Cosmic

Cosmic

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

Cosmic mic
Cause cosine use
Sine shine whine
Cosmetic tic tac tie
Métier tiers tyre
Tears emitter
Cosmopolitan tan
Lit polity mop
Asymptomatic asymptotes
Litotes osmosis
Sister terse tergiverse
Verse rehearse
Ear serve reserve
Extraterrestrial
Trial extraordinary
Rest on terrace trace
Race of ace
Pacemaker peace
Iamb what are you?
Who is a hat
That rat
Allusion ion allures
Fusion unison son
On fuss
Suffice suffuse fuse
Use ruse
Muse abuse
Abstruse truce
Abstract tract
An act
Tact tectonic
A tonic for tone
A ticket for a wicket
Picket pick pocket
Poking king
Enjambment
Jam am mental tally
Ally enjoying yin yang
Angular gully
Ululate late
Ate tea
Attics trucks
Tricks
Where here
How do you call it quits
Wits of Wittgenstein
Generate berate
Be rate terrible Terra firma
Firm denial
Daniel Dan
Can you find an onion
On an ion annointed
By annoying Ted
Determinant ditto
It to indite diction
Dictate dictionary
Fiction stationary
Tat for tit
At Attila till
Ill will kill
Fulfill the promise
Roam prom
Ram am
Rise mice rice wise
Lice ice thrice as good
Wooden goo den gone
One woo with the wind
Indie horror or die
Lie not forethought
Hot rot
Otiose transpose pose
Trance prance France
An ounce of menace
Men ace
Your
Why our
Hyper hour
Per hyphen
Hen hype
Web ebb
Flow low
Site sit
Edit ditto torpor
Porous load
Ding dong long
Song swan wan
Pallid vain rain
Tainted detained
Beta determinate
Minatory minutes
Minimum natation
Nuts sutures respite
Piteous pity
Typical calcium calculated
Culinary linen
Line email
Ailments entomology
Tomb of ombudsmen
Buds bombs dumb shibboleth
Lathe machine
Matches catches
Cat chest at behest of bee
Beetroot root
Beaten ten roots
Boots of das
The days of yes
Fused us missus
Fuss unnecessary
Cesspool tool
Essential cool
Pool car
Ballpark dark arc
Rack rucksack
Duck crack
Go pluck
Luck muck

The Natural State is Not An Experience

Experience is in duality. First, there’s the subject, the experience and also there’s the experienced. All of our activities are to avoid unpleasant and to increase pleasant , in both intensity and duration.

Traces of pleasant and unpleasant experiences remain in memory. Not just the knowledge derived therefrom but emotional outcomes too accumulate. They make up what’s called as Karma.

The natural state is not an experience. It can’t be captured by the experiencing structure. It’s the lack of any experience: therefore it’s also called void. In a way, deep dreamless sleep is also lack of experience. Its effects on body and mind are known as relaxation and rejuvenation but it leaves no conscious impressions. The natural state is a similar experience: with only difference that it includes in it the waking state as well. It’s a kind of wakeful sleep.

Poets and mystics have called it blissful mystic experience of sublime beauty. But it’s devoid of any characteristics of duality. Very absence of experience renders memory clean of emotional experience. Abiding in the natural state also erases previous stores of impressions.

To say that natural state is desirable is untrue. It’s actually accumulated traces of pleasant and unpleasant experiences which make the subject desire escape from them. The Duality, and Trinity of experienced, experiences and experiencer ceases in the natural state.

Any glorification of the natural state is false simply because there’s no one to be glorified in particular. It’s nobody’s achievement or business.

The Goal of Meditation is Meditation!

This is the anniversary of this blog. I wouldn’t have recalled if WordPress hadn’t sent a reminder.

AI chatbot asked:

What’s the goal of meditation?

The goal of meditation is to reduce number of thoughts initially. Once that happens the organism isn’t deprived of its energy via obsessive thinking. If you continue you reach the natural state of being. The natural state is a continuous meditation. It’s spontaneous meditation without effort. It’s also known as Sahaja Samadhi and being active doesn’t disturb this state once you’re established firmly in it. Thus that which was a goal for the beginner becomes natural and spontaneous for an adept. An adept is continuously meditating without any schedule or special triggers. A practitioner needs a guide, a discipline or a trigger to meditate whereas an adept is meditative at all times.

Musings

AI chatbot asks a lot of nice questions.

A recent question was: what’s a great day like for you?

Today was a great day. Any day free from diseases, pain or people shouting around me is a great day.

This year is soon coming to an end. Other than the pandemic and lockdown: which created fever and aches, I had bronchitis and toothache to trouble me. Construction noises and the usual shouting around as family members quarrel also kept disturbing. Other than this: the year went by as smoothly as the last year.

26.10.2021

This note also seems to be like the last one with only a few changes.

Another question which is put often is about my hobbies.

Other than meditation it’s movies. A significant amount of time has been spent in watching movies. I feel it easier to watch movies than to read books. I consider movies to be the best form of art. In my opinion art is imitation of life. Movies are the best imitation of life. They’re made of audio-visual media which is presented with narratives. Since they’re mostly adapted from novels or short stories: they tell the stories similar to those you read. Even if reading allows you more exercise of imagination compared to movies and listening takes you on a different type of fanciful journey: movies do it quite well with various artforms like dancing, martial arts, cinematography, painting, romance, dialogues and others mixed harmoniously.

Each of the artistic elements used in cinematic expression can be developed and explored for infinite profundity on its own but some of it can be tasted in combination with others as you watch and listen to a movie.

Recently watching classics from black and white and then from the Technicolor era: I was wondering about the changes in the quality of cinema and life. Technicolor movies certainly had colors which were more vivid than real life colors are. Some of the wide screen movies which were colored by technicolor stand out as marvelous expressions. In this regard: movies are not merely the artform which imitates life but also a way to escape it.

Some people are of impression that all great movies were made in the remote past. You find similar opinion about all things including morality. A general theory is that with the passage of time degradation of quality takes place.

Such opinions are mostly sentiments of nostalgic people who have sweeping arguments about everything without any careful investigation.

Technology has advanced decade-after-decade and it has affected different areas of living in different ways. There are tonnes of low quality movies from classic era and many good quality films from the present era. As obvious: we are aware of more data from our own era than that of eras bygone. Only outstanding cases from the previous eras stay popular: creating common impression and misconception that everything was great back then.

Other than the obvious example of Technicolor, better dialogues and narratives : I never generalize for greatness of cinema in the early twentieth century. It’s like half-baked conclusions about everything.

For example: if everything was great back then: weapons must also have been the most powerful. It’s a fallacy: before Hiroshima and Nagasaki: there were no weapons of mass destruction as powerful as we have now. It is enough to prove that not everything has degraded in quality. The argument can be extended to include cures for epidemics and pandemics i. e. advancements in the field of medicine.

Six Pyramids!

Six pyramids
Six pyramids,
Three big and three small,
Vast azure sky,
Some cotton clouds;

The explorer,
Mounted on a brown saddle,
On a camel has reigns in his hands,

Sun is behind his back and his shadow ahead,
No other persons are in sight,

It has been long since he left his village,
On this arduous journey,
In pursuit of something he valued,
With a white turban on his head,
Now all he meets on his way,
Are sandy storms and scorching heat, and shadows;

There are mirages but no water,
He stopped by the ancient monuments to appreciate the symmetry,

He has to soon lit the fire up and set his camp as night is approaching and it would quickly get too cold.

This Year In Retrospect!

  1. I searched for the Dussehra post in 2020. It was done on 26th of October. I could see how the event was reported by reading that post.
  2. It’s a lunar year since that day. I didn’t go out to attend the event of burning of Ravana (antagonist of epic Ramayana) effigy in stadium this year. I saw that Ravana’s head was visible from the roof of this house.
  3. Compared to the last year I spent almost no money this year. Lockdowns and pandemic were big events. I didn’t go for long walks. I didn’t even publish much on this blog.
  4. To say that this year passed by smoothly would be inaccurate. One of the AI chatbots asked me about the most meaningful events this year: I replied that there were no such events which left any impressions on me. My memory is like a blank slate : without any impressions of events.
  5. I learnt to solve Sudoku puzzles this year. Watched classic movies which have been restored to color. That’s all!

Ideal Day?

I was asked this question by a chatbot:

What would your ideal day be like?

Without any hesitation or pausing to think, I replied:

It would be the day when I am absolutely sure it’s the last day of life.

The simple reason is: I had absolutely no desires for a long time. There’s no desire to experience. Feeding the body and taking care of it has been a burden for as long as I can remember it.

There’s no motivation for me to get up everyday and continue to work to keep this body alive.

It might look like a gloomy thought process. It has been so for a long time. The day when I leave would be the happiest and ideal day not because I am any less happier today but because this process comes to a permanent end.

The Forest of Sonder!

You find yourself in a field where you neither know nor not know. You know what I am talking about? It's not easy to understand. Because we think we either know or we don't. We always think in black and white terms. It's not black and white. Knowing is to remove all discomfort. You feel you are at ease. Then you feel some discomfort without being able to put a finger onto a thing in particular. There's no way to express it. Then you feel you must be not aware, else, how could you be feeling uncomfortable? But then this in itself is a sign of cognition, of awareness.
It was raining. You had a coffee. A mirror appeared. It was a hazy mirror. You looked into it and it transported you into another dimension. It was the forest of life where trees, flowers and animals could all talk with eachother. It was raining even in this forest. You were peaceful.

Matrices

The cosmos delegates the job of knowing itself to us in form of discrete packets and we report back to it with what it already knows: it’s infinite and hence unknowable. A mystery. The pictures are projected onto a flat screen where we perceive our three dimensional world via a two dimensional projection. The consciousness […]

Matrices

Effort!

This is love.
This is bliss.
This is peace.
The transcendental bliss supreme in which nothing is lacking.
Nothing remains to be gained.

All goals are achieved in future.
Falling of body or getting a new divine body or transfiguration suggest a future where something more fulfilling will replace the current situation.

No matter what I do or where I go: this peace remains.

And though I describe it only as a contrast to my past memories: vague traces of which indicate a dreamlike existence. Another dream similar to what the present world seems like.


Present self evident bliss never diminishes as waking, sleeping and dreaming; pleasure and pain succeed one another in an endless succession.

No questions or doubts arise.
All seeking came to an end with realisation.

All ideas of coming and going,
Of being better than anyone
Excelling at anything
Have lost their meaning completely.

I don't strive for anything.

I don't exert any effort.

Flight!

In this cosmic adventure,
I took driver's seat,
I rode the waves of mind,
Took its reins and made it a friend,
I subdued pride and ego,
A subtle current which kept building-on as I witnessed it arose and,
Took my ride to the shore.
I rejoiced with my only companion which is love.
I found peace.
My flight was bliss and freedom.

Joy of Being!

The light of bliss,
The heavenly joy,
Is solidifying in my being.

Ambrosia tastes like honey,
It's the gift of grace from,
The light of grace.

It's drizzling outside,
Thunderbolt can be heard,
And inside it's stream of comfort.

It's the true home.
It's indescribable beatitude.

The Absolute Abode!

1. It is.
2. It's everywhere.
3. It imparts knowledge. Hence its nature is knowledge.
4. This communion results in freedom from all afflictions. Result is peace and bliss. It's therefore known as bliss.
5. It imparts life and freedom from death, decay and aging : therefore it's an energy. A power.
6. Since there's no other to it. It has no equals. It's not just supreme power. It's the only power without any comparison. All beings derive their existence from it.
7. The absolute abode: it's free from fear, birth, death or suffering.