  The following are the lines from the book which I found are profoundly beautiful, and helpful to seekers and wanderers. Priest Daokai of Mt. Furong said to the assembly, "The green mountains are always walking; a stone woman gives birth to a child at night." Mountains do not lack the qualities of mountains. Therefore they always abide in ease and always walk. You should examine in detail this quality of the mountains' walking. Mountains' walking is just like human walking. Accordingly, do not doubt mountains' walking even though it does not look the same as human walking. The Buddha ancestors' words point to walking. This is fundamental understanding. You should penetrate these words. ...

Let me talk about my archaic revival, orthodox teachings of the universal survivals.  See I speak of the hazards of being pulled by absurdities of the so called deities. I speak for the illumination of psychedelics. You might call me a character out of Jodorowsky's movies.  But I am not. I am more of the abstraction that  Aleister Crowley holds.  May be a techno priest, may be a madman. Or may be nothing.  Nothing.  May be the notes played in Vivaldi's four seasons.  Or the abnormalities in Edgar Allen Poe's raven.  There are unseen forces that influences the way we perceives things, even perception is a game played through the sensory receptors,  receiving billions of electro vibration each moment.  This might be a quantum coherence or  quantum superposition that Carl Jung talks about. Or the notion that DNA's are the  material carriers of the consciousness,  May be eac...

Beneath the breath of the poet lies the stoned ape,  whose ideas are mostly forbidden or misunderstood.  He has no substantial origins,  his past is just a canvas painted in black and white.  Every gap in the memory of the poet is a hollow streams of dreams.  His eyes are painters, painting realities in his twisted mind,  incompetently putting words together like legos. He makes flesh,  objects, dreams and even textures. He finds everything except the gods who created the wretched consciousness game.  The mimes and storyteller are nothing but lairs. The best liars out there in wild.  The stoned ape warns him not to trust the cooks of dreams. The food is poisoned.  And once you take it, you become pale and awkward to reality.  You become normal again. The ape loves the air that passes him early in the morning.  Yet, he draws the curtains to find grounds to gobble up the sun.  Bri...

Somethings are hidden  in the very core of all hidden'ness.  The mind within the brain, love within the lovers, or lovers within the love. The gods within  the immortality of space.  A portion of everything within nothing'ness.  The theos within the logos,  and the logos within the theos.    A beautiful hide and seek.  Do you see friend how beautifully  things are synced ? A grand imitation games fueled with effigies, fetishes and poppets. A sympathetic  magic that revolves around the contagion.  Constant flux of co-instantiates. Coincidentia oppositorum.  Diogenes once said,  'All things come into being by  conflict of opposites, and  the sum of things flows like a stream'. And we are flowing through  the stream of alchemy and theurgy !!

Uncertainty, lets break this word. Un, refers to "not" and certainty refers to 'certain' certain comes from 'certanus' sounds like anus, which again comes from 'certus' revolving around a circus certus, is a past participle of 'cernere' which means 'to decide or distinguish', and that's so funny but in more so ever literal sense; it means 'to shift or seperate'. So, deep deeper deeply- uncertainty is not to shift, or separate. Things are uncertain. Surely they are. Not because they are indeterminate. But because time is not a separate shift but an imaginative play. An exclusive illusion. Things hence are only certain. Since things are in shift, and separating. Where beauty is the conundrum of connectivity. Something so vague, yet amusing. Even crisis has the same root cernere. A shift, which might work against the flip-flopability. Hence, uncertainty is a riddl...