The demon of tomorrow…

May 25, 2009 at 9:52 pm (Daily Writings, General Imaginative Writing, Iker, On the 'Norm', Spirituality, The Lover's Ethic)

I am a walker. I walk the dreary road of existence with a smile befitting any fool who fancies himself a lover of life and thinker of the world. A road worthy of those who are too much for the too-little. A road marked out conspicuously for those who fall on the outskirts of what-is-given. For those who court the skirts of the new, the original, the alive, the creative, the sublime, the self-surpassing. One fine morning I watch upon that which makes my heart tingle with life. I look upon that which makes me burst with a fire from my bosom and sends a pleasant current to my head, making my face extend a warm smile. That which awakens me from torpor – she, is more to the point. I am, alas, at the heights of the romantic age, I am a young man. Yet, this day is different from all the rest, a demon decides to make my acquaintance. A demon who’s truly an angel in disguise, here to test my strength of heart – here to test just how much power is me, and I am her. There is a yardstick to power my good friend, a good healthy and simple yardstick for measurement of power. It’s not in metres, centimetres or miles, no, it is in degree of attachment. A lesson I learned the hard way from an angel disguised as the demon of tomorrow, which we shall call Kalxara. It spoke thus to me:

Kalxara: I see thou thinkest and feelest most deeply for she. Thou art a remarkable man.

Me, You, No-one: I think and feel yes, but why don’t I do?

Kalxara: Thou knowest the result of thy doing before time, thy doing prematurely.

Me, You, No-one: Yes, but I yearn emphatically for her embrace, for her touch, her kiss, her hand on my heart, her head on my bosom, my hand on her head and playing with beautiful, short, blonde hair.

Kalxara: Thou are a true romantic, an emblem of thy age. For thy distance arises not from distance, it arises from intense proximity. Thou fight thyself most profoundly for thy desire. Thou fight thy desire for desire itself, thou fight love for love itself. Thou art a silly man to the world, but an emblem to and for its future. Thou pushest the world to its limit, and in the process, thou causeth thyself harm.

Me, You, No-one: Oh, how you understand me. And how you bring misery to my paradox. You know I’m sure of my capability, you also know my desire. You know how easy doing is, how simple it is to do. Yet, something inside fights me, it will not allow it. It implores me, and reasons with me to be patient, to allow, to be open.

Kalxara: That it does, and it pains thee so. Does it not?

Me, You, No-one: Yes, it does, it really does. But why? Why this tension, why this torment? What am I being prepared for, what is testing me so?

Kalxara: I will tell thee. Rather, I will show thee. I will also speed thee up, take thy preparation, clutch it and place it a gear higher. Dost thou liketh this idea? 

Me, You, No-one: … Show me.

Kalxara: Let thy eye rest upon thy beauty. Let it fall upon her and feel her presence. Let the emotions betake thee, thinkest and feelest most deeply for her, as thee always do. Now, I will tell thee the truth about thy beloved whose name thou knowest not – what a hopeless romantic thou art, what a work of art, what a bizarre creation, truly incomparable. I will tell thee, for I am after-all a demon and I know the minds of the mortals, all too well. I hear her think and feel.

Me, You, No-one: I understand.

Kalxara: She cares not for thee. She has seen thee and thou have seen her, and she thinks thee handsome, but shares not thy passion. She loves thee not. She thinks thee only interesting, but she harbours a passion that’s not to thy degree.

Me, You, No-one: *With a smile.* I understand…

Kalxara: She is most hopelessly in love – it is not with thee. She wishes to be wed, and the future holds her wedding, two children and happiness, but not with thee…

Me, You, No-one: I understand… do continue… I see in your eyes more waiting to pour forth from within you.

Kalxara: She finds more interesting thy friend than thee. Thou art nothing compared to thy friend – thou seemeth emotionally decayed and oft over-confident, thou shineth arrogance in her eyes. She thinks thee a liar and a fake, she thinks thee a child. How dost thou feelest?

Me, You, No-one: I desire and love her more.

Kalxara: But she cares not for thee, thou art nothing but a passing glimpse, a passing feeling, a fleeting candle light that gives itself away in smoke as it is confronted by life’s winds, by life’s temporal gusts. Thou art not as important to her as as she is to thee. What dost thou hold onto?

Me, You, No-one: For the first time in my life… nothing. I am. It is. She is. We are. I hold on to nothing. Finally I can now feel… free. I can now not own or be owned, I can finally… be… I can love at last. Whether she loves me or not, or I love her or not, it matters not – so long as she is happy, and I am also. The feeling speaks its own language, and my distance, my paradox does its own job. I am incapable of judging. I can only admire, and I can only celebrate. I can only live… as I am… as I feel… I can only be.

Kalxara: I have lied to you.

Then, out of nowhere, Kalxara tore her clothes apart and revealed herself to me. She flicked her fine, long and radiant blonde hair back, spread her beautiful wings sending a gust in my direction that almost blinds me. Saluting me with a wink, a nod and a smile, she thrusts her wings and flies away.

The modern yardstick of power: attachment.

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The Devil

April 25, 2009 at 9:46 am (Daily Writings, On the 'Norm', Spirituality)

A little gift for my friends the fundamentalists and priests. The Devil is none other than God entering your head, your mind, and poisoning your reason. The only God is the one that enters your heart. If God has entered your head, know thee that the Devil has placed a most cunning disguise, a most cunning mask and taken thee for a fool.

For further information, consult Jesus, Gautam, Muhammad etc. They will tell thee of where God shall find his/her humble place – it is the heart.

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An excerpt from Osho’s “The Tantra Vision”

March 15, 2009 at 10:59 pm (Daily Writings, Spirituality, Tributes)

I wanted to share this little excerpt with you all…

All my obscurities, all my hindrances – things that were obstructing my vision – are removed. I can see reality directly. Repressions are no longer there; my energies are in a flow. I am not against my body, I am not inimical to my body; I am one with my body. The division is dropped. My senses are all open and functioning at the optimum. My mind is silent, there is no obsessive thinking. When I need to, I think. When I don’t need to, I don’t think. I am the master of my house. A light was born in me, and with that light, all obscurities have disappeared. Now nothing obstructs me, my vision is total. The wall that was around me has disappeared.

That wall consists of three things: repressions in the body, dust in the senses, and thoughts in the mind. These are the three bricks that the China Wall around you is made of. Remove these bricks, and the wall disappears. And when the wall is gone, you come to know the One.

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The Eternal Struggle of Humanity

February 15, 2009 at 10:53 am (Daily Writings, General Imaginative Writing, On the 'Norm', Philosophy, Psychology, Seduction, Spirituality, The Lover's Ethic, Tributes)

*Ok Fred, you’ve persuaded me. Even though I do not see a possibility of this happening in this way, it is perhaps the best way.*

People are torn asunder by themselves. People’s biggest battle is not the world, but themselves. People even in this time and age suffer from the debris of customs, alas, from customs themselves. People must find a way to sever themselves from jealousy and their need for love in another. People must find a way to not seek their identity in another, or they will never know happiness with another or with themselves. People’s struggle is this: they cannot find themselves in themselves, they must always seek themselves in another. People need to break this vicious circle, or they will never be happy. They must find a way to love themselves; regardless of anyone else.

Now more than ever woman needs man, to help her realize this. And man needs woman to help him realize this. This and only this is where and when man/woman must prove himself/herself, all other proofs are idiosyncratic and nauseating. Now more than ever man/woman must be strong enough in him/herself to allow her/him the space to be her/himself without him/her or anyone else in the world. People must attain their individuality independently of other people especially him/her, so that she/he can more fully experience life, herself and him (and vice verse). They must do this or else they are doomed to never become a woman/man, and remain a little girl/boy through their fear and desire for secutiry. Security will kill them, because it allows them a way to escape from herself and run into another, a mask, in the form of him/her or a simulacrum they have created for themselves to hide from themselves; from facing themselves.

This is the eternal struggle, and one hopes for the birth of a kind of man/woman that can allow and aid this to happen, one prays day and night. For the cornerstone of humanity is not philosophy, not science, not politics etc… but the constituents that make all the prior and humanity itself possible: woman and man, and/or, man and woman.

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Iker’s untimely visit

February 8, 2009 at 6:46 pm (Daily Writings, Iker, Psychology, Spirituality)

This little story is that of Iker and his ‘hallucinatory state’, for such is the power of language ladies and gents. It can render experience to nothing more than a mistake, an error, a psychological faux pas that needs correcting.

Iker left his home one evening in the blistering rain, each droplet fell maliciously on his face and stung him like little needles. On and on he went into the darkness that was sugar-coated with this prickling sensation. The feeble street lamps falling behind him. He could almost feel them waving him goodbye as darkness engulfed him the more he kept moving. He’d had enough, enough, enough. Too much of the same, not little of difference. He was exhausted, the world troubled him, from the inside-out. He saw no perfection anywhere, no wonder, no joy, no beauty… it had all decayed into the dark-grey tarmac and the insecure faces of the masses, including his own; it too had taken upon itself a grey complexion. His raison d’être had exhausted him entirely. Nothing was left for him no more, nothing could rescue him, not even a woman. Alas, to him, she was lacking among the crowd of anything-but. He had decided to walk, for unfortunately his options could not lay bare in front of him like these lamps that stood proudly and this darkness that engulfed them. So march on he did. Walking and walking, unawares of where his legs would take him, even though he knew full well where the road was leading. He abandoned himself to his feet. Completely given over… let go in total surrender to the forces he had once feared. He entered what this stupid vehicle we call language denotes as: automation, what a sickly and dead word… it makes him regurgitate.

The roads pass him by, the lamps leave him, the darkness begins to touch him more prominently. All of a sudden his thoughts kick in, he knows where his feet are leading him: the river. The river, he thinks. He’s been here before in those moments where his soul could not bare the burden it has placed upon itself; in those moments where his life lay morbid at his feet. Yet, there was something different about that night, his soul had two representatives: the eagle and the snake. The eagle in him had a broken wing, the snake in him had a broken tooth. He was lost, his powers torn in half, and each step down the needle-infested road was akin to a devastating limp to him. Time had become a burden to him. He had been imprisoned by himself in a temporal chaos. Each twist, each turn, each step, each word eroded his soul and left him with the most interesting of souvenirs – tears. Why tonight though, and why the river? – he thought. What was so special about tonight’s painful journey to the same river – the place that had become his cleanser, his true home? He didn’t know, he just kept walking. He arrived at last at the scenery. Ah, it was majestic, regardless of the brown/dark-grey look that this water possessed, which left something to be desired. There was something appealing to its movement. He stood there, with his hands on the rail slowly getting cold and hurting. In that moment the pain went away and was replaced by sudden numbing of his whole body. He felt himself losing himself, feeling disappeared, thoughts disappeared, he felt one with the flow of the river. Time had almost stood still and simultaneously sped up. 

In that intense moment everything felt liquid and his head began to feel light, his visual field had a smudged aura about it. This feeling had a nostalgia to it, he’d felt like this before. Shuffling through his head a connection made itself transparent. He’d felt like this that one time when he had smoked copious amounts of marijuana. Yet, this one was somehow different, he hadn’t touched any intoxicant that day. He was completely clean. He began to worry about himself, what was going on in this moment? His thoughts kicked in and took control of him in his fear. He moved back and sat down on the bench, and as he sat down he was back to normal. Yet, he felt strange, like he had lost something. Nothing was normal about it, he felt closer to normality in that smudged moment. He wanted his mind to disappear again. He placed his head on his hands, his arms on his knees and then slowly moved his palms to his cheeks. Looking down at the floor he began to mourn his loss. He gave up, his soul flickered for the last time – he shed a tear of goodbye to himself. As he did this, he took a deep breath and lifted his head slowly with his eyes closed in pride. Exhaling he opened his eyes. There was a smudgy vision in front of him that the tears had subtly clouded. He whipped them away and began to see what was an utter impossibility. Sitting on the railings he was just now holding fiercely and in pain was a little child with what looked like a snake wrapped around his arm and an eagle standing head high on his shoulder. The child had a smirk on its face and at the sight of Iker it extended a little smile and winked at him. Iker began to cry tears of joy. He had finally understood.

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2000+ years wasted

September 23, 2008 at 7:53 pm (Daily Writings, On the 'Norm', Philosophy, Spirituality)

Renunciation and indulgence are but the same lies from different mouths; they are seducers of our blind acceptance, and they lead to nothing but misery.

Libertines saw renunciation as the problem because they were seduced by the notion of meaningless pain, and vowed for indulgence to counter the giving to people something illusory and un-healthy (contra to life) as a reason for their pain. Priests and those who brought God’s word to paper saw indulgence as the problem and recommended renunciation, as an excuse for the blind suffering of the tamed animal that is man; they gave man a reason to live and more importantly a reason to suffer.

Both extremes are traps for those groping in the dark in search for something that is not there. We’ve wasted and continue to waste years groping in the same darkness those preceding us have been groping in, and continue to find nothing. A new way is needed, a way where the middle point is salvaged, a point that arises from sheer understanding, pure apprehension of that which is indulged and, what comes to the same, that which is renounced.

We need more meaning, not more value.  We need to switch off the Television for a month or two and search for meaning; lest we get trapped in value, the value bestowed upon us by those still groping in the dark, those still wasting years.

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An Unintended Irony

May 1, 2008 at 6:20 pm (Daily Writings, Spirituality)

When a church (a house of God) becomes a polling station, one’s spiritual allegiances are invariably and dramatically shifted.

Observe a church in Fulham; but how many of the hundreds, even thousands that used it, stopped and witnessed this irony? How many laughed, like I am laughing, at the moment of this sarcastic representation? Loving the audacious tendencies of an open and observing mind!

Vote ladies and gentlemen, have your voice be heard and contribute to building a society that is best for you and everyone else! Don’t let this irony hinder you, instead let is amuse you and propel you into marching in and choosing what, or who’s best! =)

A Church in FulhamServicesThe Polling Information for the skeptics

*Acknowledgments to Dana for the astute observation.

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Meditation

April 15, 2008 at 10:19 am (Daily Writings, Spirituality)

*inspired by Osho

Meditation must be distinct from concentration.

We enter into mediation for a shift; a shift into either a mind with less noise or more peace, or even with a desire to raise our consciousness. The key here is that the mind is brought under control, thoughts do not rule us, but we in a sense rule them — implying that thought is something that happens to us, not what we are. From this we enter meditation in hope to get control over the endless flow of thoughts.

Concentration is a strengthening of the flow. In concentration we converge our awareness and consciousness into one particular point and maintain it, this strengthens the power of the mind and the hold it has over the person. This increases the flow of thoughts and lessens our ability to control them.

In meditation however, awareness is diverged. We do not focus on one point only but we expand our awareness and focus into everything and anything. How is this possible? The best analogy for this is being completely open to all sensation; having your senses always on alert and looking, so that you could hear the smallest noise from the stairs next block, and what the mother is saying to the child four doors down; involuntarily. Meditation should be a surrender, a giving up of everything including your thoughts, a removal of the content in the cup and a patient awaiting of anything and everything that comes to the senses. This is only done by taking control of the flow of thoughts, and concentration does not aid this endeavour.

One is required to surrender in meditation and await, and listen, and feel; the rest comes by itself. This is why often a connection with spirit is often likened into a loving of the spirit; you will find Masters telling you to love unconditionally and through it you will learn to connect with spirit. The reason for this is the element of surrender inherent in loving, the removal of all that was there prior to the experience so that you make room for the experience.

Concentration fills you up even more, often overfills you and you spill, through the road of holding on. Meditation empties you out, and makes you prone to that which you seek, through the road of surrender.

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Donum ex Existence

February 8, 2008 at 5:57 pm (Spirituality)

Understanding yourself is by far the best gift bestowed on man. Our ability, or rather our potentiality, to know who, what, where, how and why we are, is by far the only thing of value. All else is fleeting, vulnerable, perishable and of no value. Matter can change and so all things material are never enduring. Memory can be forgotten or misguided by our interpretations, so memory is not enough. Thoughts come and go; they are fleeting. Even life itself is fleeting. The only things of value is who, what, where, how and why you are. All these things can be explained with the simple revelation of the essence of your existence. By essence I mean perception without clouding, perception of the true nature of a thing without the mist of delusion or deception.

Notice how I say, revelation as opposed to knowledge. Revelation has the implications of experience as well as knowledge. To know is not enough; you must be in the moment, present with that which you know in order for that which you know to be revealed to you. Otherwise, if you lose the presence, it was not revealed to you at all, that which you know was nothing other than imagination or memory. When something is revealed the distance of time is taken out of the equation, it all happens in the now. Reflection thus is not capable of revelation; it is merely capable of remembering, for it lacks the presence required for revelation. Consequently, imagination is rendered ineffective too, for that too in-itself has the distance of time. When you imagine, you create events that have not occurred, you do this by using the constituents of events that have occurred and are stored in your memory. Thus, imagination is rooted in memory, it is a chimera of past parts of your experiences brought together to create an illusory whole which you attribute to the possibility of the future.

When the knower and the known come into contact there is a bridge that is built, knowledge is created, that bridge is between you and that which you know. So the knower and the known are in relation to one another (much thanks to Osho for this understanding). You have the knower on one side, that which is known on the other and the processing of knowing connecting the two. You can almost picture a bridge between knower and known, and the bridge is called knowing. Now for this knowledge to happen with existence, the bridge must be instantaneously created, it must be created in the delay of no time. This is because the essence of existence is not rooted in the imagination or reflection, it is a revelation. You cannot imagine or remember what existence is, you can only experience it in the moment of its revelation. To reveal something to someone, they need to be there in that moment to see it. The very process of knowING, the “ing” shows that it is a process that happens now, it is in the present moment, it is not in the “knew” or in the “can-be-known”; it is knowing, it is in the now.

This word revelation of which we are keen on means, for something to reach a disclosure, for something to be revealed. Revelation is the only road to one’s own existence, to one’s own individuality and escape from delusion. You are deceived if you think that you can find a path to the essence of your existence using reflection or imagination. We shall venture into the reasons why. First and foremost, in order to avoid confusion, I will try and be clear on the use of the word existence in this article*. Existence is closely linked to the word, “being”; for something to “be” it must have the minimum capability of contemplation, in other words it has to have some value in the realm of thought. However, simple contemplation is not enough to render something as existing, just because I can think of something it doesn’t mean it has to exist, e.g. the Unicorn. There is another level to existence, it needs justification in the form of experience of the relation between itself and the thinking-thing (human being) that can accommodate it in its thoughts. Put in other words I need to have come across that which I have in my head somewhere in life** in order for that thing to have the value of existence. Thus all things that exist can be contemplated, but the value of existence is given when they are manifested as adhering to the objective world.

When you are engaged in the process of reflection you are using your memory. You are reflecting upon something that has happened in the past and you are reflecting on it now. By doing this you are creating an illusion, the illusion is in your mind and is very subtle. The moment you remember an experience, you are simply bringing into existence something that doesn’t exist, you are giving life to something that is already dead. The subtlety of this is very exquisite. Think about the past for a second; what is it? The past is the sum of all “nows” that have gone and are weeded out of existence, back then they had existence because they were in the now. All things located in the now have existence, once the now has gone, their existence has gone with them for the moment that has just past can only be re-lived via memory, strictly because it has just passed. When you die, you have past, your moment has gone, your existence as you know it has gone, however you can still exist in the memory, someone can bring you back into existence by thinking about you, but ask yourself this, do you really exist or are you nothing more just a memory, something non-existent? Similarly all things that have passed are non-existent, they are not existent, they are nothing more than things that have passed being brought back into existence by the memory, and this doesn’t however make them any more existent. The bummer with this is that you are using your now-moment, a thing with existence to think about a past-moment, a thing with no existence. So to think about a past-moment in the now-moment is to reject the now-moment, to reject true existence for false existence. Each moment spent thinking about the past is a moment wasted in something non-existent. This is because you cannot occupy two spaces in existence at the same time, you are given one, so you can only use the now moment once at one time, how you use it is your choice; can think about the past/future or you cannot think at all and simply be. You can be in consciousness. It becomes a loss of existence when true existence is preoccupied by false-existence. How many true existences have you lost up till now; how many are you losing constantly?

Imagination, the other culprit of this loss of existence, is nothing more than a manipulation of memory and experience. Imagination takes parts from the past or memory and creates a whole out of those parts. Think of things that are imaginative for a second, for example the Unicorn, it is a creation of different creatures that have been seen, parts of each creature are taken out and a whole new creature is created by the parts. Anything created by the imagination is as existing as the Unicorn. Imagination does this constantly; you can never imagine something that isn’t related to something that you have experienced, it mandatory for you to experience something in order to create something imaginative. This use of the imagination is done constantly when thinking about the future, whenever you think about the future; you are imagining how it could go. You are trying to create a now-moment by using the parts of now-moments that have past. You are building a future with the blocks of the past. This too is a form of non-existence, primarily because the past parts you are using do not exist. Not only that but the future now-moments that you are creating are non-existent for they are merely now-moments that have not happened yet. How can something that isn’t happening have existence? So remember always, a whole created by parts that are nonexistent leaves the whole itself nonexistent, for something created from stone cannot been seen, without delusion, as made of steel. That which is created by something cannot be seen as created by something else, without illusion.

The only thing that is worth the value of existence is primarily anything attached to the word “now”. Now is the only revelation there is. The now moment revealed in the absence of mind, in the presence of pure consciousness is the revelation we are all seeking. The now moment is the bridge required in order for existence to meet with the person in-existence. It is the only way for the relation between the knower and that which is known to happen, and the irony is that the moment this happens, the knower and the known vanish, leaving you only with consciousness, and out of that consciousness the essence of existence is sprouted. So the gift of existence is this, the past and future, are merely projections, the now-moment is the only truth. Projections are helpful for living a causal life, a life of transition from one moment to the next, a life of cause and effect. A life of Samsara. To escape that life, to go beyond it, to reach the absolute, more is required. A surrender to the now moment, a surrender to existence, a surrender to consciousness, is mandatory.

Namaste.

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* The notion of existence is an extremely delicate concept, and one must be very careful of its fragile nature lest it break and cause problems. I will not venture here into the intricacies and implications of this word because it would require an essay, so for precision sake I will be as brief as I can in my usage of the word. Take care not to mistake my use of the word Existence with that of an Existentialist, the differences are immense.

** By life I mean everyday living, in the realm of experience, the physical world as opposed to the metaphysical. The existence of metaphysical entities are not a subject I am engaging in here.

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St’ Francis of Assisi

February 8, 2008 at 5:56 pm (Spirituality)

Feel the cold incision from the dagger of treason,
Say thank you, and move on.
Feel the burning wounds from the fires of temptation,
Say thank you, and move on.
Feel the kiss of death from the affinity of degradation,
Say thank you, and move on.
Feel the humiliation from endless reflection,
Say thank you, and move on.

Accept the desire for perfection that’s predominant over sterility,
Say thank you, and move on.
Reject the numbing lies of oriented deception,
Say thank you, and move on.
Accept the desire for altruism beyond that of egotism,
Say thank you, and move on.
Reject the pain arising from exasperating duplicity,
Say thank you, and move on.

Advance towards your highest good without attachment,
Say thank you, and move on.
Embrace the chilly demeanor of healthy detachment,
Say thank you, and move on.
Advance in the direction of your heart’s truth,
Say thank you, and move on.
Embrace the fearful need to silence the mind,
Say thank you, and move on.

Infinite compassion beyond words is annulled by jealousy,
Say thank you, and move on.
Absolute acceptance driven constantly into disappointment,
Say thank you, and move on.
Infinite love pierced by shards of hate,
Say thank you, and move on.
Absolute faith barraged by mechanical reason,
Say thank you, and move on.

Arrive at the Serenity to accept the things you cannot change,
Courage to change the things you can,
and Wisdom to know the difference.

Become an instrument of Peace,
Where there is Hatred, sow Love.
Where there is Injury, Pardon.
Where there is Doubt, Faith.
Where there is Despair, Hope.
Where there is Darkness, Light.
Where there is Sadness, Joy.

Do Not so much seek to be Consoled, as to Console.
To be Understood, as to Understand.
To be Loved, as to Love.
For it is in giving that you receive,
it is in pardoning that you are pardoned.
It is in dying to the self that you are born to eternal life.

“What is Love(Prem)? It is not simply compassion, not simply kindness. In compassion there are two: the one who suffers and the one who feels compassion. In kindness there are two: the one gives and the one who receives. But in Love there is only one, the two unite and become inseparable. The “I” and the “You” vanish. To Love is to lose oneself in the beloved.”
- St’ Francis of Assisi
* Unconditional Love and gratitude to St’ Francis Of Assisi, the father of Infinite Compassion, for making this versed imagination possible. His cold, bruised, naked feet, his malnourished and battered exterior, his hopeless strength and his infinite compassion were the things that made him a Star among planets. The one thing I would give existence for, is not women, not fame, not wealth, not sensual pleasure, and not even if they were offered in infinite amounts from here to eternity. I would gladly give up my existence for the ability to become an emblem for the inspiration of infinite Prem, of infinite Love. I would give it all to be in the face of St’ Francis of Assisi, so that I may understand what it takes to surrender to the abyss of infinite Love, and truly experience the gravity of Prem Azima.

In the words of Soren Kierkegaard, “Thus there was strife upon Earth; there was he who conquered everything by his own strength, and he who conquered God by his powerlessness.”

In the aptitude of Greatness, Death is merely a transition.

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