The bird proudly willing to burn,
So that he may live again,
Chooses the flames of fires
That burn the aged Phoenix
The nature stands still
Till a new young bird starts again,
and begins the legend of the Phoenix.

- Claudian (Roman author)

Legend has it that one day many many moons ago; the Sun looked down and saw a large bird with bright red and dazzling gold feathers. The Sun God blessed him, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!"

 

 

Since then it has been the destiny of the legendary bird. It lives and a time comes when it loses all the energy to live anymore. It is then that this creature sets to self immolating itself. But the blessings of the Sun God don’t wane away. The Phoenix’s ashes accumulate energy for new life, as the bird rises from the ashes rejuvenated with natural energy.

 

Energy is an omnipresent entity which travels through space, time and medium. Lost energy is just a transfer of the same. Similarly gained energy too, is just the same.

A man, who runs out of steam, has just transferred all his energy to another subject. And there are ways to reimburse that energy, accumulating it from other forms which hold them in their dungeons. And even today many many moons after, the transfer keeps taking place.

They say partying hard is a practice for de-stressing. Some psychologists say that the after-burn of a party plays catalytic in releasing the stressful negative energy.

Negative energy is powerful and extremely destructive. This affirms that its release can be at times catastrophic. When such powerful energy is released it leaves the previous owner weak with fatigue. It accumulates into a raging powerful force, uncontrollable and destructive, hitting any obstacle on its way like a steam engine, on full go. But the functional result of this is that the previous owner is freed from the stressful energy that was raging inside him.

To release this sort of pent up energy a person needs to reach that saturation point where he can commit into the act of splitting with it. Sometimes it needs a catalyst to take you to that high energy point where the pressure cooker finally starts to whistle. Without that all that energy keeps boiling inside you for a long long time just below the saturation level, where it is capable of releasing itself.

 

About a catalyst which opens you up to releasing old and repulsive energy to make way for new vibrancy and ardor for more spunk.

It was a morning at the hillside

It was Kafka in Hand, coffee on the table

It was junk in the bedroom

It was all perfect.

The graves were still and the grass wet with dew.

Woe to formalism I was allowed to smoke two joints of marijuana as I woke up,

I was allowed to drink ten bottles of beer and throw up at 10 in the morning.

I was allowed to kick off my shoes and run through fields of wheat

Nobody to stop me as I trampled on standing crop.

The men who grew them were busy committing suicide.

In our democracy it's raining.

It's raining in Kerala, Kerala and Assam, Assam, Assam and Gujarat and in Karnataka.

Where are thou O banana moon?

I dream of a sheep-skin clad shaman illuminating a room full of mirrors, it reminds me of the Holocaust.

Restless minds are screaming at ringing cell phones.

I read about Allen Ginsberg, and I read about mutual funds

I read about belts of marijuana and about shopping malls.

My ex-girlfriend calls up to tell me that death seems so alluring.

Reading about tranquil minds wanting to return to the womb, experiencing anti-Semitism.

Will you ever make noise democracy?

Will you ever stop selling yourself to nuclear hegemony?

Will you tell the white man not to kill the likes of you anymore?

Will you tell Uncle Sam that justice is not what he dictates?

Will you speak about Mutiny with pride ever?

When will you get drunk democracy?

When will you do drunken crazy things?

When will the Time Magazine recognize you democracy?

When will you hear millions of mothers crying in your villages at vermillion dawn?

When will the lights come back in Vidharva, In Vidharva, Vidharva, Vidhrva and in Andhra Pradesh, And In Bengal….

Will you ever get stoned and stone the barbwires in Singur?

Will you ever be happy with you life democracy?

Will you be Pagan once more.

It's the hardest thing to give your beliefs away;
to rip them from beneath your facade.
In the tiny crack of a stranger's smile... you fell.
Its span let you pass while it held me at my waist to only writhe against it.
What brought us here to this ugly season of poisoned words and frigid abandon?
You gave yourself away like the spare change you toss to the bums.
You made yourself a void, begging to be filled by anything...
anything that wasn't me.
Familiar was ugly. It reeked with the stench of common yesterdays.
It was weak and undesirable.
I'd never have believed you'd be one of the painful pages.
What beast lurked within you, pressing to get out?
What  kisses so sweet;  touch so warm?
Did your body scream at you to feel me
What made you hate what we had become?
I'll never know.
My tears are ugly.
They reek with the stench of common yesterdays.
They are weak and undesirable.

Easy Virtue

Who

While I sleep

Where do you go

Which way does the magnet pull you...

Is their a magnet inside you

Which will bring you home sometimes?

The Tantra on Eliminating All Evil Rebirths is a work belonging to the class of Yoga Tantras. Like many Tantras, the text is presented in the form of a dialogue between the Buddha and an assembly of gods, in The Tibetan Book of Dead. The chief of these deities, Shakra, asks the Buddha what has happened to the young god Vimalamaniprabha, who has fallen from one of the six Buddhist Heavens, known specifically as the "Heaven of the Thirty-three gods." The Buddha responds that the young god has fallen into the Hell known as Avici ("without respite") where he is undergoing insufferable physical and mental torment. Horrified, the gods ask what can be done to rescue him and other living beings from such an evil destiny. Upon entering into deep meditative concentration, the Buddha proceeds to introduce various rites for pacifying, subjugating and destroying demons, and for attaining happiness and prosperity, as well as a number of other ceremonies disposed to ward off evil and overcome misfortunes threatening both the living and the dead. In the case of the funeral rituals described by the Buddha, the general assumption underlying these rites is that actions performed by surviving relatives necessarily have a positive effect on the condition of the deceased. The series of memorial services is designed essentially to enable individuals to pass safely from one life to the next. The Tantra on Eliminating All Evil Rebirths has from very early on been an important source for Tibetan funeral rituals, both Buddhist and Bon-po.

 

The Tantric traditions of the oldest school of Tibetan Buddhism, the Nyingma-pa, were introduced to a wider Tibetan religious audience through two primary channels: the ancient translations, which were derived from the teachings of an elite group of Indian Buddhist mystics, brought to Tibet during the eighth century, and then promulgated through the activities of a large assembly of accomplished Tibetan translators, such as Vairochana, and hidden scriptures called treasures or Terma, which were texts that had been concealed in unusual and remote locations during times of religious persecution to be preserved and then later rediscovered, usually with the assistance of supernatural beings, at the appropriate time. These two fundamental streams of literature can be found both in the collection of Nyingma Tantras called the Nyingma Gyubum, or collected Tantras of the Old School, and in the collected translations of Vairochana, the Vairo Gyubum. Among the first category of ancient scripture is included the Tantra on the Bardo State of Becoming. This Tantra represents one of the earliest Tibetan sources on the intermediate Bardo period, and includes brief discussions on a number of topics directly relevant to that subject, such as methods for reading correctly the omens of death, the internal and external signs of the dying process, advice on how to take control of the Bardo experience, and techniques to avoid an unpleasant rebirth.

The Tantra on the Secret Union of Sun and Moon is included among the collected treasures of the Nyingma Gyubum and is also one of the seventeen Tantras associated with the highly esoteric Great Perfection tradition, or Dzokchen. The basic plot of the Tantra is structured around a dialogue between the deity Vajradhara and a Bodhisattva named Mitok Tupa. Motivated by compassion, Mitok Tupa asks a series of questions concerning the methods living beings may employ to achieve liberation from the ongoing cycle of birth and death. Vajradhara responds by describing systematically the experiences an individual undergoes during the various intermediate Bardo periods, and in the process teaches Mitok Tupa how to practice the oral instructions of his spiritual teacher during the present lifetime (referred to as the Bardo of Ordinary Life); how to stabilize his mind during the painful process of dying (the Bardo of Dying); how to achieve Buddha hood through recognition during the intermediate period of Reality dawning ; and, how to be guaranteed a positive rebirth in a Buddha Pure Realm while passing into a new existence (the Bardo of Becoming). The message of Vajradhara teaching is simple and pragmatic. Release from cyclic existence can be obtained if one performs the proper ceremonies, follows the necessary meditative instructions, and recognizes the truth taught by one teacher. The text also provides a detailed ritual program designed to insure an auspicious destiny for both the living and the dead.

Sun Tzu Wu was a native of the Ch`i State.  His ART OF
  WAR brought him to the notice of Ho Lu, King of Wu.  Ho
  Lu said to him:  "I have carefully perused your 13 chapters.
  May I submit your theory of managing soldiers to a slight
  test?"
       Sun Tzu replied:  "You may."
       Ho Lu asked:  "May the test be applied to women?"
       The answer was again in the affirmative, so arrangements
  were made to bring 180 ladies out of the Palace.  Sun Tzu
  divided them into two companies, and placed one of the King's
  favorite concubines at the head of each.  He then bade them
  all take spears in their hands, and addressed them thus:   "I
  presume you know the difference between front and back, right
  hand and left hand?"
       The girls replied:  Yes.
       Sun Tzu went on:  "When I say "Eyes front,"  you must
  look straight ahead.  When I say "Left turn," you must face
  towards your left hand.  When I say "Right turn,"  you must
  face towards your right hand.  When I say "About turn,"  you
  must face right round towards your back."
       Again the girls assented.  The words of command having
  been thus explained, he set up the halberds and battle-axes
  in order to begin the drill.  Then, to the sound of drums, he
  gave the order "Right turn."  But the girls only burst out
  laughing.  Sun Tzu said:  "If words of command are not clear
  and distinct, if orders are not thoroughly understood, then
  the general is to blame."
       So he started drilling them again, and this time gave
  the order "Left turn," whereupon the girls once more burst
  into fits of laughter.  Sun Tzu:  "If words of command are
  not clear and distinct, if orders are not thoroughly
  understood, the general is to blame.  But if his orders ARE
  clear, and the soldiers nevertheless disobey, then it is the
  fault of their officers."
       So saying, he ordered the leaders of the two companies
  to be beheaded.  Now the king of Wu was watching the scene
  from the top of a raised pavilion; and when he saw that his
  favorite concubines were about to be executed, he was greatly
  alarmed and hurriedly sent down the following message:   "We
  are now quite satisfied as to our general's ability to handle
  troops.  If We are bereft of these two concubines, our meat
  and drink will lose their savor.  It is our wish that they
  shall not be beheaded."
       Sun Tzu replied:  "Having once received His Majesty's
  commission to be the general of his forces, there are certain
  commands of His Majesty which, acting in that capacity, I am
  unable to accept."
       Accordingly,  he had the two leaders beheaded,  and
  straightway installed the pair next in order as leaders in
  their place.  When this had been done, the drum was sounded
  for the drill once more; and the girls went through all the
  evolutions, turning to the right or to the left, marching
  ahead or wheeling back, kneeling or standing, with perfect
  accuracy and precision, not venturing to utter a sound.  Then
  Sun Tzu sent a messenger to the King saying:  "Your soldiers,
  Sire, are now properly drilled and disciplined, and ready for
  your majesty's inspection.  They can be put to any use that
  their sovereign may desire; bid them go through fire and
  water, and they will not disobey."
       But the King replied:  "Let our general cease drilling
  and return to camp.  As for us, We have no wish to come down
  and inspect the troops."
       Thereupon Sun Tzu said:  "The King is only fond of
  words, and cannot translate them into deeds."
       After that, Ho Lu saw that Sun Tzu was one who knew how
  to handle an army, and finally appointed him general.  In the
  west, he defeated the Ch`u State and forced his way into
  Ying, the capital; to the north he put fear into the States
  of Ch`i and Chin, and spread his fame abroad amongst the
  feudal princes.  And Sun Tzu shared in the might of the King.

    There is a feeling that this is going to be the last entry in this blog. Loads of confessions directed at no one in particular, have been made. Now its time for salvation. Thus a holy sabbatical.

Peace Fellowmen.....Peace REBELS ......PEACE ANGRY SPIRITS.........

GRAVEYARD OF DREAMS

I stand guard

Like a father on the grave of his 10 year old son...