Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
When I saw Him, I fell at His feet like a dead man.
He laid his right hand on my shoulder, and said,
"Don't be afraid!
I am the First and the Last."
ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ
It was a late winter night when I was shot from the back.
Five gunshots I remember, the last one piercing the centre of my heart. I fell down like helpless ninepins, making a loud thud!
Strawberry Fields no longer seemed forever, nor could I play mind games anymore.
For once, Love no longer seemed the answer.
It was sad, Peace was never given a chance. Working class heroes stood smiling around me.
The realization of this ending was the most bitter experience I would've wanted to Imagine.
It was so sudden, unprecedented. I was in trouble, but nobody stood by me. Nobody told me there'd be days like these. Strange days indeed!
A child's rhyme stuck in my head, I wanted to write one last time. I wanted to sing my heart out, just one last time - for myself. Only more blood gushed out my mouth.
The last sigh!
I was never afraid of dying. Why should anyone be? Death is just the end of the road for 'this' body.
The identity you thought you had all this while was no less than an illusion.
I knew, the journey would continue in some other form, in some other land, against some other force, under the same benevolent sun.
The identity you thought you had all this while was no less than an illusion.
I knew, the journey would continue in some other form, in some other land, against some other force, under the same benevolent sun.
The dream was over, what could I say.
Mystical trips flashed back through my head which now felt like a spinning Frisbee.
I was taken inside . . .
"So what you are saying is that I would enter a different dimension or, at least, have such a feeling for 10-12 hours!
Wow, that's insane man!"
He was effortlessly making rings of smokes in the air as the artist playing in the background of the clam baked room sarcastically lamented at the vicious mentality of vain monkeys cutting the gift of mother Earth into two! Right in Two.
"Hmm, You have to do it to believe it, bro!"
Mystical trips flashed back through my head which now felt like a spinning Frisbee.
I was taken inside . . .
* * *
"So what you are saying is that I would enter a different dimension or, at least, have such a feeling for 10-12 hours!
Wow, that's insane man!"
He was effortlessly making rings of smokes in the air as the artist playing in the background of the clam baked room sarcastically lamented at the vicious mentality of vain monkeys cutting the gift of mother Earth into two! Right in Two.
"Hmm, You have to do it to believe it, bro!"
Lucy was a man of few words. Diamonds were easy to be a spot in the sky than words from his mouth.
Everything had to be felt or experienced first hand with him. You could not expect him to narrate a long story containing minute details of every aspect of his first trip to the other side. Obviously, he saw patterns and vivid colours. Who wouldn't? Our minds were designed to sense these beautiful patterns and signs. Our eyes had been taught to perceive otherwise. Sad.
"And what about the music this time?"
I heaved a long sigh pondering about the confusing and misled music we chose on each night to journey on! It wasn't promising enough to show us what we all wanted to see. We all could swear on the importance of music during such transitions. Music and music alone has the strength to lift you up, grip your balls hard till they squeeze and drop you from a great height onto the other side. Then there had to be a sudden intermission so you could regain your breath before heading on to the final lap to outrun your train of imagination and embrace the ever shining light emanating from your inner self by coming back home! Drawing us back in, showing where it all began!
The date was decided, so was the destination - at Lucy's.
* * *
I thought I will play along for sometime and told her that I too was a kind of Guru. But she took me seriously and started addressing me in forms like 'My Lord'. She started beseeching me to give her a 'spiritual awakening' and 'mystical healing'. This frightened me sufficiently to tell her that I was no Guru. She merely said:
"No Guru calls himself a Guru."
I smiled.
But calling oneself Guru and having a handful of followers merely is not enough. The answer is out here, you just needed to ask the right questions. An imbecile bunch of monkeys, chanting mantras and feeling euphoric to have unearthed the revelation. Some said, to feel nothing, was the answer, others believed and advocated experiencing the truth that is inside was the ultimate pleasure one's mind could feel.
I began exploring.
The era of Flower Power had begun. Peace had become the explanation for most of the unanswered mysteries. Love was the path to the peaceful exit to the other dimension. Infinite possibilities.
A man's search for hidden answers can take him to the remotest of places. He follows his heart, trusts his instincts, walks for hours, crosses jungles, rivers.
I too had miles to walk, before sleep.
"Its called Dark One!"
There was a wicked grin on his face, as he welcomed us to his fortress. Everything was in its right place. With posters carefully affixed on exact angles on one side of the wall made a perfect invitation to the watchful eyes learning to absorb the hidden message from each. Everything around introduced itself. The writings on the wall couldn't have seemed clearer.
"Perfect Setting, eh ?"
He interrupted our train of thoughts, as was evident from my curiously wide eyes. It was quite obvious that today was pre-planned with master intricacy, taking care of all possible scenarios that could occur during the psychic's journey to the other side. The setting played a major role in many ways. He had evidently, experienced, realized and eventually implemented the truth. The rest had to be done by the imbecile voyagers - young, watchful, self-taught trippers living in the yellow submarine willing to traverse across the universe, under the watchful vision of the blessed guru.
"Let's do it. . ."
I lit a cigarette making not so perfect smoke rings. I always longed for the perfect spiral shape, travelling a long distance to be later poked by the playful finger. I watched the watch and minded my mind not to mind my mind any longer, as I felt I was prepared for going downstream. I could hear distant cheers as my welcome to the forgotten home was foreseen! It was an escape to the unknown realms of reality - hidden and closely guarded by on signs and intricate patterns that no ordinary pair of eyes could possibly see. One needed that extra piece of the eye, he was born with - that had been concealed purposefully to entrap and misguide the lost soul to walk without a direction or purpose. I was ready to find mine.
Powerful vibrations grabbed my heart beat into an undiscovered rhythm as the first tunes were bestowed onto our psyche by the harmless looking spears modestly hidden underneath the wooden table.
I heaved a long sigh and closed my eyes. . .
There was a low pitched howl when I entered the void. I could sense sound waves and screams across my left and right brains. The building walls around me collapsed and melted into a perfect geometric hallucination. As men around me lamented and screamed at their loss, a sense of gratification embraced my attention.Chants of men residing in the holy mountains resonated in my soul, which was ever attracted to their calm voices, but were sadly inhibited by the mind games played through out one's life.
Like jewels of water dripping, I felt a strong sense of each moment as I laid my head still and prepared myself to float away.
What we confuse as death: The time when something ends - is an essence needed in daily lives. The secret although lies in how we died, rather than how we lived dual sides of the same coin, maybe. To live is to die. The death of the ego gives a new way to look towards one's self - the long-forgotten passage to liberation towards the higher self.
Basking in the glory of valour, possessions, and responsibilities successfully carried out, I drifted away from redemption. I needed something or someone to show me the way. Every moment comes out as a perfect explosion and understanding of His creation. Being one, and one for all. Feeling the universe within, being a part of each precious breath exchanged in return of the blissful remembrance of the sacred universe we are a part of. Feel. The fabrics of the universal creation are inter-woven into the minutest of component imaginable to the known psyche, waiting to be explored and understood, to be felt, firstly, a deep sense of gratitude to allow your soul be a part of it, and nurturing your existence since ever known life forms. To feel and be the part of his imagination, an intricately designed and coloured castle being built by the thought of the thinker.
Embrace and hold on to this preciously timed moment called Life. Be a part of it. We are part of the same being, complementing one another in perfection. Exiting one known form and coinciding with the unknown. Extra-dimensional beings flowing in a common rhythm.
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* * *
"Its called Dark One!"
There was a wicked grin on his face, as he welcomed us to his fortress. Everything was in its right place. With posters carefully affixed on exact angles on one side of the wall made a perfect invitation to the watchful eyes learning to absorb the hidden message from each. Everything around introduced itself. The writings on the wall couldn't have seemed clearer.
"Perfect Setting, eh ?"
He interrupted our train of thoughts, as was evident from my curiously wide eyes. It was quite obvious that today was pre-planned with master intricacy, taking care of all possible scenarios that could occur during the psychic's journey to the other side. The setting played a major role in many ways. He had evidently, experienced, realized and eventually implemented the truth. The rest had to be done by the imbecile voyagers - young, watchful, self-taught trippers living in the yellow submarine willing to traverse across the universe, under the watchful vision of the blessed guru.
"Let's do it. . ."
I lit a cigarette making not so perfect smoke rings. I always longed for the perfect spiral shape, travelling a long distance to be later poked by the playful finger. I watched the watch and minded my mind not to mind my mind any longer, as I felt I was prepared for going downstream. I could hear distant cheers as my welcome to the forgotten home was foreseen! It was an escape to the unknown realms of reality - hidden and closely guarded by on signs and intricate patterns that no ordinary pair of eyes could possibly see. One needed that extra piece of the eye, he was born with - that had been concealed purposefully to entrap and misguide the lost soul to walk without a direction or purpose. I was ready to find mine.
Powerful vibrations grabbed my heart beat into an undiscovered rhythm as the first tunes were bestowed onto our psyche by the harmless looking spears modestly hidden underneath the wooden table.
I heaved a long sigh and closed my eyes. . .
* * *
When the expiration hath ceased, the vital-force will have sunk into the nerve-center of Wisdom and the Knower will be experiencing the Clear Light of the natural condition. Then the vital force, being thrown backwards and flying downwards through the right and left nerves - the Intermediate State momentarily dawns...
There was a low pitched howl when I entered the void. I could sense sound waves and screams across my left and right brains. The building walls around me collapsed and melted into a perfect geometric hallucination. As men around me lamented and screamed at their loss, a sense of gratification embraced my attention.Chants of men residing in the holy mountains resonated in my soul, which was ever attracted to their calm voices, but were sadly inhibited by the mind games played through out one's life.
Like jewels of water dripping, I felt a strong sense of each moment as I laid my head still and prepared myself to float away.
Turn on, tune in, drop out.
What we confuse as death: The time when something ends - is an essence needed in daily lives. The secret although lies in how we died, rather than how we lived dual sides of the same coin, maybe. To live is to die. The death of the ego gives a new way to look towards one's self - the long-forgotten passage to liberation towards the higher self.
Basking in the glory of valour, possessions, and responsibilities successfully carried out, I drifted away from redemption. I needed something or someone to show me the way. Every moment comes out as a perfect explosion and understanding of His creation. Being one, and one for all. Feeling the universe within, being a part of each precious breath exchanged in return of the blissful remembrance of the sacred universe we are a part of. Feel. The fabrics of the universal creation are inter-woven into the minutest of component imaginable to the known psyche, waiting to be explored and understood, to be felt, firstly, a deep sense of gratitude to allow your soul be a part of it, and nurturing your existence since ever known life forms. To feel and be the part of his imagination, an intricately designed and coloured castle being built by the thought of the thinker.
Embrace and hold on to this preciously timed moment called Life. Be a part of it. We are part of the same being, complementing one another in perfection. Exiting one known form and coinciding with the unknown. Extra-dimensional beings flowing in a common rhythm.
Take a long sigh and feel the moment.
The universe is always calling out to you.
It is calling you now!
Did you just hear that ?
Did you just see that ?
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