just another day # 1

the magic of human mind … the beauty of its creations at its best….

a simple cut / copy / paste function in a not so simple laptop

how quickly the text just disappears and re appears gracefully , almost mystically in another space…. like the sun playing hide and seek on a rainy day …… the words go invisible and then re appear , every time leaving this amused feeling behind…..

how beautiful is the transition ….. it almost went ” Slow-mo” right here in front of my eyes …. like…. time just rolled a little too slow…. only to reveal me this originality ………… the beauty of the mundane..


encounters with the mystic man

| “Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after “.I tends into reflections of a mental imagery that reveals itself to me every now and then; maybe its trance or maybe it exists in real life. This is an image of an old being, which has a lot of unnatural things about his self and his disposition. I can see him standing right in front of my eyes. He looks enigmatic and mysterious; raising my suspicion but wanting me to know him better , at the same time.

He has an unusual way of adorning his head; he chooses the rainbow plumage from bird’s exotic, clearly distinguishing himself from the commonality of his people. Silvery grey strands of hair, which declare his age, fall down from his whittled shoulders and rest on his bosoms’. His forehead is big and wide, a trait of a man of great wisdom.

His eyes are dark, small and evenly spaced apart, sitting below trim eyebrows. They maybe old but they have no hint of the blue that old age brings along; they have lived a past, experienced the present and they have a vision of the future.

He has a wrinkled face with his cheeks sucked in; kissed by the sun, his skin withered and aged; its color having become a dark bronze glaze. His nose is pointed and adorned with a peculiar silver ring; it looks much like a serpent biting its own tail. It is strange for a man to adorn his nose for that is an attribute of a woman’s embellishments. He has lips that have grown thin with age , but they always remain in set smile ; pretty much a Mona – Lisa smile , leaving me with a feeling that he’s known me for a while.

He has neither a slender long neck nor a thick one, but a neck which is a balance between the two and behind the colorful beads that he wears on this neck, there remains imprinted an occult sign on the right side. A tattoo I will call it, a wolf and a crow on opposite sides; just like two faces to the same coin. The crow is the keeper of knowledge and the wolf symbolizes a medicine man.

To decorate his chest he chooses to wear the skulls of different animals. He looks formidable, sometimes making me feel he’s either a Satan worshipper or a harbinger of death.

He carries a medicine bag with a leather thong, on which are threaded two pieces of a common herb and some other leaves; some induce trance, other’s simply cure. It also contains some feathers and stones that are spiritually significant. Somewhere inside this bag , hidden beneath his strange treasures lies a big white conch ; its end crested with purest of silver and embellished with a sacred mantra. They say “ the sounds that emanate from his shell connect with the beings from another realm

He’s eccentric, for he’s gifted – a seer, a fortune teller. He connects with the spirit world and is a dream catcher. He is a medicine man and a healer; he is a shaman.

There’s certainly something he knows about me for he has chosen to visit me either in my dreams or in my waking life. He maybe just an illustration of and imaginative mind but he always leaves me in the shackles of his enigma.

And as this image begins to fade away, I his hear his voice distant but clear , he blesses me and promises me all the wisdom that I have ever looked for and with that he slowly slipped away ; leaving behind the memories of my magical encounters with a mystic man.

i feel this right now !!! this is the moment , wrapped in it is a liftime

and now i escape into the magical world, i waited too long for the moment ….and i have finally come to the gates…. its amusing ….its an enigma…. im here , i am open to this metamorphose …..this moment is eternal ….. its sacred….. it was a calling , i struggled too long to reach it , now i am here ,finally i am home …… in silence i found my voice , in silence i discovered my path , in silence i discovered my true being…

i belong here and i am welcomed with love
this moment is eternal …. i live in it from here and now


Contemplation of death

I am not a crapehanger but I don’t hesitate pondering upon death. I have always wondered if it really means the end of everything or is just the beginning.

So maybe it is the end of a waking consciousness; the decay of a physical self and the beginning of an endless journey for a soul.

You might think I have lost it or probably I am some occult practitioner who worships Satan and talks of evil but let me tell you I am none of these but the very fact that death is so mysterious makes it a muse, not just mine but of many others too.

Somebody once said that Death is just a phenomenon and the one who is about to die knows his end is near. So is it possible that probably each one of us would know exactly when, where and how we would die? I mean does death really give us signs; does it give us a caveat emptor that in most cases hence goes ignored.

What happens to the soul when one is dead? Does it leave the earthly physical realm and enter into the void? Or does the soul embark on its journey to an altogether different world? But like they say that there are only a few souls that are freed from the cycle of life and death, then what happens to others? Where do they go and what do they do apart from haunting the living?

They say that for sometime after a person’s death, they can still hear and see the world as it is but they cannot communicate with it. So probably if you ever end up dying an unfortunate death, you can actually spy on that unfaithful mate of yours and spook the soul out of them too , if at all you can do that ( the other theory says souls can).

If death really means the final liberation then how long does the soul wait for that?

I think to me its more like astral travel to some other realm until your soul chooses to return for a purpose unresolved and if this is possible then what is this other world like and where does it exist? do they even need this refuge?

The maker’s of movie “final destination” came with this thought that death always gives you signs. I know it’s grim and probably to some it even sounds ridiculous but think about those times we all have faced; we exactly knew something terrible is going to happen, like we have this gut feeling of high discomfort about a road trip or a u-turn you just took. Is it your intuition that’s guiding you or is it some supernatural being (like god or angels or yeah the Vatican’s favourite “devil”) warning you “hey you better watch out, there’s something waiting for you ahead?

Does our inner self really know everything and if it does then why is not everybody able to dig into this info-bank and retrieve answers to all questions? Or why at the first hand when we have access to all information, we end up screwing ourselves so badly that some of us even die? Why is this process to spiritual enlightenment so tough if the powers are equally given to all?

What about those people who knew they would meet with an accident; they knew all possible bits of information, they might have had visions and other spooky stuff and yet they ignore the message. How then we still cannot avoid death?

So is it all bad luck? But like the metaphysics theories when we can control our destiny then why can’t death be tamed too?

Across the world there are people who have had near death experiences, who have seen this strange light and done astral travel and came back. There are proofs of these people living and sharing their experiences. There are also people who have told of seeing death, they knew their time has come; they claim of different supernatural events that happened with them like “Seeing the Grim Reaper “ ehh sound’s scary but they have shared such incidents with the loved ones who apparently couldn’t feel same because it wasn’t yet their time. So then does death unveils itself only to those whose time is nearing? Or it’s omnipresent and maybe it’s right there standing in the form of a tree which is about to fall and you don’t realize it until you read the next day’s headlines saying “one person killed because of a thunderstorm last night, body found crushed beneath a tree”.

I have met people who have described to me exactly how they might die, it’s like they have chosen for themselves out of a menu card; so sure as if their life plan was already disclosed to them or like they designed it themselves. I have experienced a lot many times the- “I knew it will happen” feeling and therefore I cannot possibly challenge these claims by people who say they knew how and when they would die.

Well, I really don’t have an answer to many of the questions that I have asked and I don’t know if I will get them any sooner , however death will still continue to remain an enigma to humans and maybe there are freaks like me out there ( I’m sure that’ what you’re calling me by now ) who are also looking for answers and asking stupid weird questions and so hopefully someday we will know if not all then some of death’s secrets.

The social hyena

Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere, amongst a crowd of unfamiliar creatures; some big,some small; different shapes ,sizes and looks for all. Some beings most gentle, some ferocious; some harmless and insipid but terrifying when needed, however there are some who will be unscrupulous.

Trying to fit yourself in the big herd, moving along and understanding the different creations for all your life, you have for sure come across an ugly looking and scary creature; can you hear its creepy laughter, it definitely doesn’t give a good feeling. It looks like its straight out from hell, big teeth and funnily distorted shape.

Imagine its appearance, Do you like it? You haven’t seen it yet but the sound of its laughter is enough to give you chills. Such is the feeling / vibe which one feels in the presence of a social hyena.

This creature has a very special place in our society, you can usually find them on high levels; be it workplaces or elsewhere. And for some they will disguise as friends; watch out because they are the most vicious ones, hard to spot and even tougher to overcome. Not to forget they are plentiful and their numbers never would fall, such is the plight of human existence; we like creating trouble for us and all.

They are not a chimera in literal terms but they are very human like hyena; preying upon the easy to get to. They take advantage of the innocent mind; they use you, squeeze you and topple over you to reach the top. And we all have a few such hyenas in our lives. But in reality the hyena is a respectable animal, defamed of stealing another’s prey.

Okay now stop grinning to yourself imagining their face. The comparison of a malevolent person with the hyena acts like a pipeline that lets out our inborn frustration of being misused.

Social hyenas plagiarize, they steal. They take advantage of the position or profile. Yes they are oxymoron’s who will never accept this fact. Unlike the animal counterpart they hunt alone but the target can be a herd and not just someone. Like a demon from your nightmare, it prowls upon you; lurking in the dark waiting for right time. And like the unaware goat to be slaughtered, you silently await your end. Such is their power that you consider yourself powerless.

But where does this power come from? Are the meek its source or Does the naive allow its discrimination; or it is the hyena’s intimidation? How does one deal with this monster? Do you stand up against the unfair or you silently acquiesce; accepting it as fate.

Never forget my friend that only the lion can subdues the hyena. Wake up the lion within you, its slumbered for too long. Get up and take back everything that’s yours; including yourself respect.

It is fear that gives power to this scamp. Search for its root; maybe you have created it and if so then you also have the power to destroy it .

The hyena only looks invincible but remember the lion always overpowers it.