Read the note I had scribbled before the class. Edited it a bit. Students arrived slightly later than usual, one after another. The elder arrived first. He wasn’t sure if the younger was coming behind him. I asked him if he went to school, to which he gave an affirmative reply. There were no studies during the day. Nothing was taught. They sat whole day. All of the students from all of the sections in a single classroom. Not more than fifty to sixty students. It wasn’t the full strength. I think it might be about ten percent of attendance in most of the sections due to extremely cold weather for the region (10-12 degree centigrades).
He showed me a leaflet as I was reading a chapter from their Science textbook to them. It was a colorful print out of the time table for their yearly examination. It contained a schedule for the ninth class examination on one side and eleventh class examination on the other.
After I described them the schedule for their final examinations: he wanted me to read the back side schedule as well. Though I told him that it didn’t concern them as it was for higher classes, he insisted that I read that out to him. He was curious. I told him that their exams were going to begin on fifth of March whereas the exams for standard eleventh were going to start from twenty fifth of February. As he requested I even read out the note in the fine print at the bottom of the leaflet which said: “Verify the schedule with the notice board in your school.” I explained them what it meant.
When I told him that there wasn’t much time after this month as February is a shorter month he was surprised. I told him that it was his second attempt. He told me that his classmates are sure that he would pass. They even said that he did not need to study. I advised him to continue to study as much as possible. I think they would attend only a few classes now. Not more than thirty I guess.
When I compare the printed time table with that of our times: I have slight trouble recalling if there used to be a printed time table at all. And if there was, it was not this fine.
I asked them what they wanted to study. The elder brother hadn’t brought the maths textbook saying that it is in younger’s bag. Younger didn’t bring his bag or homework and showed insouciance when I asked about it. I wonder if nonchalance would have been a better word in the last sentence.
They take some time to decide which chapter to study from their Science textbook. I started reading from the eleventh chapter which is on sound waves.
I read it and take certain pauses to describe it to them. Tuning fork is used to study resonance. I doubt they have seen it in a lab. I hadn’t seen it either. There’s a brief introduction of Rudolf Hertz whose contribution to study of frequency was honoured by naming the unit for frequency with his surname. It’s represented with Hz. Frequency, Wavelength and Amplitude are defined with wave diagrams. Regions with higher and lower pressure waves in the sound transmission. Noise and music are considered as waveforms. Music is generally low amplitude waves. Noise is high amplitude waves. Most of the cultural festivals and processions convert music into noise with an aim to send their message to as many as possible. Then there are follow up questions on these. Can there be noise disguised as music? Yes. It might have been a mystery a few centuries ago. In the digital age almost everyone is familiar with it.
Mother brought a cup of tea after class as I was relaxing after having put the chair back to its designated spot. She had forgotten tray. I told her it was alright. I asked her to tell me when the gas cylinder needed to be changed. After a while grandmother called me out and I changed the cylinder by removing regulator from the old one and placing it into the new one. Another task completed. The symbol for the Resonance chosen by the institute where I was preparing for the competitive exams after school was similar to the Mandarin character for person. It’s eight. Or is it person?
Why do they look so similar? I looked up online:
Minimalism: These are some of the oldest characters in the Chinese language. Because they represent very fundamental concepts, they were designed with the fewest strokes possible (2 strokes).
Evolution: * Person (人): Originally a profile view of a person bowing or walking.
Eight (八): Originally meant “to separate” or “divide.” Since eight is a number that can be divided perfectly multiple times (8 \rightarrow 4 \rightarrow 2), this symbol was borrowed to represent the number.
Helpful Tip for Writing
If you are using a brush or a pen, the Person (人) character always starts with the left stroke, and the right stroke “leans” on it. For Eight (八), you intentionally leave a gap at the roof to show that the two sides are “divided.”
In the context of the Mandarin characters we just discussed, the character that most poetically represents the concept of Resonance is Eight (八).
While neither character literally means resonance, Eight (八) is the best fit for two scientific and symbolic reasons:
1. The Concept of “Dividing” and Sound Waves
The original meaning of 八 (bā) is “to divide” or “to separate.” In physics, resonance occurs when a vibration is transferred from one object to another through a medium.
Think of a tuning fork: its two prongs (the two strokes of 八) must be separated and symmetrical to vibrate at a specific frequency.
If the prongs were touching (like in the character 人), the friction would dampen the vibration immediately, and you would get no resonance at all.
2. The Visual Symmetry
Resonance is a phenomenon of harmony and symmetry. The character 八 is perfectly balanced and open.
In a Resonance Tube experiment (like the one we discussed using a swaritra), the sound waves reflect back and forth.
If you look at the shape of a standing wave (the pattern created during resonance), it often looks like a series of loops that mirror the open, flared shape of the character 八.
If we look at the actual Chinese word for Resonance:
The Chinese word for resonance is 共鳴 (gòngmíng).
共 (gòng): Means “together” or “common.”
鳴 (míng): Means “the cry of a bird” or “to make a sound.”
So, resonance literally translates to “sounding together.” If you had to pick between the two simple characters, 人 (Person) represents the source (the observer or the striker), but 八 (Eight) represents the physics of the instrument (the open prongs of the tuning fork).
Resonance and Sonorous Son!
1. I had a very subtle inkling of what was happening when I used to go to see ranking boards. It was a rare thing to get qualified for Resonance coaching institute in Kota, Rajasthan. The first systematic sacrifice, the first awakening, the first realization, the very first systematic invention of rhythmic breathing, reading Osho because the usual acharya wasn’t available. It looks like it was many centuries ago. The whole gamut included: Raj Bapna. Dr. Win Wenger. Richard Bandler. Uncle who sold his blood to complete his college (words borrowed from old sibling) . Bansal. The Great American dream. Astrologers in my neighborhood and family. Uncles who bet on me. Etcetera. One Usha Shukla’s husband had daring to think that my losing weight was result of being in a bad company. Another good jolt was given by one mister Khare who is still not worth being talked about. Another friend who was cunning, calculative and had his father in bank : he was a miser and kept his appetite in check so that later he might buy some toys for his kids to be and show them off on Facebook. I heard from him only once or twice until he had things to show off. The nightmare I had: the Vaitaal being played by Umang’s grandfather who had to become a great black hole later on. And my being unable to realize that my goblin father was eaten up way too earlier than I thought. I was an alien there and an alien here. An alien everywhere. Never enough smart, never enough wealthy, always in want. R3—R4—R5—R6—R7. What was happening? Bench to stool to tasting death. Why did that guy tell: ” I saw a dream that you died!” I later reflected on the event with the Hawaldar Murlidhar: I had indeed died. Perhaps he didn’t know it then. Maybe he did. It served as a great pointer to note that a new life began. I was creating rains without knowing it. And ironically: later I thought I needed to help people who had no rains or lack of them. How long it takes to grasp mystical from the viewpoint of human beings who reincarnate. It might be an hour or a minute for higher beings or nothing at all : from a standpoint where time doesn’t exist. Instead of reading “how to stop worrying and start living;” I should have been reading “The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying”: if its purest version existed which had no emblems from Robert Thurman. That would have been more useful than Osho : his half baked versions of Buddhism. That would have been better than Rao sir’s repeated exhortation about IQ. If I didn’t have the intelligence quotient to get coached: I shouldn’t have been admitted. But they had a big business to run which was started by Nehru and English people. I was not given admission into the fourth class in the school because I only knew twenty something words because that was the range of vocabulary my household or orphanage had: Foster kids home : where they are beaten and systematically raped for trinkets. Until they develop the Stockholm syndrome. They haven’t known any better. Resonance: means living together of people in harmony.
2. It’s a light show here. I bowled 101 times. A few guys joined to practice and field. It was fun though I wondered if I needed to move over to another place. It’s as much of running as I would have done after many months. Old hard work comes like gift or wisdom recollection to help me. It was something similar then: a few jokes by school mates who couldn’t really develop as good a bowling action or speed as I did. For many years. But I forgot everything else in pursuit of superiority. The reason: genuine venom in their jokes. That I didn’t have a round arm action; that I was a chucker: in turn I poured the same venom in my blog article ” a generation of chuckers”: standard actions and what is considered good is set by civilization and zeitgeist and we hurry up to follow through. Until we get tired and retire to see others do that.
3. Son means ‘sound’ as a root form. If extrapolation was right: all goldsmiths should have sound health. No male pattern baldness or aging. The essence is created by the word. The greatest son of father means there is only one son who is the holy Spirit or Logos. He’s the Archon or One of the seven archons. Yesterday I read about Saturn eating up all its male children and Jupiter being saved by Juno in the Greek myth. Add ouroboros or draconid axis to that: the serpent forms a circle and only those who move out of the circle are spared their life. I really don’t want any children to read this as it’s going to give them nightmares but perhaps Jai knows more than this already. My father’s aunt who was one of many tenants used to tell these stories. In some ways: she was more kind than the actual investors. Or it seems from a distance. Like those teachers who created some fond memories: some moments where I felt that I was special or deserving: not realizing the gravity of things to follow: perhaps nobody does that.
4. A written record by Vallalar in the year 2020 was better than a promise made by the teacher who initiated me in 2014. It might be that both were false promises : but the adept status was not claimed by anyone else in such a way after him. And if there is Truth in anything : his must be the final or best to be on the public record without having been suppressed. Lack of popularity can easily be understood by the argument given in favor of beings like Buddha and Gandhi: that they were emanation bodies of a Truth body which had already attained perfection in some other dimensions. Icons for “lokasangraha.” That stands true for all celebrities and if I see bazillion people ahead of me in queue to attain perfect liberation: the tall claims of Vallalar fall flat. It can’t be time or gaining merits via charity. It’s the conclusion I reached via gnosis in 2007. I found that making lists was like using needle in place of sword. It was a puzzle posed by the person who took me to get initiated by the Surati Sabd Yoga master. I couldn’t fathom the mandala scheme for many years until the parallel universes and time travel was understood clearly. I can say: I have a firm unshakable understanding of those two with actual memories of having travelled in time as well as memories being overwritten multiple times. But: I still don’t have a machine which would immediately take me to an old age or a future one. There are barriers which need immense reservoirs of energy to be done away with completely. There are factions: countless: trying to do the same thing. The great time still remains a challenge. Completely timeless beings haven’t met me as friends. People who have no pride for being immortal, young, immune to decay, aging or death(fear). I am waiting. To see beings with countless heads and hands. Giant snakes. Etcetera.
Dancing light of grace 