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Published in: on October 3, 2016 at 12:43 pm  Leave a Comment  

Trauma – the fourth way to enlightenment!

It is like the earth’s crust getting a bit of an earthquake. In early days of Earth, there was just one nice little piece of sand and whatnots that we called the crust, just as most of us had one perfectly formed reality that we thought life is. It is a bit like the frog’s well – that is all there is for that frog, for that is all that the frog can see.

Then something happened and there were earthquakes and the earth’s tectonic plates shifted. The world was never the same after a few incidences and that which was called reality shook and then what was thought to be true had to be relooked at. The world was never the same coz something shifted in consciousness. Some call it trauma. It may just be that that something caused the tectonic plates to shift so that new realities had to emerge – new continents came up and new civilizations certainly did. New reality. Variety. And yes, there are residues from the plates shifting – landslides, hillocks, arroyos – basically new land terrains. So also from living through a reality-shaking experience there are residues – hurts, pain, experiences that may be too difficult to put into words. It has also been said that with traumatic experiences, there is a shift in the brain makeup so that there is an alteration in consciousness and hitherto far untapped senses awaken that some call as psychic sensibilities – telepathy, clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, clairolfaction, clairgustance, claircognizance (which basically I think are finer ranges in the very same 5 senses of smell, taste, sight, hearing and feeling and the sixth sense of knowing/cognition)

It is like the crust broke and liquid from within leaked out, like the earth’s crust gave way and molten lava poured out. Sometimes it is a table of water that was just under the crust that wanted the crust to break for the water to come out. And then something happens again and the plates shift more. The waters within convection some more (churn?) and stuff from more deep within comes out, maybe brackish, maybe some crocodiles or primal instincts or instincts that let you know existentially deeper instincts that makes you tug and pull and scream at the cages that makes you less than alive. It may seem like a monster but the monster is alive in that it has an energy and emotion that insists at being alive just because it exists. And then something more happens then and perhaps some wisdom seeps through this time from deep within and what you see as reality shifts some more. Now with all of this, the world-view and what is generally called as the world means something different now with each of these happenings. It gets better or it gets worse, but nevertheless there are dimensions now (the world may seem more richer and fuller or rounder, or concaver and hollow or flatter) and dimensions bring variety in perceptibility, and uniqueness in what a person sees and has to offer.

Now all of this couldn’t happen without stuff getting shaken a bit, now could it? We are truly multidimensional, more like onions (as Shrek says in the movie, Shrek) – we have layers. {Not like cabbage with leafy layers or a lotus though some of us are flaky like a leafy cabbage or lotus with many separatable (ok ok I know the correct word is ‘separable’ but there is something more said in the word ‘separatable’ than ‘separable’ I think, something in the sound of the word) petals, but they are still whorls and onion has nice round complete-circle layers whereas lotus has the layers with many separatable petals in layers. Get the picture?}. Now if a person has never seen the layers within themselves, the person never really claim to know themselves, ay? The tea/coffee cup had to be stirred to surface the undissolved sugar crystals at the bottom. If you think life is all quiet and neat and nice and not much in excitement, then maybe you need to put yourself in unfamiliar ground and get shaken up and bit 🙂

The problem is if there is no movement. If you just get stuck with the fact that reality got shaken and you don’t build on whatever stuff you thought works and instead keep looking at stuff that don’t work. The stuff you thought works may not be entirely all working but something in it did work, and once some time is spent in figuring out what that is, there is scope for improvement of stuff that works, and the scope for improvement is the biggest hope that there is. It pulls life into that space and then life has gotta find a way. Life always finds a way. And once that stream of life is dug into that flow deep and rich at the bottom (read heart of all things), it could get addictive. It is like getting drunk on the cup of life. It is like the enticing flash in the pan. Once you get a taste of it, it stays in your memory imprinted and then with every experience that you come to finding things that work and work your way through stuff and hit again at the stream of life, that memory gets stronger, and you get wiser; more and more enlightened on who you are and what life is all about.

Published in: on October 2, 2016 at 8:29 am  Leave a Comment  

Twilight zone

There is a place where the individual and the divine dine together
They serve ambrosia, which is between birth and death, and an assortment of textures
..for the child and elderly and every age in between.

The air is still and a whisper breezes not unheard
There is music in there with rhythms unborn and lyrics unworded
but music that enriches the deaf even

The waters well up from depths within,
of a texture someone between honey and warm water
The water within nourishes from within but imbues from without

It is rich in spirit, not bought with exchange of money ordinary
The gold here has shades of sweat and wisdom and transient for something richer
It is old wine for the discerning soul

It is not a place you go to but come to
It has always been there with its delicacies for the fine diner
Have you sipped from its cup yet? It is called life and its cup is full…waiting.

Published in: on September 29, 2016 at 5:57 am  Leave a Comment  

Dancing to one’s own drum

puppet

When there is no thought of ones own (or) not taken the time to think through things to have ones own opinion (or) been pulled and pushed around by other people and their thoughts, a person could just as well be a puppet in someone else show, living someone else’s life and just as well be a nonliving thing, for one of the things that differentiate a living being from nonliving is the ability to think by and for themselves.

When a person is entralled by a topic and he/she waits until cacaphony of voices in the head in voices and syntax of other people’s thinking and logic quiets, an opinion of ones own emerges about the topic. Like a flash in a pan, it quickly disappears in the voices and opinions of people ever present in the noise/information byte database in the head and needs periodic waiting for the voices and opinions to quiet down for ones own opinion to emerge again. It needs some practice before one is able to recognize ones own voice and own opinions, and to recognize when one has gotten hijacked by preexisting notions and others’ opinions (again). People’s logic is like a strain of music – a raaga. Every raaga has a certain logic that is unique to it, so also every person has his/her own unique logic to their way of thinking. Getting in the cacaphony of voices and opinions in the head is like being in a radio station that has sooo many frequencies (or like soo many raagas are being played at once and one has one’s own raaga lost in all that noise). It is so much is like the waves of the ocean, these other people’s voices and preconceived notions, like a sound ocean (sounds are waves anyway of a certain frequency). Once there is a glimple of one’s own opinion (rather one’s own sound frequency/raaga or logic of thinking) and what that feels like, it is like catching a glimpse of a preferred fish in the ocean’s depth lapping amongst its waves. It takes some practice to wait for the sound waves in the head to quiet down enough to get a glimpse of that own-opinion sense again (or to tune in to our own radio station again). And waves are ever present in the ocean! The practice is about recognizing the calm in the ocean’s depths where the waves are not too effective (it is like the silence in the noise; silence has always been there – noise is a deviation from silence but the silence is always there – and in silence there is better chance that one’s own radio station is heard because the station master is keen on listening to one’s own radio station – one’s own unique frequency), and the big worth-all-the-wait fishes are in the very deep bottom.

In just writing this post, I have had to type a certain length with an idea that I wanted to express, then delete once recognized being hijacked and then type some more and then after a certain length to recognize that I have strayed from what I have originally wanted to write about again – that being about having ones own original opinion – and so then go back a few sentences and type again. I guess this is what is called editing but here I refer to the process of staying with the original thought that sparked interest enough to be thought worthy enough to be shared. It is like a biggg fish in a fisherman’s net; it keeps jumping out and the fisherman needs to be keen enough to want to have that fish so he keeps on with the fish, and if the fish jumps out and is powerful enough to drag the fisherman along, then the fisherman hangs on to the net and with the want/desire of having the fish ‘coz some fishes are just worth it all.

Having an opinion of ones own and consequently to recognize oneself in the crowd and masses (literally in the world out there but first to recognize ones own voice and opinion amongst all the voices and opinions in one’s own head) is quintessential in becoming an individual and thusly graduating from being a puppet. Nothing bad about being a puppet – at least someone knows what the show is about – it is just not that person’s show! A person has life because one can move about of one’s own volition and has a brain to be able to think for oneself. It is in recognizing when one’s own brain has not been utilized and then to start utilizing one’s own brain and faculties more often that graduating from puppethood to individual becomes possible.

Published in: on September 26, 2016 at 3:06 am  Comments (1)  

My residence..

Where do I exist? Somewhere in the valley between the head and rest of my body as a sound that emerges when wind (through my body) manages to pass through the valley where I reside.

Published in: on September 2, 2016 at 3:08 am  Leave a Comment  

‘God’ is such a rational idea!

Mankind’s journey to rationalism has been through fear and faith (from fear of the mighty fire that engulfed their forest habitat from time to time to learning to use fire….and then further seeing a greater power at work in the seasons and goings on and in the mysterious so much so that he had to coin a word, God, to identify the idea easily) until reasoning and logic by putting cause and effect together arrives at seeking explanation for the mysterious. If God and faith are disregarded or its validity negated, we would be negating the history of rational thinking and some important steps in the development of intellect too for we have a cortex that is a mere development over that of our animal ancestors. Negation of such kind would be entangling the neuronal wiring of the brain that in its make has the reptilian and the primitive mammalian thinking hardwired in its make, in its genetic code itself, for how else would you explain the irrational fear from the back or of a stalker if the more primate ancestor was not having to be wary of the eagle in warding of which he had to seek ingenious ways to survive until the present day?

Published in: on September 2, 2016 at 3:06 am  Comments (1)  

Life!

Life is happening NOW, in this moment. All else is mere conjecture.

…..and then there is Quality of Life dependent on choices being made in this moment – choice of where/what/how/why to invest time, thought, effort. The wisdom of this choice determines the quality of life. The wisdom may be dependent on how wise one is able to be at a point in time. Nevertheless, the effort put forth to make the best choice possible in the moment is the ‘little step of action that makes a mighty leap’ in the quality of life.

Published in: on August 24, 2016 at 3:09 am  Leave a Comment  

Who am I?

“I am a rebel. This is my cause.

A sustainable future is not just what I dream of.
It is my reason to be.

I am not a fence-sitter, for the grass is greener on my side.

I will get others to aspire by what inspires me.
I will open doors by opening minds.”

As a human being, I will live a better life.

Published in: on August 14, 2016 at 2:35 am  Comments (1)  

If it isn’t a happy ending, it hasnt ended yet!

“Over time, family who never knew their relatives who had passed away years earlier slept in the same rooms, same beds, and spent days on the same beach as those before them.”

(The above is an except from this blogpost

https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/its-what-we-do/#like-1049)

This sentence got me thinking. We live in geographies lived in by ancestors who lived and breathed and passed on the land to the newer generations. We may never have met them but their presence lingers in the things they did, their thoughts gave rise to customs and traditions, and also the old pots and pans handed over as handlooms as some of those ancestors were from our own families. We have people who died fighting for independence from living conditions that the younger generations independed from and henceforth enjoy and occasionally talk and remember the ancestors whose fight led one way or the other to our freedom from the kinds of oppressions that were prevalent in those times. We would still have traces of the oppression of those times, in our need to control and dominate (perhaps in retaliation to being controlled and dominated at some point in time, even if it was as old as generations before).

I live in India and India was colonized by the British, so I can talk thusly. There would be British genes intermingled in our own bloodlines (such were the times then!) but would we revolt the ‘injustice’ metted out to us then somuchso that we revolt our own genes embeded in our DNA that has us be us?! Or would we be in acknowledgement of  them and say “this is how things happened.” Things happened, and that is not the end of story. The story ends when things are well and good. And then, that is not really end of story but a beginning of something new. Until such point, the story has not “ended.”

Our stories have happy endings (just look at our movies, at least most of the Indian movies, and definitely the fairy tales all around the world have happy endings; maybe that is even why people still love reading fairy tales even if they think they are impossible. Happy endings!). If the story has not ended happily, there is just another sequel waiting to happen, thats all – maybe in the next generation – but we can hand down a story that was better than the one that came to us. The point is, we can do something about the stories we live. The story here is our own lifestory, and we are the heroes and heroines of our stories. There are villans too, but a villan is always someone, if you notice, who has been wronged at some point and now seeks revenge. (I think the Talibans and ISIS and the whole lot of extremists are villans who have in one way or the other been wronged in some way and now seek revenge through violent means. At least, that must have been how they started. Their future generations may no longer know the reason why they got extremist. We are lucky enough to have ancestors who handed down happy values. Perhaps they were not so lucky. How do I know that? Study Nature. Even a snake wont bite unless threatened or hurt in some way! Mankind is just another being of Nature, no different in behavior hence). So unless the wronged villan has been appeased in some way, the story has not ended and the happy ending does not come through. What is a happy ending? “People, animals and plants, as visible evidence of life, are shining in their own light, in harmony with all that there is, in rhythmic synchrony with Nature and the Universe, being and doing what they came into existence for.”

Published in: on July 29, 2016 at 4:41 am  Comments (2)  

Trust my senses?! brrrr

My senses (five main headings – eyesight, hearing, smelling, touch, taste) differentiate between you and I. They tell me of shapes and contours and boundaries and existenses. Without them, I might as well have been a mound of primordial matter – full of potential and nowhere to go – a potential that has no place to realize. When I do sense with my senses, I do see what there is and what there could come to be and there I find avenues to invest my potential and bring to fruition that which I have a potential to bring into fruition.

Published in: on July 24, 2016 at 9:16 am  Leave a Comment  
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