Invocation

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Let There Be Pink!

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If you don’t eat your meat, 
how can you have your pudding?

His ubiquity was getting unmistakably conspicuous,as nervous minutes ticked by! 

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A Saucerful of Secrets is the second studio album by English rock group Pink Floyd. It was recorded at EMI's Abbey Road Studios on various dates from August 1967 to April 1968. 

It is both the last Pink Floyd album on which Syd Barrett would appear and the only studio album in which all five band members contributed.

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I craved for MORE!

More is the first full-length soundtrack album, and third studio album, by the English rock band Pink Floyd, released on 13 June 1969 in the United Kingdom. More contains some acoustic folk ballads, a genre that appeared sparsely on later works. 
This is Pink Floyd's first full album without founder member Syd Barrett, who was ousted from the group in early 1968 during the recording of their previous album. It is one of the two Pink Floyd albums to feature David Gilmour as the sole lead vocalist.

Main Theme

What is the first thought that comes to your head, synonymous with unfulfilled desires, your wildest fantasies, to be with the one you always wanted to be but never got a chance to be. 

The ability to fantasize is a remarkable evolutionary adaptation. It allows us to create elaborate mental models of reality and play out our feelings and desires within them. 

Through fantasy, our brains have provided us with a consequence-free space to gratify our desires, give our feelings expression, and to create and test alternate perspectives.

Careful With That Axe Eugene

Is there anyone else out there who was very skeptical of this new album that's supposed to be coming out in November?

I can't even explain how excited I got when I first heard the announcement. Actually, it was a link to an article and the link said something like "David Gilmour's wife confirms a new Pink Floyd album is coming". I nearly shit my pants, vomited and blew a load all at the same time. True Story!

While, many felt that without an official band or management statement, specifically announcing 'the end of Pink Floyd' we had to conclude the band still existed – even if not active; meanwhile, debates have raged and heated arguments dragged on inconclusively around sources like Wikipedia about exactly when Pink Floyd became 'inactive' and 'ceased to exist' as a band by virtue of some immeasurable, undetermined, organic process.

When we consider all of this, it seems fitting that Pink Floyd lays these questions to rest in such an ethereal and halcyon manner on



Side one starts with voices discussing why people argue, before someone mutters, “The sum is greater than the parts”, and a deep boom gives way to the slow fade-up of scintillating synthesizers. David Gilmour uses an E-Bow on his guitar on this side, which makes it sound at times like it has been taped and played backwards and at others gives it a pleasing hum and buzz. It’s light-touch stuff, very pretty.

This is not to say that the music on The Endless River is mellow (some is) but to say that as a listener, from the beginning to the end of the album you sense you are on a mission, heading toward a final destination: one that is at peace with finality as the journey approaches denouement in the lyrics of Louder Than Words.








This album is definitely for the unquenchable thirst of all the Floyd fanatics, who have emotively been annexed with the group throughout their long and glorious walk to eternity. 

With only three members of the original lineup alive, and only two musically contributing to this album, it is a must have for the compulsive ears that go comfortably numb on that one magical note from the maestro’s guitar! 

Goosebumps, after each track unveils and fades out to the next, reminiscent of the good old Floyd era, that once again promises to etch an ever lasting impression on the Floyd-heads.

I. 

TODAY

What is it to be a human?

See, the endowments you bestowed onto the few selected lot of imbecile monkeys to stride forward together, towards a more beautiful and peaceful home, have largely misinterpreted your divine blessing, taking undue advantage of their free will - replacing your statue of love and harmony with ever imposing hatred and never ending ego. 

Whom, once you blessed as brothers are now up in arms, facing off and slaying each other over trivial issues you would be disappointed to hear. Yes, the conditions are worse as they sound, and, believe me, dear mother, I am not exaggerating.

What you might have once dreamt as your beautiful second home, outlined by shadows of your unconditional love, is slowly moving towards the dark side. 

Mislead and misguided, often with deliberate attempts of choking on meaningless desires, that never ceases to lure the human greed. Peace, love, harmony are mere words, sung by disheartened dreamers, long boycotted by the vicious circle of rules, regulations, sect, creed, religion, their version of reality, woven in a perfect hallucinatory design, earmarked to believe as truth. 

The messengers of love - young men and women singing in your glory, spreading the divine word, narrating the doctrine of peace - end up burdened under relentless conspiracies - piles of unfinished stories. Sadly, only the powerful and ego-maniacs win.

Oh! You won't believe we've invented this object termed money - that has further aggravated our existential on this beautiful planet. We actually pay for living, for staying alive! 

As if every breath blessed by your loving grace, connecting us and making us merge with The One was not enough - yes, we have invented a bigger pursuit than happiness. 

It is more than mere peaceful existence - we have started to be something else you chose us to be. We have forgotten the purpose we started this euphoric journey the first place. 

Yes, we have pushed and shoved your image away. We sadly have taken our existence for granted, ignoring to dance to the rhythm of the universe, blinded enough to overlook the obvious patterns and designs we were born to. 

Choosing to forget that we chose to be here inside the human bodies of ours for a much bigger reason, than chasing and filling our lungs with greasy bundles of printed paper, giving fake promises of an accomplished life. 

Sigh!

I envisage mortality as the single toppling brink that has helped your offspring's survive midst tremendous pandemonium that prevails on your blessed land since centuries. We have collectively failed to realize Love is the answer. 

Maybe our ego curtained ignorance is too perdurable to view the obvious, finding happiness in everything else but within ourselves.

As I write this disheartening piece of letter under the influence of the divine invocation, many hapless heads are being butchered for non-existential boundaries and borders, greedy hands vying to butcher every inch of your blessed endowment.

Lamenting, I throw my nimble hands up in the air, seeking intervention. I know all isn't lost - there still is hope. 

All my brothers need is a sign - a divine harbinger whispering into their deaf ears - that shall resonate and awaken them from their long hibernation to discover the abundant radiance of the almighty surrounding and embracing us all. 

That infinite ray of light beaming and exploding through the minds of all, thrusting us in togetherness towards the One.

Urvaarukamiva bandhanaan mrityor muksheeya maamritaat.

“Hey, Bob, look out, we got two of those flashers out there. They could be SLA [Spacecraft Lunar Module Adapter] panels. I don’t know. They’re alike in intensity and pretty regular in the bright and dim flashes they come out with, and they’re widely separated.”


A dazed Bob gazed into the infinite ceiling above his shining head. It was a week later his centurion day on his mystically surfaced planet. 

Flashbacks of the crazy jamboree his mates back home threw to commemorate his special day, pranged back his head. Never before had he felt so dazed and confused. 

Realizing and perceiving stories during his mystical blackouts under the influence of the Shaman's medicine paved path and gave birth to this journey he decided to disembark with his long time comrade Tim. 

They were midway solving the long existing puzzle as to what might happen if one dared to break free and egress the divine pattern that was all connected and delineated by Gaia herself. 

Was it even possible? 

To ignore the obvious links and knots you knew were handcrafted to exist. What could life possibly mean without being breathed in, caressed and treasured by the loving hands of nature, and when the rightful time arrives, being breathed out and rested in sublime sleep - transcending to an alternate dimension - a possible alternate life hidden away from the realms of this existing form.

A panting Bob joined his frenzied pal and zoomed their optics out into the open space - an infinite omnidirectional dimension as they were always narrated and made to learn about in their dorms.

Their superior sense of vision - a characteristic that was common to off springs of their lineage made them good explorers - a job that was much in demand and sought after in their homeland - Paxterra. 

Their forefathers had envisioned a near perfect system and way of existence, that was well preserved and eventually passed on to the upcoming cohorts. It was widely believed and revered as the divine's way of existence. No one, till then ever imagined a life devoid of the peaceful existence that was meant to devour on the souls of all beings on their territory. The pair was the first to wander and explore the possibilities of breaking away from the devout bond holding all beings together as one.

Yes, it was true; both of them saw a pale blue dot hanging out motionless in the distant space. As small and insignificant as a speck of dust, it reflected back light from the near and distant stars that blessed its surface - an assurance, it had no light of its own - a possible satellite or may be a planet - a possibility it could usher similar life forms blessed and taken care by Gaia.

But, stumbling on something so precious in this infinitesimally spanning dimension was never easy! Their fathers had futilely spent their entire lifetime trying to make contact with other species, merely trying to understand their existence and to share their treasured knowledge that helped sustain and flourish the mesmerizing Paxterra.
They started to jot down notes and excitingly taking snaps of what laid ahead of them.

"Umm, Yeah! We are making a detour. This pale blue dot might be interesting. Wish us luck! Namaste."

Several nervous moments of intense breathings and constant static followed from the chambers of the bronze plated speaker and mic setting that laid tangled in front of Bob. 

With every dripping of red sweat from his third eye – a clear indication for Tom, that his pal was feeling the heat – his hunch about a possible existence of life form in the pale blue dot converted to a belief. An affirmative nod followed.


“Hi this is Bob, yes we see some strange gas, all black and stinky filling up the atmosphere surrounding the planet. Poor bastards shit them inhaling down here!”


“Ha! This is crazy!”





“Yeah! They are in terrible shape James. Shruck! These ego driven minions seem to lustfully live in utter Helter skelter. Shruck! 

I fail to understand how should I react at this moment? Shall I be angered at these potheads for blatantly ignoring the obvious channels of love and mutual co-existence or should I be brimming with pitiful tears of sorrowfulness and stretch out my hand to pull them out of this plight…”





“ Shruck! They are in desperate need of our help...The message must be delivered. At once – flash of light needs to be… Shruck! The divine message...”


“Uhm, you sure about it?”



“We don't understand the universe yet. We don’t understand any of this stuff. They've come to believe, inside every black hole, there is another universe.Wrap your fucking head around!”








You are standing in an empty room. A room made of little pieces of stardust that carry emptiness between them. There are no pieces of furniture - no chairs or tables. They were there, but they took them away. There are no monsters from your bad dreams, although, they never were there. Remember! You are standing in an empty room. While breathing in and out, you feel the movement of the emptiness inside you and that the emptiness is You. At this moment, you see that the only things which are absent in the room are the impossible ways of existence. 







"My third eye has been active ever since I was a child. Years back it turned into a full blown Kundalini awakening - you know the kind that feels like lightning bolts shooting down your spine through the major chakra pathways. But when I was a kid, I could physically feel things near my forehead and it would intermittently tickle.
I used to telepathically communicate to the street dogs and they would rub their whiskers against my forehead and it would send intense energy soaring through my endocrine system. 
This sounds kind of weird but I grew up thinking that all people experienced these sensations in their pineal gland until I had the Kundalini awakening and learned that hardly anyone does. 
It was hilarious when I was trying to explain this to my doctor and realized he had no clue what I was talking about. They tested me for brain seizures and everything."

But then one day it happened again...

Of all the significant hypothesis proved, equations etched, laws imposed against the will of nature - I chose one - a bicycle trip - that single handily has the potential to outweigh almost everything else, making the mere existence of all the egocentric motives and rituals around you laughable. 
Throughout human history, as mankind has witnessed a plethora of groundbreaking declarations - most of which can - and has made us question our will, only one can be earmarked as worthy decree, that one single bicycle trip that seemed to change the very perception of human senses and made us see what our eyes were designed for - what our minds were fabricated and connected to perceive - what our souls roamed for in human forms endlessly craving for - the dream to finally be exigent - to be here and now - opening the doors of perception and realizing to free your mind should be the ultimate whim of the moment. Nothing else should matter!


To see the light we must embrace the darkness.


I met Jesus while he was raving during the days of cannibal holocaust. It was intense. They came, they delivered the message, and with a flash of light, every moment of happiness gushed out from our lifeless veins into the infinite pool of love and harmony of the universe. 

The message that should’ve been learned a long time ago was finally being whispered into the deaf ears, resonating inside the mind of the numb receivers with every available inch of dimension, every tune delivering a different meaning – a magical world of truly infinite possibilities. 

Where none was judged or jester at the way one thought or held an opinion about everything close or remotely associated with his world. 

Oh! A world where every head was held high and all understood the meaning of each other’s existence inside the creation we all were collectively a part of – where everyone held equal responsibilities towards the betterment of the environment they were attached to as a whole. 

All embraced and held each others’ nerves during tense moments of intense peaks - vibrations racing down from their crown spiraling across The Sushumna tunnel of enlightenment, dissociating its energy across the floral shaped ground on which they stood.



It was close to five in the morning, the moon which radiantly overlooked the night proceedings slowly started to recede midst the shy gray bordering clouds, creating intricate patterns outlining mystically shaped faces in the sky that made way for that nascent reddish sunbeam outstretching across the abysmal horizon.



“You are ant-like pitiable creatures living in your own confined dimensions, unaware of an existence beyond your known defined realms. You are a nightingale singing gaily in your own delusional world, elaborately created by your adroit mind. You don’t want to invest any time rationalizing out your thoughts, it’s easier to make a blanket statement that everyone is equal and inherently good. Not true. All of you are instinctively reacting to your own circumstances. 
The fact is, there is only one obvious truth out there. There is or there is not. It makes no sense to me as to why you morons would choose to make your own deities when common sense demands only One. 
Human history keeps on repeating itself because you have been designed by The Mother, one short of perfection. 
See, you can’t fix this mess the way of conquering this planet, simply because you did not author it the first place. So quit trying. Accept things as they are meant to be, rather than over analyzing and tweaking everything as per your own whims. 
You are incapable of total unity – as there always will exist diametrically opposite dualities. There is no creation without dual existence. All you walking bodies of bones and veins are in dire need of enlightenment. 
Even within your ethnic differences, all are aware of a presence of something higher – that has guided and created every inch of this universe into existence. 
Even your children are born with this awareness – but are too soon sucked into the giant heap of evil schemes and plots weaved to mess things up by sick bastards out there trying to vanquish and conquer your holy mother! 
Wake up! Did you come into existence into this beautiful realm for this? Think while it is still legal.”




Bizarre images flashed in front of him, questioning his own confined vision, he entered realms unknown to his trained mind. 

See, this is why knowledge is dangerous. It limits your mind. We forget too quickly that the mind craves infinity. 

Quit taming your mind to believe what you think is apposite to affirmation, 'cause the mind wants to turn on, tune in and drop out. 

When the veil of ego floating on the wings of knowledge fades off, frightful thought loops overtake those who try to control the mind – those who don’t want to let go.
He rose up, looking around, quickly realizing this – all new dimension he was puked out, bordering with grim faces, echoing with eerie voices and strange noise - was not taught or narrated in any of those books he was made to love as a kid. He wanted it to stop, wishing to exit this strange dimension.

He started to breathe heavily, as more confusion poured over his fazed mind.

ॐ                      ॐ                     ॐ                          ॐ

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 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!"

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. . .

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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