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Not a fan of sharing, must I be?

Truth is I am not fan of sharing all this here, I have been humbled enough in life that I don’t have much ego to share this.  And I don’t consider myself extraordinary to thrust this out here either. 

But at the same time, I feel fortunate to be given these thoughts, that i find it as an obligation to share. Like as though somehow, some of these words are not mine, but they visit me somehow, not just a meager fools words but something precious to me apart from an exhaustive world within, that is meant to be shared.

Perhaps there is solace somewhere in them for some, somewhere. Perhaps its just for me as I share them, as my mind precipitates these, and some from elsewhere, I know not how. But I accept them the same nonetheless. 

Not wanting to be a judge but an observer of both universes, outside and within; I feel compelled to share what I can, when I can. 

Perhaps it is my duty as told from elsewhere and inside. All words and All praise to the Great Unknown. I surrender. Peace.

The limited “i”

The “I” in your life can mislead you.

Don’t we use it commonly for

I am better than you

I am well mannered than you

I am sophisticated than you

I am mature than you, etc.

Fueled by ego and mental obscurity, this I alienates you from the actualization of the singular life force in this universe. 

Only when we realize;

I am You.

I is You and You is I,

can Mankind ever recover, unify and explore the stars. For this consciousness is singular and is the same as the universe. As described in all ancients texts this truth is universal. Written as received. All Praise to the Unknown. 

Suffering and Joy are same to the Soul

All souls within all beings quietly rejoice in all of life’s movements, i.e. both joy and suffering. Yes. Because it’s simply here within each to experience all things. Like all the rides in amusement parks; some are fun and some are scary, and some are thrilling, all the more they are all used and present in the park. Most end up riding all kinds of rides.

Truth is the soul sees no difference between one’s joy and suffering. It simply observes experiences the magnitude of both without interference, through its presence within the body. We are only the sensor, our soul is the true experiencer and the god the unknown is the ultimate seer or observer and the final experiencer. This is a difficult truth.

This is realized in a moment or few moments because it is temporary and cannot be permanent. But when you are lucky enough to connect with your soul, in that brief moment you will immediately realize both suffering and joy is immaterial. And there is immense gratitude for your mere existence itself. That is a truly profound realization that can only be remembered after but cannot be continually experienced or sustained.

You can through strict meditation, and in extreme states achieve that reconnection and clarity again. This cannot be taught or formulated down. It can be spoken of like this, poorly! It is a self realization that anyone can attain and it is a true state. But our existential reality is the counter weight to this duality of life and understanding perhaps for good practical reasons of life. I have lot more questions too. I know it sounds ridiculous to conclude suffering and joy are same to the soul. But that’s the learning. Be well. 

Sharing God

I saw no god today when I had no one to share him with.

Traffic Nature

I fear nature. I also fear that we keep ignoring her when she is truly nice to us and barely notice her when she intimidates us. We run for cover or figure out means to “protect”  and carry on!  Truly worries me, how more insensitive can we get?

This morning, more than a mile of bumper to bumper, the sun shining as gracefully as ever, the gentle breeze, the trees whispering their subtle melody. A free man can not ask for anything more from this earth. Yet 40 out of 45 cars in front of me had windows rolled up, some lame music playing am sure. The 5 were smoking.

Foreword – Why Write and Publish ?

Why publish or blog all this, these thoughts, these “expressions of a conscious mind”? Why write and why publish them to all who can read and have means to do so ?

The reasons did have humble beginnings, as any one who keeps a journal or who wishes to reflect on days thoughts will understand and appreciate the need to write, document and reflect. It was pen and paper many months, but with advent of PC, why tinker with papyrus when you can add to things anytime from anywhere of the day.

But here it is on www, and that goes beyond reflection and can not be justified as mere “self” reflections, so there I was where I argued over and over with myself about the selfish nature of a publication of such sorts, and the neediness of oneself to be heard (or atleast be given the belief of being heard).  Personally, I think some authors, bloggers, publishers, are just plain needy or self acclaimed pundits of knowledge which is nothing but a loud echo of ego and self vanity.

Now, for many it is arrogance and judgment that fuels the need to express into the burrows of this dark world, to correct, to steer and guide. No there is no guidance, if any there is only the road of burden for the already tired minds, in the hope of full liberation.

Why write and why publish? The very notion questions self-reformation. Self-reformation is absolutely 100% absolute. However it gleans on the outside world and our perception and senses to nourish its absoluteness, one may argue its relative-ness. It is a valid argument; however, it is in the essence and what it churns in one that makes it absolute. But even under those premises of “relative” absoluteness, there is no need or temptation to express outward, to write, to publish it openly. Is it honesty? Honesty has got nothing to do with it, period.

In many senses, I view and hope that may serve as a beacon of hope to those including me who battle the similar perceptions, visions, thoughts, bitter glimpses of reality every day and shore them to reason of refuting loneliness and gently resonate in their hearts that they are not alone in their thoughts and life.

A life rope to a stray, may be actually a hand to the visionary who stands apart, a rope that bolsters my hope as I reach out to you, to beach you ashore or at least to an island I habit in.  The windows to a world of dreams and vision that rest on the shelves of time, fading yet echoing more than ever in space.

One of the reasons for writing is to free the most beautiful bird in us, our mind, its bound to fly eternally in this world free from peril but in the minds of many where it flutters its wing so gently to find more of its own. As a symbol of hope and the fine fabric that weaves our existence.

I like to leave it here, it is in the interest of our lives and of my kind it is written. Now I shall write and shall publish for the same!