Dancing light of grace

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1. I watched a few videos.

2. I had a bath and food was delicious.

3. An old student is back. He paid the dues. He’s the finest among those being tutored at present. He wanted us to also cover GK whereas I insisted on sticking to Grammar and Vocabulary. My experience this year has been to continue focussing on a domain which lasts after the apocalypses. You need food before going to sleep as well as after waking up, in one form or another.

4. Despite an year of hard work the scenario as well as lack of portfolio hasn’t let me get enough number of students to teach to support my living on my own. Debt is a dirty business. Cyclic interest on fundamentally free resources means no one is ever truly free from it. Only people who appear free are either newborns or those who have mastered the art of pretension. Those who have long been at the poisonous game of winning either by hook or by crook. The wee bit of solace that I found after forgetting my past is constantly threatened by my lack of sound financial disposition. Six years ago my PAN card was dropped. I tried this time around and the agent lied through his teeth. The result: I am going to get back the two fifty rupees which might feed me couple of days. Similar incident happened in the year 2018 because the library in the town hall was a monopoly of assistant of librarian and it had too strict laws. It was difficult to get the caution money back and it was difficult to get sustenance for a few days.

5. I met greatest number of people who had some connections to my remote past, in the last few months. It’s after the year 2014 AD. I gained great amount of experience. The concrete proof about variation in heights of people is something I have carried between lifetimes with experiments. Now I look at human resources as “Aatma Pariyojna.” It means everyone working in this office is well versed with fundamentals of The Tibetan Book of the Dead by Padmasambhava and Garuna Purana. Those are the minimum requirements. Shukadev Paramhamsa clearly reveals to King Pareekshita: “you are yourself death of all deaths. What we call death is mere falling away of shape. In the continuum of life, body discards the forms like clothes. The limit of revelation in Hinduism( Geeta and Bhagvata): the simile is suggestive of a Lord or group of Lords. Instead of telling that you carry your entire environment with you : the words merely attach you to ectomorphic image and it gets you into egoic grip of death and convulsions which are akin to high fever, shock of 880 volts or being chased by countless hounds and goons. Buddhism is important in revealing this. And yet: if you don’t know basics you would try to control the dream with same tools : creating realms which are frought with danger. Though Vaasudev Krishna says in Uddhava Geeta: Vidya and Avidya are both founded upon my illusory potency Matrix : and as per another dictum: those who indulge into dark practices fall into pits but into greater pits fall those who practice bright Vidya. The momentum might be positive or negative: it creates veils. You might be in gold or iron chains : it’s still a dream. Dream model: when you’re no longer dreaming. Journey, School, War, Game. Game includes resurrection and healing. School teaches you everything. To learn you need to work . Work might look like comfort or struggle depending upon the requirements.

6. I might have been a slave for uncountable number of years if sanmaargam or true path towards total liberation is a lie. All prophets, devotees and liberated beings never existed in that case.

7. My database has been updated. My bucket list: seeing exact clones. Interacting with me without environmental interruptions. Seeing gods and goddesses with four or more hands and legs. Earning enough merits for a totally sound proof room where I may dwell indefinitely. Time travel at will at all times and being able to record data. Complete freedom from hunger, thirst, fear or shame.

8. What was it: a void.

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1. I was thinking about the dirty sci fi Buddha today and he liked my post. The context was: not so long ago: I wrote that he does little more than promoting his book and creating random jabs at others. Not long afterwards: I was doing just that: promoting United Nations World Food Programme with every post. And reason was obvious: I was given a 880 volts shock which forbid me from going to excursions on my own. You may say : I again died multiple deaths. Like those days on Facebook when I claimed about it: only to later regret it because my very speaking was creating a parallel reality for me. It’s the music which lets me write. It’s the only protection and mind isolation I have ever known. I could not receive a noise proof room for experiments. For sleeping or rest: it’s the place where either careless dogs keep barking or goblins hungry for your life force keep feeding you with negative energy. If there was any God known as Word or Logos: I served it for enough long. I heard it for enough long to get the boon of immortality as well as noise proof space where I can stay indefinitely without having to hear any echoes or voices at all. Thus I concluded: neither during my work in Bangalore or Chennai, nor before that in any other place nor here did I receive any such facility of perfect silence. I saw graceful magicians who were either walking or playing Cricket or farming but to have a noise proof laboratory you need to buy it. There is only this music and it is temporary. It costs electricity and food. My secret plans for the world domination remain just that: secret plans.

2. Euthanasia: I was an advocate for euthanasia. I had heard about it being a reality in Netherlands and other European countries. In my journeys : I realized that I am constantly switching between dimensions. The Hindu scriptures like Bhagvata Purana and Garuna Purana do talk about such interdimensional travels. It took about 90 days of walking to Brijpura and chanting om namah shivaay to realize the gravity of those scriptures. If Vallalar the prophet had an affinity for creating verses to praise the dancing light of grace: who was the key inspiration when first started writing this blog: I might have developed another for walking long distances: because Guru Nanak Dev did so. Gandhi did so. Sir Donald Bradman did so. Walking gives you time to think and consolidated your ideas but it needs fresh air. I had no badges. And there is no comparison. Sir Donald Bradman was born in Australia with a stellium of four planets in the constellation of the south node of Moon. He was a journalist and a recluse and being a knight he had plenty of space to walk. Australia is still very spaceous territory.

3. The point is: euthanasia is no more an issue for me. I know that I was sacrificed countless number of times. I was sold countless number of times. I was released countless times. Destroyed and remade countless number of times. We are talking about time. Rather: I would try to accumulate merits or thavam as Vallalar said. But then : I could play Cricket as a child until I reached the class ninth. In class ninth : I thought I needed to study: for I was to stay meritorious. Two decades later as per Christian era: I was looking for an opportunity to play Cricket. You need bat, bowl, kit, friends and permission from government authorities to continue playing. And that’s minimalist approach. You need to understand that he might have been talking about a number of things other than curves when he wrote ‘play the ball.’ His deeds did indicate that his Alchemy was intended to create civilization. Mohanjodaro means ‘ tomb of deads’ : Kabir the Weaver said the same.

4. If it was not for music: I would hardly have survived moaning old lady nearby : who probably has an Egyptian spirit in her and supari killers who are possessed by Shakti. I was pressurized into leaving the house. The methods employed were not too many. Could be counted on fingers if you take into account the ‘good cop bad cop’ or ‘male female’ approach into account. Imaginary relatives. Imaginary friends. Imaginary problems. Imaginary solutions. If I was a perfect renunciate: I would have given my life for others: countless number of times. What did it mean? It meant assuaging the imaginary hunger or thirst. Working to continue the game.

5. Now: the vadaa paav seller is not installed near Mashaal Chauraha. It’s installed near stadium. Stadium hours are 6 hours per day: under strict police surveillance. Only about 225 people join in morning dance, play, cricket, chat. Almost same number in evening. The head of the Utkarsh publishing had a kid studying in MMHS when I was a student too. He was a tall guy who changed his identity. I saw him fighting some kind of wrestling last time. It was two years ago. Vishnu was an ancient don who has shifted near my mathmatics teacher’s house who was stupefied at log(m.n)=logm + logn or log(m.n)=log(m+n). The Mohit guy who objected at this had more courage than me because his father worked in bank. My best picture on Facebook was questioned by him because besides doing forced exhalation I was also getting weekly messages. Little did I know that I was booked long before I knew by Thukral group. Swati versus Saafi affair resolved it but resolutions are dependent on convictions. I can tell you this much : log means wood. I am using electricity, paper and milk for selflessly promoting the charitable events which also promote, hockey, football, volleyball, table tennis, and other ball games. What about shuttle cocks? They used to call it ‘chidiya’ or ‘bird’. It was not just uneducated or educated lot. It was all of them. All the times.

6. Supernatural series had the most extraordinary depiction of heaven, hell, purgatory and in betweens. It was visual and useful. I barely had a room to myself for sleeping in the last six years after I fought hard to drive the old preying ancient Egyptian spirit to leave me alone. The timings of cafe are still same. Kitchen is not open for all night. It’s a household : with strange rules. Two of them never sleep during night. Rest of them don’t let you sleep during the day. All moral education was for me: don’t eat tobacco, don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t eat clove, don’t drink, don’t eat nonveg. What about the goblins who were around me all those lives? They had all the toxins at their disposal. And if I can’t walk ten or twenty rounds inside a stadium without earphones: because I am attacked by multiple agencies at every step: it’s obvious that I won’t survive among 130 crores of people of India. Add China, Japan and other countries to that. When was the original sin released? I do recall. The last time I criticized kabbalists and weakness of compassion after being broken: I had to later delete all that I had said. I might be more honest this time around. But it’s not more than a pastime. It’s not going to create a movement or change. These people said I would get a PAN card and took 250 rupees: I became musaddi laal of office office but couldn’t get it from a private company. Annexure letter? I had given you all the details before submitting the form. You should have specified it. Then: bank account. The greedy bastards snatched it away after torturing me enough to pressurize me into buying a degree from completely fake University.

7. What kind of prostitutes these people are is none of my business. The moment I contemplated about the helplessness of handicapped siblings and women : they dragged me two feet down under. Same with neighbors. Comfort today meant pain tomorrow. No pain no gain. Peace.

8. The Khajuraho movie Maker belongs to Gujjara or Paal clans. Same people who had trouble when I used to stop for an hour on the tea stall in Brijpura to create a note or two. He was talkative. We had a conversation. He went to buy some blades that day. He moved right at Chitransh Kirana and I moved left. That was the period immediately after I was beaten by the black commando. It was April 11th. Did I need a mask then? No. Do I need a mask now? No. Am I healthy? Perfectly fine. Is Corona as blind a religion as Hinduism, Buddhism, Christianity, Shamanism, Kabbalah, Jainism, Islam or Alchemy? Yes. If everything is an advertisement. Corona is an appointment too. And negative energy is as good as the positive energy. Was the Bhojpur temple built overnight? Yes. For the king’s night was very long. Many people were sacrificed. Many times over. Perhaps I was one of them. I clearly understand why railroads, bridges, libraries, Wells, houses and like are haunted. Every one of them was built by desire.