Morning papers 8/05/2017

Perhaps it’s true, maybe weed is holding me back. It’s good for introversion, meditation, reflection,
body relaxation, but it does change your mind. It changes and alters the way you are. The human
body is an interesting collection of strange lotions and potions. Chemical, synthesis. We are fuelled
like a drug animal. Creating our own potions in our bodies. Anger fear, blah blah. Anyway who cares,
I hate the moralization, I’m a staunch believer in my own stubbornness. I guess I just don’t want to
feel bad. So tempting. Why it is. I don’t know, if you don’t think about it it’s fine. What is this strange
malady, that is so good then so depleting. Are you really depleted. Well, you have to use your body
and understand yourself through your own system. I believe in the old yogic science. It’s just that
when you want to commit, it’s difficult, but as they “like a razor’s edge”. Yoga is a serious practice, it
takes time and develops, you need longevity, perserverence, tapas. That rhythm raelly helps. Makes
you a winner, then you win and win. The energy is what is crucial for our maintenance. How can a
man develop fully his health?

Yoga and Taoism, shamanism, pscychedelia. There is magic in the creative seed. The chakras are
powered like batteries. A lot of that power to be frank comes from sperm. Sperm converted to Ojas
apparently. Through mediation, sattwic living, but sometimes all that just makes me want to rebel. I
feel more closer to the unorthodox, the dreaded baba’s then purity, purity though it is the path.

I want to take it seriously, because I view yoga as almost a religious function and indeed that is the
point. Yog to yoke together like scrambled eggs. What does it even mean to try and connect to the
spirit. This is the underlying goal of yoga, to realize our own divinity. A big call, everyone’s on their
way. Individuation, yoga, art, faith, religion, therapy. Do all things point to rome?

I like the old hermits, praying, fervently, the old hut, liberation from existence, joy to the world. Look
how discontented people are, how shallow it all can seem. The superficial nature of the world. When
you have a burning desire to move on then I guess you will. So in this sense perhaps the ganja use is
holding me back. As Ganesh Baba says “ you should only smoke after 50, after you have already
made a contribution to the world.

WE are expected to give to the world, to acknowledge the divinity, oh this is the life I want. Like the
ancient theorizers. The end to a sequence of lives. What is my soul? What does my soul know? What
is the difference between the ego and the soul. On one hand we are our mere mortal frame, on the
other hand we are explosive, ruminating forgetting knowing. Living human creatures.

Sometimes it’s just not enough, I just want more, I want a more beautiful life. In it’s utter resolve,
India is a romantic spiritual vision, as Juan Mascaro declares and it’s true. How true of India, the
romanticism, something that in this day and age can be looked upon as a mere luxury but my
opinion is that this Romantic sense is ultimately a religious sense. As the Sufis believe: that earthly
love is the path to the love of the supreme, If a human being can’t learn to love, then there is no
hope of learning of a more divine love.
Divinity is more than life. There is a division made between the sacred and profane. For right reason.
Don’t offe pearls before swine kind of thing. Just like there is ecstatic rapture and mechanical
boredom. What do we accept, I accept the inner development. Like Jung, notes in Memory, dreams
reflections, perhaps it is true, that life is really more under the surface. The real development and
movement is unseen. To be humble and ambitious.

For what reason? For a closer relationship to the life will. For a deepening and developing mind. For
perhaps, by the grace of God, a eral contentment and peace, understanding.

Is peace enough? Peace like a stoned, reflection. It isn’t a major component of Yoga is Karma yoga. Is
kriya, is action. You can develop Kriya Shakti. The power to do. See how wise the yogis are but look I
need to go and search for myself, I want to understand spirituality, and yoga more deeply. I think
time is getting ripe to go back and study over there. Learning, that’s what I want to learn. Learn from
the living tradition. To sit at the feet of the master. I have this urge. Ah, India, what wonderful
timeless wisdom, what utter paradoxes. How can the spirit live so strongly just over the sea. In
Australia, we are a little bit Godless but we love mateship and we have that old English religiosity,
that old English romanticism in there somewhere. Bede Griffiths is a good example of that reflective,
English mind prone to the love of God.

Why do people love God? Because of the beauty and holiness. There is something different about
God and worldly life. The life of getting and spending, there is something outside of conventions,
outside of time. God lives on the peripharies. He is hidden, and for a person in our day and age, he is
hard to find. He is thought of as a fantasy, as a band aid belief for the poor, he is thought of as
primitive thinking, that man, created because he didn’t realize it was him making all those sounds in
his head but is it really. The belief of God is marginal and mainstream. Gd is praised by the rickshaw
driver in the bustling streets of India and is sung and praised in a massive stadium like Hillsong.

Morrocans have their God. Filipinos have theirs. According to man, they intuite God and adapt their
hearts and minds to this image, but truelly the supreme above all conceptions, images, dogmas and
creeds is closer than we suspect. We are under a cosmic delusion. The maya of the world. What is
the truth? Lead us from the darkness to the light. To the true.

Om bhr bhuva swaha tat savitur varenyam bhargo devasya dimahi di yo yo nah prachodayat.

We can live our lives, like a mechanistic, donkey following the carrot or we can try to live magically,
find the true reality. Magic implies something not real to us these days, but it really is the curative
properties of the imagination itself. Our minds crate our worlds. All the help we can use, the better.

Look if you want to find the truth, do as they say. Look for people who know. Go to places where
they talk of this. I care for this knowledge, it’s my history. To each human, be true. A vocation is a
calling. They say when Mother India calls you don’t have a choice. In a similar fashion vocations are
not of your choosing and come from deeper aspects of our minds and hearts.
Look this way, look that way. A blue crane appears, brings a message, “hurry up, now. Get ready,
prepare for your next journey, like Bilbo Baggins, take stoke prepare, perepare the lamas bread.
Thenthe music faded, someone asked at the party what do you do? You sit quietly fumble something
about music, see this isn’t my real life. Who knows? All I can do is right it down. How hard it is
sometimes to just be understood. A bit of compassion, people can be so talkative. They can be so
hard edged, alpha, domineering. Well I say no, all egos including mine must be trampled every now
and then, that goes for you too Kevin Parker. Look all this ego façade. Pff, it’s gone. A competition of
who is more at peace. How terrible, no, good on you people, live and let live. Jealousy is a cruel
beast. Why does it come up? Most easily they say it’s because of your own self worth that you
havemn’t donoe anything to get appreciated. Jealous of the appreciation, no one appreciates me for
just being me, I think woefully. Why do I have to show things to be loved, I sigh. Why do I have to
work in this meaningless, mechanic, old person, soup. Why do I have to live this life? What’s the
point. Sometime, I just want to pack up and go. I need more, my spirit is hungry and a lot of the time
Perth doesn’t deliver. Sometimes it really does. The weather, the sun,. Sometimes it’s as if you can’t
appreciate anything. Just to have a little appreciation and some moving and shaking.

Spiritual mover and shaker.

Things need to move, flow with the cosmic conductor, that’s what we need to try to listen to. To jam
with the most high, that’s a beautiful ideal. Oh, weary are our bodies, we toil in meangs and
meaningless. We think of the future, we ruminate the past. We love the future, we are frightened of
the future. WE hold the past as our ddearest memories but some memories we wish didn’t exist and
we can’t get out of our heads. How can you cealn your mind? Do we just hold everything
unconsciously lie a litterheap, but this doesn’t take into account what I mentioned at an earlirer
time. The fundamental order and nature of the mind. The mind is ordered, well presented, archived.
The supreme archivist, the supreme computer. Although computers are agreat reflection of the
powers odf this universe. Simulation, provocation. Dissertation and perhaps a little rumination.

Where are our lives going who knows? To have a map, to have direction to know where your going.
Puts the mind at ease, then you can enjoy the journey. On the way, wake up world. Wake up. I want
to reach out my hand, I hope you can reach out yours. Life is more greater and fantastic then we
know. Can we at least try and give it justice.

WE need hope to live, eucalyptus, starlight, megacity rushing on the edge of the desert to knowhere,
full crazy man, people drinking, the walk by, the suits =, all gone at 6 people watching, tv, how can
you criticize this? It’s what everyone in the world does, it’s called living but sitting in awful machines,
with superficial lives that don’t connect to yours. When you feel like an outsider, that your just trying
to get out. When the old people make you feel like a retiree, when you feel like a ghost, when
everything seems stuck in a timre warp, when the mayor won’t leave because she is stubborn as
hell. Perth is a culture shock. This is for sure. Who is proud of our city? The bloggers with their
perfect teeth Instagram? People going to Mary st. Bakery. All bullshit, just something nice to eat
then puff, you slowly get old. You drink some beers, go to some more parties. Damn it. Things got to
change. You can’t let yourself go and just aend up like one of those sad fuckers on the bus. Buck up
or fuck up.