tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152054792024-03-13T19:48:24.284+08:00Mystic ShineWelcome to the Mystic Shine.
Closer than your eye can see
an unending vision, a shine
Unseen .
It is your own heart, Eternal.Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-19864351107459210812008-12-22T20:06:00.002+09:002008-12-27T17:20:58.278+09:00The Dancing Baba and Ananda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SVXkWSjbWmI/AAAAAAAAArs/oEOOU7olBCk/s1600-h/coconut+swami2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SVXkWSjbWmI/AAAAAAAAArs/oEOOU7olBCk/s320/coconut+swami2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284380809377831522" border="0" /></a><br />This is an entry I started to work on a few months ago . I never got around to putting it up because I was eager to trace a photo of the dancing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">baba</span> I came to see around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Arunachala</span>. On the 16<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> of December I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">received</span> news of his passing and that he was struck down by a motor bike as he was giving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Giri</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pradakshina</span> . A note from a friend announced that the other sadhus there where singing beautiful renditions of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Aksharamanamalai</span>, he was seated in lotus position with open eyes with an expression of ease . He never ate food always drinking milk that was offered into his coconut cup and he always walked the distances never taking any form of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">transport</span> . He could always be seen here on the festival days and I felt very happy to see him whenever he came dancing down the dusty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chengam</span> road , yet somehow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">inconspicuously</span> .<br /><br /><br />The dancing no talking swami as he is called stayed in my mind the day I left for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Pondicherry</span> (I call him the coconut <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">baba</span> or dancing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">baba</span> ). His dancing gait of pleasing happiness and his smile a joy . The first time I saw him he was practically dancing right next to me outside <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Joyti's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">chai</span> shop, I sort of waved my arms imitating him abit and got a little jolly as he came closer while the locals came to touch his feet and scoffed at my irreverence - I smiled . Little did I realise that I would come to have a smattering of love for him and his dance , around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Arunachala</span> . I once grabbed a camera and managed to take several photos of him , and as I spoke to him he gestured suddenly towards the mountain with a bright expression .Those photos are in some lucky girls files somewhere at the time I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">did'nt</span> think to get a copy of them .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SU7XW1X-ZfI/AAAAAAAAArk/vT1md4czagQ/s1600-h/Coconut+swami.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SU7XW1X-ZfI/AAAAAAAAArk/vT1md4czagQ/s320/Coconut+swami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282396200236901874" border="0" /></a><br />I managed to find some entry about him by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ganeshan</span> who is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Ramana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Maharshi's</span> great grand nephew . It is said that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Sri</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Nisargadatta</span> on hearing of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Ganeshan's</span> visit promptly gathered all the cushions laying in his loft and piled them up high , made <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Ganeshan</span> sit on top of all these cushions and said something to the effect about his reverance to the Maharshi and that this was his chance to pay <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">obeisances</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Ramana</span>, so he gave full prostration . Sometimes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Ganeshan</span> can be seen at his home just off the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Pradakshina</span> road .I have sat there a few times; he offered me a copy of his book as I left one of his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Satsangs</span> .<br /><br /> This entry on Coconut baba goes as follows;<br /><p> "There is a person whom I call the walking no talking swami who goes round <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Arunachala</span> whenever he happens to be there .It is a pure joy just to look at him. Alone he dances around the mountain day and night !</p>Once , I confronted him saying"Swami, You are ever immersed in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">ananda</span> . Why don't you give us the perennial <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">ananda</span> in which you are always soaked and saturated?" He burst out laughing.Then he gesticulated in a powerful way, pointing his hand towards <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Arunachala</span>, as if to convey, "What else is there, except <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">ananda</span>? That which IS, is only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">ananda</span> . Everyone is submerged only in it, as if under a deluge of water. Also who is to give <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">ananda</span> and to whom?" He laughed again .<br /><p> Waves of ecstasy reigned and looking at him , instantly filled me with bliss! This experience of bliss was the direct blessing of the walking no talking swami. And it happened without a word, sans explanations or discussions."</p><br /><p> </p>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-32150221776841904072008-12-22T17:46:00.001+09:002008-12-22T17:46:00.483+09:00 I am Another Yourself<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/HNdlf5TavAU' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HNdlf5TavAU'/></object></p><p>Came across this speech with a broad Australian accent . Great to hear! And a good meditation to reflect upon , to inspire Atma Vichar . </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-30811184645137208052008-12-14T06:26:00.012+09:002008-12-14T11:19:46.392+09:00Healing with Heart<span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279423927360191330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SURIFyEAe2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/bSGzxlPgcSo/s320/denmark140%25.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Sitting here quietly , I have no idea what I am going to say . Over the last few months I have been organising, arranging, clarifying , ordering , changing and making better in any way that I can , and making the best for myself here in Perth .It comes like two steps forward one step back .......Along with this has come some seeing , understanding , loving , healing and being . Many subjects have crossed into my field and all to do with healing and discovering new ways to see things , and in a new light .</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279423931406702242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SURIGBIxVqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/LqijnvngklU/s320/TURNER1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">I followed up best I could by aquiring, ingesting and experiencing before saying too much; then I must admit that I felt at times like I had said too much when sharing . One thinks that I have lost my faith , one thinks that I have gone astray , and another cannot relate at all, missing the point altogether in making a cursory comment. Yet still within is a fire that is burning from the place I call , well what do I call it ? How can I call it a name , my mind just stops at the impossibility of naming, " My Heart " , and it is the same heart that you are . Together we will find that it cannot be named nor grasped. Yet we SEE in this that even we are not together in this . How can we be together when we are 'one ....without a second' . </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279426801497427218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SURKtFDuTRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/x0HzMWRR73Y/s320/par_31.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Yesterday I had coffee with some people I have known for some years , and it was just like being in a bubble ..... mummblings here , mummblings there ........ an experience I have had before with them .Russell says " Just be present when you cannot hear" .......and good advice it is . I remember when I started to live another way of life,many years ago , and a good friend said , "your friends are now playing another card game now , you have only changed games , thats all " . Someone brushed aside my attempt to really get across the feeling of being in India; especially in Tiruvannamalai .</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279431185463169506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SUROsQmm0eI/AAAAAAAAArE/aV8ADlUNHjI/s320/Pulavar%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">I could undoubtedly feel not only the present surroundings but also the mountains power and the imprints of centuries of </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nayanmars"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Nayanars</span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> ,not only of one man who will be there in time, soon. Yet ALL of time there; while standing looking up to the fiery mountain top, all swallowed into this very mountain presence . Brushed off with a " oh, well I can do that here"....... in the context of such a place this is not so "here" , but if you really see this , truly and honestly, then it is so. There is no need to wait calculating for a 'special' someone to help you switch on the light. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279423934312174034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SURIGL9fUdI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nHmCUQqKf2A/s320/KRISHNA+EXPANDS.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Over the last few months I have been working on some healing for myself , this body and on others . Though it may sound like it is a straying away from Vedanta .... in that it is involving a 'Me' and " another" , in Vedanta they speak of the dehatma budhi idea which is the body mind thought .Questing what is at the root of the body mind is </span><a href="http://www.mayyoubehappy.com/atmavicharya.html"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Atma Vichar </span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;">. A business man once told me that if I go into healing that it did'nt make sense after doing all this inquiry .As long as one knows he is not doing it , then he can proceed otherwise he will be entangled with doership. Healing has opened my eyes a bit to see that we can change and affect - through the surrendering of the limitations that are presently believed in . Through giving up the ego and it's stories; they are not mine or yours but like pictures painted as a 'me' which is limited, standing in front of the skylike nature looking bigger than the sky.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279433716021120162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SURQ_jqozKI/AAAAAAAAArM/3qvxIl61yzU/s320/mandelbrot.png" border="0" /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">That true nature is powerful and healing, because it is whole and complete with fullness and abundance . The healing results that I am witnessing with my mother are become more evident , now that others see what has been happening as a result of this .But it is not "I" that has done this , because I am not here to do these healings , yet the body is recieving this light, this awareness which is in all bodies , move one part of the pattern you affect all parts in the pattern , add the feeling of love in the pattern then in the entire pattern comes love .</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279440085695140178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SURWyUjREVI/AAAAAAAAArc/Q8-Hg2z-V7M/s320/raisinglazarus22.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Together with a tool , the same tool used to discriminate between what is real and unreal, one can invite and recieve grace and love that is unconditional healing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-13603125730317538382008-08-29T01:18:00.006+08:002008-08-29T01:41:33.020+08:00Early Morning Note<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SLbh9Ikqn_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/eCKBvlZmKf0/s1600-h/bike+trip+tiru+08+08420%25.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239623656881692658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kE5xweDaMo/SLbh9Ikqn_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/eCKBvlZmKf0/s320/bike+trip+tiru+08+08420%25.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I don't know who comes here , but it's early morning and something inside me is alive . Without knowing what it is , it is . What I call unknown is known yet remains openly silent without any doing on my part or on anybodies part . Is'nt that wonderful ? To see this is to just remain without any coming or going . Still it is here , in me , and in you and in all things , yet when we reach out to it , it is like water off a ducks back . Easy, yet if we try hard to understand it, it will cause strain and effort which just makes it hard to recognize . Who is to recognize cannot recognize cause he remains empty of recognition and in that recognition is no one .How this is , is like a clear vessel disappearing into the water it is holding . No outline can be seen - yet it is .</span><br /></span><div></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-50261130101997982512008-05-06T06:12:00.001+08:002008-05-06T06:12:35.624+08:00joymarcoarunachala<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/2eG5O4mrwyw' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2eG5O4mrwyw'/></object></p><p>Here is a film a good friend made by the mountain . With the lovely people I met and showing the fun and joy in their laughter and love; being together with the Mountain of Grace , Arunachala!<br /><br />Bhagavan says eloquently how Arunachala works on the mind rooting out the ego of those who dwell upon it's name and form . <br /><br />"I have seen a wonder, a magnetic hill that forcibly attracts the soul. Arresting the activities of the soul who thinks of it even once, drawing it to face itself, the One, making it thus motionless like itself, it feeds upon that sweet [pure and ripened] soul. What a wonder is this! O souls, be saved by thinking of this great Arunagiri, which shines in the mind as the destroyer of the soul [the ego]."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-78930764551350611602008-04-11T10:17:00.001+08:002008-04-11T10:17:48.302+08:00The Hunted - Advaita Comedy On The Mountain<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/z5FcsQy3a38' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/z5FcsQy3a38'/></object></p><p>Here is some spontaneity that happened when I walked up to the cave one day with Sven .I had no intention of making a story with an ending but this ending is like teaching some karma yoga ; no expectations for the results to be either way , it's all prasad ! A gift from that Mystery. </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-21773749487589077642008-03-12T14:16:00.026+09:002008-03-18T19:52:02.077+09:00From Tiru to Horroville<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d7NqotNmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3bBzeDVJzvo/s1600-h/tasty.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d7NqotNmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3bBzeDVJzvo/s320/tasty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176741771399214690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chatters at Tasty</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d7OKotNnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KCUFL_xiqGo/s1600-h/bananaman.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d7OKotNnI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KCUFL_xiqGo/s320/bananaman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176741779989149298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hard at work<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d7OaotNoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fbbKRKyPNLE/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d7OaotNoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fbbKRKyPNLE/s320/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176741784284116610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My living room </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A build up of energy was coming to a point and intensity,it was pushing me in a direction of going . Having given up the smokes I tended to walk around Bhagavan and watch the emotions come dancing up .It was too much at some point ,as I sat outside the Hanuman temple one evening . I had to go somewhere , anywhere .</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eCv6otNrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8av8cDxMSOQ/s1600-h/bhagavan1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eCv6otNrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8av8cDxMSOQ/s320/bhagavan1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176750056391128754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walking around Bhagavan </span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d9g6otNpI/AAAAAAAAAag/gF6ybbMLBAI/s1600-h/death2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9d9g6otNpI/AAAAAAAAAag/gF6ybbMLBAI/s320/death2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176744301134952082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I found this skull on the road next to the smashan , obviously placed there just after being burnt.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">On the eve of my departure I spotted the dancing baba or the coconut swami gracefully dancing and skipping along near the Agni tirtham , the girl on my bike</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Clara had no idea why I was pointing him out . The</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> swami looked at me and smiled in the mountains rays. I was fortunate to have this glance again on my</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> re</span><span style="font-size:130%;">turn .</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eI2aotNvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AaoSWJ6RYZk/s1600-h/joyti.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eI2aotNvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AaoSWJ6RYZk/s320/joyti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176756765130045170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Whats left of Joyti's chai shop , the rest was wiped out;Government regulations</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span>The very morning I left I had a quick breakfast and as leaving the parota shop, saw one of the garbage collectors pulling a trolly .A protruding foot with a half missing toe jiggled up and down . I got closer and saw a stick and the body of a beggar, his face</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> covered.In the morning light it was as if everybody was oblivious to this scene of the</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> young man pulling the trolley along towards the cremation</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> ground , it actually</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> reminded me</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> of</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Monty Phython's "bring out the dead!!!".</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eEzqotNtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PYx6j54Hi34/s1600-h/shivaratrieve.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eEzqotNtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PYx6j54Hi34/s320/shivaratrieve.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176752319838893778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Preparing for Shivaratri.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zutaotN2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/hRR24w6C8LQ/s1600-h/nandi2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zutaotN2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/hRR24w6C8LQ/s320/nandi2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178276135580809058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I waited by Nandi in the temple on Sivaratri .</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zytKotN6I/AAAAAAAAAck/awGZWbjOeFc/s1600-h/sivaratri9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zytKotN6I/AAAAAAAAAck/awGZWbjOeFc/s320/sivaratri9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178280529332352930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >People came to celebrate.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eEzqotNsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UoydFW_EKaQ/s1600-h/dogsleep.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eEzqotNsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UoydFW_EKaQ/s320/dogsleep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176752319838893762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Resting dog.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This place shows you the extremes and in turn the mind seeks introspection . Either you spill into a wishy washy place of mental gibber jabber or you are pulled home close to yourself and only yourself .Whatever, it always brings you back by taking away what was never</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span> there .Dreamlike the illusion's reality in its appearing (just like the</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> rope</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> appearing as a snake) vanishes and crumbles, as another mirage appears .</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eB_6otNqI/AAAAAAAAAao/5Gqdj2ZBiy0/s1600-h/kanappanishant2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9eB_6otNqI/AAAAAAAAAao/5Gqdj2ZBiy0/s320/kanappanishant2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176749231757407906" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Listening to yourself; Nishant Baba at Kanappa shrine.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I made it to Pondicherry on the bus with Clara . She was quite attractive and we seemed to get on together sitting quietly before we opened our mouths, (sometimes she reacted to my pointed views about reality and Aurobindo). For example I mentioned that it seemed that Aurobindo was aiming to bring a state of higher</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> perfection for humanity . Now if it came to a perfect state of perfection, into perfect </span><span style="font-size:130%;">alignment with great harmony</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> then everything would collapse and vanish. Why?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> because there needs to be friction as duality for this world appearance to function .If</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> this becomes neutral then there has to be a disillusionment. This bothered her greatly.......... an</span><span style="font-size:130%;">d so we drank more beer together.Gradually I started<br />smoking under the influence of Foster's Larger a beer I hardly drink . It all started at the bus stand when she pulled out a beedie and some colourful character, looking very Rajasthanish was harrasing me for baksheesh.Puf</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">f, <span style="font-size:130%;">puff ,puff, "oh well", I ended up buying him a chai .</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zys6otN4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/uZtSg_8SLjc/s1600-h/ganapatipondi.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zys6otN4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/uZtSg_8SLjc/s320/ganapatipondi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178280525037385602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Ganapati shrine we discovered and where I met the palm reader, who told me that money would come !</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zys6otN5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/uZSgilZjblw/s1600-h/promanade.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zys6otN5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/uZSgilZjblw/s320/promanade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178280525037385618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">On the promenade with Mahatma Ghandi this boy cuts the pineapple .</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zfpaotNyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Vq4zDuj1VXc/s1600-h/templedoor2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zfpaotNyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Vq4zDuj1VXc/s320/templedoor2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178259574186915618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fascinated I looked at this temple door.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zZ1qotNxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9GS32uKTPFk/s1600-h/pondi.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zZ1qotNxI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9GS32uKTPFk/s320/pondi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178253187570546450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pondicherry street scene.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">From Pondicherry bus stand we got ripped off and paid more for our rickshaw ride to Horroville !Here is where the sea greeted us after the fiery presence of Arunachala , it soothed me but the beach was nothing like Perth beaches . the locals still in their trousers waded in the browny blue water </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">. <span style="font-size:130%;">The sand was mixed with pieces of burnt wood , glass , plastic and broken shells and something fishy. Eventually I found a good</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> catch of sardines scattered on the beach further up ,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> what a waste ! And that rotten smell gave food for the crows , at least they had it for a feast. My feet got itchy afterwards , what had I walked on ? The better thing about this was the food which</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> came with a great French style the omlette I never had before !</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zl_6otN0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/zR1LdNATcJQ/s1600-h/repo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zl_6otN0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/zR1LdNATcJQ/s320/repo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178266557803738946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where I had the Omlette I never had before!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zkaaotNzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IWRLxsBoNMk/s1600-h/horroville.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zkaaotNzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/IWRLxsBoNMk/s320/horroville.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178264814047016754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swimmers ralaxing in their trousers.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zrp6otN1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mg4hPClELek/s1600-h/beachhorror2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R9zrp6otN1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mg4hPClELek/s320/beachhorror2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178272776916383570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Them itchy feet!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So I thought my offering to Shakti Ma made frutition having Clara by my side and so we talked late into the night often with long pauses of silence between our sayings . Nothing happened! After all I came here for a practical reason and that was to get a check up from the doctor for a ear infection . But Clara had appeared like a wish come true , yet it was quickly realized that I was chasing a dream with her . And so Auroville became a Horroville after a few puffs ,a few beers and another Aurovillian , I decided to hit the road back to the Mountain .</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-6034278351720041802008-02-22T17:39:00.010+09:002008-02-22T19:36:37.878+09:00From Arrival to Present<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76VMdnMFMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/uEvtpcuXk_g/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169733463607874754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76VMdnMFMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/uEvtpcuXk_g/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> On our arrival , Sven and the Ashram dog .</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76VNNnMFNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tp644HY2ML4/s1600-h/IMG_1231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169733476492776658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76VNNnMFNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tp644HY2ML4/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mani one of my friends working on the hill</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76TednMFKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EOBvhq0RLdE/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169731573822264482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76TednMFKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EOBvhq0RLdE/s320/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Morning News at Joyti's.<br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76jHtnMFSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IkZTpJFzcRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76jHtnMFSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IkZTpJFzcRQ/s320/IMG_1576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169748775166285090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >I spotted this man in dirty garb and thought of the Avadhuts that keep to themselves, he appears to be partly blind .He is constantly doing Girivalam .</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76Te9nMFLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gfWL_YryR98/s1600-h/IMG_1307.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169731582412199090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76Te9nMFLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gfWL_YryR98/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bumping into Mooji on Pradakshina route .</span></strong> </p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76QSNnMFII/AAAAAAAAAYo/W-hD0VPX0Go/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169728064833983618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76QSNnMFII/AAAAAAAAAYo/W-hD0VPX0Go/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> At the Bangalore road turn off . Behind the Ganapati shrine .</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76QSdnMFJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/dQT2rdReTr4/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169728069128950930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76QSdnMFJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/dQT2rdReTr4/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Sadhu and white dog at Sani Theertha , next to Niruthi Lingam</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76fUtnMFPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZARooowFOXI/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76fUtnMFPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZARooowFOXI/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169744600458073330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The lotus Lake we came across on the 120 km bike trip I did .</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76gYNnMFQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ifhi6HwDGTw/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76gYNnMFQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ifhi6HwDGTw/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169745760099243266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the fields looking up to the hills .</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76iI9nMFRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/myBPaSU_H0k/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76iI9nMFRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/myBPaSU_H0k/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169747697129493778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was very bumpy on my Kinetic but I got to see this !</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-36698416367722325742008-02-19T17:44:00.009+09:002008-02-22T19:40:02.247+09:00Gunatita<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169714870694450242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76ESNnMFEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/C0MTVU7Sqik/s320/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">View from Kannapa shrine at sunset</span></strong><br /></p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She moved holding a pair of small green crocs . I stood up abruptly and exclaimed "are they yours?!" The round ball like figure turned daintily with big eyes as my finger pierced the moist air . "No " she said as she pointed to another lady . "there hers!", her quivering voice said in return. My eyes landed upon the woman in question , her jet white hair falling neatly up to her shoulders , her eyes, openly shimmering came with a broad pearl white smile . She looked like someone lost but very happy as she meet my inquiring barrage of questions one after the other . It was an accident !! Oh now was it ? I then told them how I had just written the story below . The first lady carrying the crocs then said " Was it good ?" ,<br />"No it was not good ! ", as I then explained how I had just travelled into town to purchase a pair of cheap Indian strap ons . Their sorrowful expressions of regret filled the air as I told them of the consectutive losses I had to go through . The motherly look shone and melted away all confusion and disease . Once again I was happy without a care , and I was given due directions to an ashram where my crocs lay .<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169714853514581026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76ERNnMFCI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nUj6_ZtzQas/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Gunatita : Beyond all three.</span></strong><br /></p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">This Grandmother has turn my three bitches into the unknown quality , that of Gunatita . Beyond all three gunas , the qualityless . Which leads me onto another aspect of this journey which has unfolded in a magical Tantric way , and not as I have at all expected . For that I have to thank the feminine principle , which is formidable here in the Shakti shrines that I have come across .But more about this in another post. </span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169718353912927330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76Hc9nMFGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tbIQvQp_SFQ/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Shakti Devotees during Girivalam.</strong></span><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been going through alot of fire in the last weeks having given up smoking and just seeing the flames lick up all the deep feelings as they come to drag me into another drag !</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169718362502861938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R76HddnMFHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hGHW83Zw5XM/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A walk up the mountain</span></strong> !</p>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-32996963994088656192008-02-15T13:30:00.005+09:002008-02-22T19:42:01.426+09:00Leaving Your Mind where You Left Your Chappals<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fbANnME7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/UKOeOMwS6Jk/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fbANnME7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/UKOeOMwS6Jk/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167839894131446706" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Thiruvannamalai town with Arunachaleshwara temple in foreground</span>.</span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Tiruvannamalai- the dirty dusty feet are pickeled with the sandy road particles as I make my way to the mechanical beast that zips me around the fast, dodging traffic . I jarred at the sight of missing chappals , my serene detattched elegance is dramatically alte</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >r</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >e</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >d to one of slight panic and dismay at the pair of inferior rubber sa</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ndals </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >left in there place ,grudgingly a hole merges out from underneath it's sole . The advantage of a thief is in the carelessness of the owner . </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >"Trust! and be okay , but don't curse that stranger who slyly took your precious footwear" or.......... is it "Trust in Allah and tether your camel" .<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7faPtnME6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/h3OZPnDIMCM/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7faPtnME6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/h3OZPnDIMCM/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167839060907791266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Diabolo</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />The formless ghost speaks so holy and molely! Then a moment later the Diabolo comes and says "May they have a sprained ankle in the next 15 minutes!!! . Imaginary things that appear real creating a devil in reaction- "thats okay , really okay ". I dance gingerly </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >a</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >long towards my kinetic beast machine, remembering the clear elagance tha</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >t enlightened me before the grand dissolution . "Rascal! " as I dangerously drive looking at the feets of every passer by , feet, feet,</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > feet and more feet ! I certainly can sense this capper from another angle; it is if I am space and there on the screen is the movie of "The Lost Chappals" ,</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fdTtnME9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7_FS11v3V5c/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fdTtnME9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7_FS11v3V5c/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167842428162151378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >seeing the Persuing soles</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />this character has become the "chota" mad wand</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ering Burmese Italian, perusing every sole for the liberation of his bare soles. Oh! As he feels the sweeping curtain fall over this search .He resigns..... an</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >d heads home , left with what is consid</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ered to be ugly- blue Crocs.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fbhdnME8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nOvd4FFSUHU/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fbhdnME8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nOvd4FFSUHU/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167840465362097090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >I'm gonna catch em</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > Feeling their snugglingness I race from and into town with the plumber , from shop to shop , his voice a distant echo . "Slow down ! slow down, slow, slow, slow !!" As I apply the brakes I beg</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >in to see how much easier it is , yet realise I just want to get the plumber </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >out of the way . It is just dangerously unpredictable</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > having a plumber and elect</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >rician to taxi to and fro. It gets very tiring not k</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >nowing when they are not going to finish.Pass </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >buses that jive and careen with an aftermath </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >of blasting particles; spewing an invisible plethora of grime and sandpaper grazing face polisher!My squinting eyes will always open up after and my crouching form straightens up for the clear view of old women , cows , bycycles and rickshaws moving around, in and away all at once . Finally the electrician and plumber leave , as they sit on my toilet and wait for the glue to dry around the p</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ipe that has been leak</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ing , y</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >es they said they were going to finish an hour ago . </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >I have tried my best to make their stay as fun as possible by playing a</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > remix of Sarah Mc Laclan , also tried some Indian music but it was more in style with North Indian Bhajans. Even tried a little pink Floyd but I think they felt stranger with every track I had in mind for them . So I settled for a nice Ram Bhajan and started to sing along while they inhaled poisonous glue which was amazingly toxic , still they wanted to change the music. I then tried to placate this potency with so</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >me very beautiful sandal wood incense but the music did'nt work for them ,</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > they needed Tamil music.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7feYNnME-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dP6ynXsGZ1s/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7feYNnME-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dP6ynXsGZ1s/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167843604983190498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >I tried to placate them .</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />I try to buy a CD on the way from the Temple and the body feels drained at each step through the bustle and racing pa</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ce of town . So quick action means to take the shortest route back to my room. Sorry chaps , I pay for the work, better to be finnished with it all . </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fhkdnMFAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XHVBKQsUJtU/s1600-h/IMG_1329.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fhkdnMFAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XHVBKQsUJtU/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167847113971471362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Better to be finnished with it all .</span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >I wander half sleepy, brain drained , probably from inhaling the glue and sit on Tasty (restaurant) roof almost emotionlessly dry and disinterested, as three women sit in front of me animatedly chatting about something; their voices are just a jumble way , a mumble and a fumble. As I reach into my bag , a lucky dip for my phone . The skinny Indian one gets up and places her hands on her chest as she looks to</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > me</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > and smiles , then the pretty one , a Mooji lover with smooth olive skin and beautiful black abundant hair catches my admiring glance - her eyes look down revealing her pleasantness in secret. The third is a fat momma looking a little like my Nonna and decidedly South American, her scrappy t shirt makes her look like she did'nt care , pounded away . I wait and feel the tiredness sink in and realise that I have been invited to sing out on the Bangalore road somewhere. With a full effo</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >rt , pretty much like an astronaught I rise and pay the bill. There is a jumble of slippers and shoes one has to walk over and through, so</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >mewhere lies the only pair of Crocs I have .But in their place is only confusion and darkness. Within me I hear the word "bitch !" emerge like a gigantic whore, the elegance of my tiredness slipped into a mount Vesuvius as I see a smaller pair of Crocs which my shrek like feet cannot fit into! Hands waving like a hundred windmills , as if all my ancestors gesticulate with what is missing from the Pizza. I exclaim my disapointment more with sharp like st</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >accato "bitches!" , I then remember God is in a bitch and he is a bitch .<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fhktnMFBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WTrcb1VQwyI/s1600-h/IMG_1245.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7fhktnMFBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WTrcb1VQwyI/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167847118266438674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">God is a beautiful bitch </span></span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >I now patrol the streets looking for that stupid bitch who took my Crocs . Is she the good looking one , the ugly one or the disgusting one ? How about miss Sattva, Rajas and Tamas ? I will soon know as the hunt for my crocs continues and I become the hunter ready to shoot down my prey . Or possibly love them for maybe it is a sign to start w</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >alking instead.Today I will ride in to town to get new chappals .The rest is to be revealed. </span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7ff2dnME_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/hGUXMsMu83U/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/R7ff2dnME_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/hGUXMsMu83U/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167845224185861106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The rest is to be revealed .</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ></span>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-52383865231718892062008-01-06T13:28:00.001+09:002008-01-06T13:28:23.733+09:00Flying to Bharat<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/gU2cmhBUVdM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gU2cmhBUVdM'/></object></p><p>I have returned just for a little while now . As I have been working in the early hours of the morning and it really put a stop to almost everything such as blogging . Here is somehing new since I became inactive . I leave for India again , and will tread the dusty path of Arunachala and just to give you an idea of the people I meet and what it is like to travel in Tiru and what I see in India . I decided to put some film I took on my last trip together . Soon I will be really into taking photos and gathering footage for more work later on down the road . Who knows where this next trip will take me , I am having thoughts to wander of the beaten track and see other places that I have heard of . Like a geomancer feeling the ley lines in the ground I feel the God vibe magnified in certain places . But that does not mean the God vibe (Brahman) is not here with us now . Forever undefined and more present like the sky and clear as "the gooseberry in the palm of our hands " is Self, itself . </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-57033491136403524612007-11-10T10:52:00.001+09:002007-11-10T10:52:02.299+09:00Thiruvannamalai Karthikai Deepam<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Mxvxzht4xDM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Mxvxzht4xDM'/></object></p><p>This film really shows how it is like during Deepam in Tiru. I have been to three festivals but am not ina hurry to go for another . So many people chaos . I almost died after the last Deepam falling of a scooter . always a strong time to be there to walk around Arunachala. </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-32377429412620540242007-09-24T16:40:00.001+08:002007-09-24T16:40:48.902+08:00Papaji Ramana Song ; One Day Harilal<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/D9G2K1MhR3M' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/D9G2K1MhR3M'/></object></p><p>This is a song I wrote before a celebration of Ramana Maharshi in Lucknow .I just started to weave words to the music as if telling a story and for a while I only had two verses. Then one day I wrote the third after Papaji left the body . His love of Krishna inspired this and my love of Poonja inspired to write about his meeting with his Master . </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-24003199255043421712007-09-23T19:45:00.001+08:002007-09-23T19:45:39.793+08:00Ramana Maharshi's Home - Arunachala<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Qz4wKhi-Nb0' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Qz4wKhi-Nb0'/></object></p><p>Shiva Shiva<br />Mahadeva<br />Mahadeva</p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-48506660127618417072007-09-06T06:52:00.000+08:002007-09-07T11:52:13.412+08:00A Brilliant Appearance<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuB0duAJ16I/AAAAAAAAAUc/V6-4IRtP_6g/s1600-h/ghosthouseflower20%25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107210031351846818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuB0duAJ16I/AAAAAAAAAUc/V6-4IRtP_6g/s320/ghosthouseflower20%25.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Flower along the trail<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This entry is an extension from the quote I have given from Yoga Vasistha in the post below. I wrote this the following day after I thought I lost that entry .</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106886826472888146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rt9OguAJ11I/AAAAAAAAAT0/l6ss2rHLI7w/s320/gangabhav.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Kumbh Mela</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">One of the scriptural texts I re-read, a unique work that is highly respected for it's practical mysticism is said to be like nectar by </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddha"><span style="font-size:130%;">Siddha's</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> . The Yoga </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasistha#Story_of_Yoga_Vashisht"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vasistha</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> is the teaching of sage Vasistha to Lord Rama . It is a clear understanding about the creation of the world , that all is Consciousness, including the material world that we see.That this is nothing but </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lila"><span style="font-size:130%;">Leela</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> or a play of Consciousness.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107010530120947570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rt-_BOAJ13I/AAAAAAAAAUE/CO5WZ621E1U/s320/yanchepclouds%4025%25.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Leela<br /></span></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Upon looking carefully at this picture which is spread before us everyday, we can percieve a pure and untainted screen of Awareness pervading all images and movements which appear as the world, Consciousness. In our daily life it is in all the activities we undertake to get things done , the mind battling backwards and forwards (like a doer or karmi does) and especially in believing it to be <em>super</em> real we cannot see it as a <em>super</em> imposition .</span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106887401998505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rt9PCOAJ12I/AAAAAAAAAT8/aCLOqLFI8j4/s320/indras_net.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indra%27s_net"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Like Indra's Net </span></strong><br /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Upon investigation we will see that everything is merely a reflection of Awareness!If this has gone over your head, a good analogy is a mirror . When we look into a mirror it reflects back an image , upon wakeing we see an entire creation ,sea,sky,people,children, stars, valleys and mountains reflected .If you get a mirror and smash it into a million pieces , you will see your image a million times reflected from one mirror . This world appearance is the reflection (Consciousness or existence appearing) in the clear mirror of Awareness. Consciousness appearing in Awareness is pointing to our existence or non existence. We see and say , "That's me, that's you , that's a table " and in this is the begining of the investigation, this knowledge is there to inquire. One day the question is bound to arise "what is all this ? why am I here ? for what purpose is this life for?" etc .There is some intelligence reflecting saying </span><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107207072119379842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuBxxeAJ14I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Yztfh3crCWI/s320/ghosthousetrail20%25.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Beyond the cockatoo's</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Look!" and like looking into a mirror or a still lake we will see that BEYOND all the images and BENEATH all the names , is a spacious clarity.Untouched like the mirror unattached to our reflection, a clear ocean of unfound Awareness.This <em>Awareness</em> is even empty, of space and time and it cannot be separated from any image or imagined being -- there is not even a BENEATH to define. Even the beingness that we are, is empty if you just turn your attention towards yourself ,so even this Consciousness is empty of itself! Yet it is appearing in Awareness which has no condition . The conditioned appears within the unconditioned as world appearance and gives way to infinte diversity like many different clouds appearing in the spacious clear sky.</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107208274710222738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuBy3eAJ15I/AAAAAAAAAUU/6Fr0oHosDko/s320/clouds20%25.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Many Clouds in Space<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">To the religious it is the same as saying God . But this is not a God that is personal , sitting over our heads in judgement or hiding somewhere seeing everything that we are doing , though that was taught to me in school in some clever way to control and manipulate . This cleverness is a way to make us believe we are really doing good and right and not wrong and bad, we conform to what others are telling us to do . </span><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107219171042252722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuB8xuAJ17I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KhHI9wruBz8/s320/ghosthousetrailWren.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Presently Unconditioned<br /></span></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Unconditioned and without any quality is Awareness ,single and together , together without being single, with the other yet full of both and no other.This can only be understood if you see for yourself,by yourself , and in seeing for yourself you see that you have no understanding,that you cannot attain understanding whatsoever.Here in lies something that I can never understand at all! HA HA ha hahahaha:D!</span> </div></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-77244905630919655302007-09-06T06:32:00.000+08:002007-09-08T07:03:42.857+08:00Mahasamadhi<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCEEOAJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UCbR_xyKMEw/s1600-h/kalikundcut70%25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107227185451227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCEEOAJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UCbR_xyKMEw/s320/kalikundcut70%25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCC7eAJ1_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/J64YIXEeook/s1600-h/kalikundcut50%25.jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107223173951772610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCAauAJ18I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kC6dYs5Y6OQ/s320/papajismilesrrr.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107224148909348834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCBTeAJ1-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/hzstiOOrIBo/s320/Quietly.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107228117459130386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCE6eAJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qzoO1rNSDO0/s320/mahasamadhiprocessin20%25.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107223487484385234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCAs-AJ19I/AAAAAAAAAU0/P_ccDgeEh98/s320/ghatsfire.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Swaha !</span><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RuCAauAJ18I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kC6dYs5Y6OQ/s1600-h/papajismilesrrr.jpg"></a></div><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Gone , Gone , Gone Beyond, Completely Gone Beyond Enlightenment, Hail!<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-46090163729049167162007-09-03T04:33:00.000+08:002007-09-10T07:25:48.380+08:00Neither Bondage Nor Liberation<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtsqZOAJ1yI/AAAAAAAAATc/W390gTGTLwY/s1600-h/birdsandwater2%4020%25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105721215298426658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtsqZOAJ1yI/AAAAAAAAATc/W390gTGTLwY/s320/birdsandwater2%4020%25.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Yoga Vasistha is a book that I continually return to read . It has been the only book that I have for contemplative reading . It is esentially the record of dialogue between Lord Ram and his Guru Vasistha , who is always telling him what the nature of Self is . </span></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105721215298426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtsqZOAJ1xI/AAAAAAAAATU/aIDmBpIU_Ds/s320/Seclouds2%4015%25.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I am what I am</strong></span><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"the mind itself gets involved in this world appearance by entertaining countless notions (like "I am weak, unhappy. foolish, etc).When the understanding arises that all this is the false creation of the mind , I am what I am - then the peace of the supreme arises in ones consciousness.<br /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105721206708492018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtsqYuAJ1vI/AAAAAAAAATE/7I6kBoAzass/s320/SandseaYanchep+065.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>There are no waves in the ocean</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The mind is like the vast ocean with infinite variety of creatures within it,on the surface of which ripples and waves of different sizes rise and fall . The small wave thinks it is small ; the big one that it is big . The one that is broken by the wind thinks it has been destroyed. One thinks it is cold, another that it is warm . But all the waves are but the water of the ocean . It is indeed true to say that there are no waves in the ocean ;the ocean alone exist. Yet , it is also true that there are waves !<br /><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105721215298426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtsqZOAJ1wI/AAAAAAAAATM/QXWNFV-qvIE/s320/SandseaYanchep+117.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Infinite faculties appears as the infinite diversity</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Even so the absolute <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahman">Brahman</a> alone exist. Since it is omnipotent , the natural expression of its infinite faculties appears as the infinte diversity in this universe. Diversity has no real existence except in ones own imagination. "All this is indeed the absolute Brahman"-remain established in this truth. Give up all other notions . Even as the waves , etc . are non different from the ocean, all these things are non different from Brahman. Even as in the seed is hidden the entire tree in potential, in Brahman there exists the entire universe forever .Even as the multicoloured rainbow is produced by sunlight, all this diversity is seen in the one .Even as the inert web emanates from the living spider, this inert world appearance has sprung from the infinite consciousness.</span> </p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105727872497735490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtswcuAJ10I/AAAAAAAAATs/0POfDmaXrpc/s320/rainboweffectcut.bmp" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">All this diversity is seen in the one</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Even as the silk worm weaves its cocoon and thus binds itself , the infinite being fancies this universe and gets caught in it . Even as an elephant effortlessly breaks loose from the post to which it is tied, the self liberates itself from it's bondage. For , the self is what it considers itself to be . In fact , there is neither bondage or liberation for the Lord. I do not know how these notions of bondage and liberation have come into being!</span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">There is neither bondage nor liberation , only that infinite being is seen :yet the eternal is veiled by the transient, and this is indeed a great wonder (or a great illusion) .</span> </strong></p><strong></strong><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105723517400897330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtssfOAJ1zI/AAAAAAAAATk/rSIuUmgdW1g/s320/Rishikesh07+137.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Outside Vasistha's Cave</strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Though revolving thus in the wheel of ignorance and delusion , when one steps on to the wisdom concerning the supreme truth he is instantly redeemed . "<br /></p></span>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-58124524820160240392007-08-30T05:44:00.000+08:002007-09-01T20:17:30.743+08:00Still Place Within<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuCOAJ1jI/AAAAAAAAARk/7tpEK-_gz4Y/s1600-h/Yangebup+lake+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104247474580215346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuCOAJ1jI/AAAAAAAAARk/7tpEK-_gz4Y/s320/Yangebup+lake+104.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"> <strong>Greeting the Balga spirit .</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I decided to try my luck at some photo work , it looked like rain was coming and would love to catch the glint of shining beads resting on the plants out there .So I ventured down a trail that I have just started to get to know more of. I don't think I got a lot of interesting shots so here are some . I got a soaking and met up with a park ranger on the way through , was curious to know where the firebreak was going to . These dark trees are called Balga bush and have medicinal qualities but I can't recall what for . Anyway I love them .It gets very quiet out there and still. Only the flight of silver eye darting from bushes and kookaburra's slicing the air catch my eye. Ants show me their wonderful circular entrance holes and a rabbit hurry's past like he's late . I missed capturing the silver beads resting in the sunlight .The green paths did'nt let me in the rain . </span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuCuAJ1kI/AAAAAAAAARs/HnH839hvUOo/s1600-h/Yangebup+lake+131.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104247483170149954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuCuAJ1kI/AAAAAAAAARs/HnH839hvUOo/s320/Yangebup+lake+131.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>This Balga is very very old and has seen many bushfires.</strong></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Looking up on this grass tree I came up with this info :</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Xanthorrhoea drummondii shrumbs called grass trees rise above the sand plain. Aborigines named them balga, meaning "black boy," because fires often burn away the bottom leaves, leaving a humanlike silhouette. Usually balgas grow little more than an inch a year; after a fire, they can grow almost five inches in a season. The shrubs are old; they were dominant Australian vegetation when dinosaurs roamed the continents.</span><br /></span><br /></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuC-AJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7QUVCmXn6Is/s1600-h/Yangebup+lake+106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104247487465117266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuC-AJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7QUVCmXn6Is/s320/Yangebup+lake+106.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>I just love them .</strong></span> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104247496055051874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtXuDeAJ1mI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3pp9axU7sK0/s320/Yangebup+lake+124.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Taking a corner .</span><br /></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104260191978378882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtX5meAJ1oI/AAAAAAAAASM/0-7krPZTFck/s320/Yangebup+lake+115.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I lay under this dead tree and watched passing clouds.</span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104260196273346194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtX5muAJ1pI/AAAAAAAAASU/yG1Waka1hcw/s320/Yangebup+lake+030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Last few days Rainbow came .</span></strong><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104260187683411570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtX5mOAJ1nI/AAAAAAAAASE/u3aopY_xs3A/s320/yanchepbackyard+019.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">A mobile of shells hanging in space .</span></strong> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104266711738734258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtX_h-AJ1rI/AAAAAAAAASk/63H3buW7NkM/s320/yanchepbackyard+005.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">At home .</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104266707443766946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtX_huAJ1qI/AAAAAAAAASc/aHfnf_nu9Ys/s320/yanchepbackyard+009.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104266720328668898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RtX_ieAJ1uI/AAAAAAAAAS8/o60OnINQU7U/s320/mooncut11.bmp" border="0" /></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>The Moon hangs like a Chinese painting .</strong></span></p>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-37418613899723010202007-08-22T12:41:00.000+08:002007-09-01T20:23:11.578+08:00Here you cannot forget or remember<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvB7-AJ1XI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DXNBQcDbFrY/s1600-h/Yangebup+lake+057.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101405065223722466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvU4OAJ1eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6RHeVxgn6Ao/s320/ugmarco1.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Useless Guys<br /></strong><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">“The very idea that you need to be something different that you are, the idea that there is something you can get, all that was placed into you!” ......UG Krishnamurti .</span></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384238927304050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvB7-AJ1XI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DXNBQcDbFrY/s320/Yangebup+lake+057.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A reflection appearing confused</span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101409905651865106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvZR-AJ1hI/AAAAAAAAARU/uN9khVss9lw/s320/Yangebup+lake+046.jpg" border="0" />Morning walk</span></strong><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Sometimes I can wake up in the morning and feel like I have had enough. Enough of the whole thing in the sense that I have to do something to make something of myself. It is like a confused message maybe a mild depression , yet not like the one Lord <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rama">Ram</a> had (as depicted in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoga_vasistha">Yoga Vasistha</a>). That you have to show the world that you are doing right and good and on the other hand here is another world, another layer which is secret and in a lot of ways ,unspoken. It is the intimate side of seeing without having all this commentary and expectations from society or the mind. It is the silent and immediate </span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101420793393960482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvjLuAJ1iI/AAAAAAAAARc/FmqckDQk2hU/s320/Tiru07+002.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">ordinariness of just being where you are which is contented. The people I meet and friends tell me this story one way or another or they convey some secret life in bits and pieces just enough to hear before I jump in my van and go home. Either they can say 'so what!’, and in so doing, reveal some ordinariness to me . Otherwise they ride the wave of wonder and see in delight .Some great experience which arrives in this silent and never ending self. <em>This experience then disappears to absolve everything including the experience</em>.</span><span style="color:#ff6600;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">How this is known I have no idea, but can only see the path and invisible line which runs there or here.<br /></span></p></span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384260402140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvB9OAJ1aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fFGCO3dTObM/s320/Yangebup+lake+072.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">From itself to itself</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">What am I writing about? You may ask .Well it’s about what happens to us everyday, either you have a good day or you have a bad day or you have some underlying unsatisfactory feeling that lurks just there in the back ground while your having a good day :) or neither . Meanwhile I will get on with the job of being sucessful in this world. So something is missing in that ,and we have to look and see what the missing one is all about. Where is the gap gone that we have to fill? Now when we have a chance and really see.</span><br /></span><br /></span><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384251812205970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvB8uAJ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2bcPasldcnk/s320/Yangebup+lake+075.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">See Ying Yang</span></strong> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">And that means having a really good direct look at yourself, we will see or experience a place where our mouth is shut and our senses will be still and listening will be muted. Then nothing is missing and all is without words or understanding. Instead we are just as we are without any understanding. Passing all understanding as the biblical saying goes ‘the peace that passeth understanding ’.Here you cannot forget or remember anything, and your memory is not needed. So this raises another curious question can an Alzheimer patient forget themselves?<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384243222271362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvB8OAJ1YI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LYs10hjc8lY/s320/Yangebup+lake+083.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunrays<br /></span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66ff99;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">Yet aside from this you may ask how does this happen? How and what are you talking about?.......... “Of course I am happy; I’m not having midlife crisis like you are. I 'm not waiting for the love of my life. I’m just cruising along singing my song and people are very loving all the time, or I am or if I’m not I’m trying to be” ……………. "Consider the lilies of the fields" …………….I hear a voice drop into the quiet pool of my mind. I certainly have to let you know that I am not going to tell you something that you do not know. That you do know the answer is something that most teachers and masters will tell you blatantly. For example one wild and wise friend of mine has said “You are asking questions to which you already have the answers. If you did not have the answer, you could not have the question.” Or just go to any <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satsang">Satsang</a> now a days and you will hear the same message that has been told thousands of years before Christ, any good <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vedantin">Vedantin</a> will tell you “You are whole and complete as you are” already.<br /></span><br /></span></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384290466911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvB--AJ1bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eSvQRafM7xE/s320/Yangebup+lake+041.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">In the fullness is the fullness.</span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Why just look at the mantra that begins in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isha_Upanishad">Ishavasyo Upanishad</a>:<br /></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Om pUrNamadah pUrNamidam pUrNAt pUrNamudachyate pUrNasya pUrNamAdAyapUrNamevAvashiShyateOm shAntih, shAntih, shAntihi<br /></span></div></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">[Completeness is that, completeness is this,from completeness, completeness comes forth.Completeness from completeness taken away,completeness to completeness added,completeness alone remains.Peace, peace, peace!] </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101401865473086930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvR9-AJ1dI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LpdiZT3XjIw/s320/cloudsandsun+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Om<br /></strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, you are complete, whole and action less. Yet you can have a house full of books and still try to get something, to acquire; that state of unending perfect happiness. And this can never be a state you can have permanently. Yet you are already the something that you are missing, not only that, you are NOT this some thing (you are NOT separate) and this you have to find out for yourself:) To sit quietly and see is what matters and to see without seeing with a wandering mind that wants to fix and understand. To understand this you have to feel deeper than your thoughts. By feel I do not mean emotionally but to look directly at existence and plunge to where this comes from.</span> </span></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101401848293217730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvR8-AJ1cI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MQlQfoOYGT0/s320/Yangebup+lake+049.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Going to the Roots</span></strong> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101409888471995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvZQ-AJ1gI/AAAAAAAAARM/-Ipe-RfgJs4/s320/Yangebup+lake+048.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you see the infinity of yourself? Is it not unending? You cannot take away or add anything to the nature that is you. Does this mean I know more than you or that you know more than me? What am I understanding? Or is it beyond understanding.</span><br /></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101407745283315186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RsvXUOAJ1fI/AAAAAAAAARE/cfIf1waU_9o/s320/SandseaYanchep+075.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">You cannot take away or add anything</span></strong> </p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;">Looking and not looking happen within this unending nature. Expectation, unsatisfactory feelings arise in this unending vision. The appearance of coming and going can hypnotize us into believing that we are not complete .As one good friend advised me when I told him about a relationship that was not going right , “ Don’t let this ruin your holiday!” Well is this complete? It certainly looks unfinished but I can't continue further than this .</span> </span></span></p>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-61160052627320517272007-08-03T11:45:00.000+08:002007-09-01T20:26:05.497+08:00Walks Into The<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095065034370705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVOp2kt5zI/AAAAAAAAAOE/J7RkHF0vIAU/s320/Yangebup+lake+007.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">An early morning walk and I saw this .</span></strong> </span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095065017190836002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVOo2kt5yI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I1tvSM6THkI/s320/Yangebup+lake+004.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I went out after a week of rains and captured these ducks preening themselves on the lake near our home. It was great to get out after the wild seas and winds that lashed the porch .</strong><br /></span></span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094320325696284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrKpWGkt5qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/D-IjqDr_0qU/s320/Yangebup+lake+016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094334284339996354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrK2Cmkt5sI/AAAAAAAAANM/Gtt7HhIR1qw/s320/Yangebup+lake+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094334305814832882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrK2D2kt5vI/AAAAAAAAANk/eOtGepbfsJs/s320/yanchepbackyard+033.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Some more natural patterns show around the garden and I captured a micro shot of the leaves leaning quietly and at ease.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095085027443468226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVg1mkt58I/AAAAAAAAAPM/R6skD3fn6aQ/s320/SandseaYanchep+076.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Water patterns in the crystal clear shimmer .</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094341521359890194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrK8n2kt5xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PyX8Sifem30/s320/perth2denmark+110.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Above is the winding path of trees I came across when walking in the Denmark forest , I managed to capture a sense of transending into foresty silence .The friends I accompanied disappeard not to be found , alone I wandered after them .<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094321369373337266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrKqS2kt5rI/AAAAAAAAANE/eTfyHaVUDac/s320/yanchepbackyard+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>One of the many shells on the porch . Spirals upon spirals leading naturally to the center of it self .<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095067345063110482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVQwWkt51I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2rhQ752yF5E/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+045.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Walking the dog , the sea was welcome .</strong> </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095070179741525874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVTVWkt53I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KNHB5o5DpWE/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095067340768143170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVQwGkt50I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Njg0jd1m9p0/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+028.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>and contentment reigns!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095070175446558562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVTVGkt52I/AAAAAAAAAOc/49cyp9sz9m0/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+070.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>I lay down on the dune and look up through the reeds to the sky.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095070184036493186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVTVmkt54I/AAAAAAAAAOs/oCFXykn_jlQ/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+077.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And die .</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095070188331460498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVTV2kt55I/AAAAAAAAAO0/KLnG_OYxMXQ/s320/Rubybark2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Then I hear the barking of a dog !</strong></span><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095076579242796978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVZJ2kt57I/AAAAAAAAAPE/c1rynPF2qIw/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+079.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095070192626427810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RrVTWGkt56I/AAAAAAAAAO8/TqkKPm3PzVw/s320/Ruby+walk+yanchep+066.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And walk home .<br /></strong></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><br /></p>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-58748275635348420452007-07-28T08:40:00.001+08:002007-09-02T07:52:53.239+08:00Webs of Maya<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sonpvUxGL8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sonpvUxGL8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p><p>These thoughts come up after watching this ......'Sound vibrations creating form , and shapes . Thoughts are vibrations that can make a sound, The human voice .Sound as demonstrated creates patterns . Everything we look at is a pattern a shape a form and then we name it . Everything we see is made up of vibrations ....... Create a sound a thought a name you create a pattern a shape a feeling . Is 'nt that incredible ! We are so blessed ! We create all of this , We are creators . I recall a saying I read a long time ago "They themselves are the maker of themselves".Then again look and see who you are, you will find a vast open place of unfounded unbounded greatness , so far beyond all our imaginings !You are..... in between the breath ,Nobody .</p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-72125162221840197022007-07-22T16:28:00.001+08:002007-09-02T08:01:02.081+08:00Forest Walk In Denmark, Australia<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3VlWcnY-TU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3VlWcnY-TU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><p>Here is a film I put together after my trip down to Denmark . You'll see how I travelled and Flint the dog ! </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-38110603702793762912007-07-02T10:56:00.001+08:002007-09-02T07:56:01.976+08:00Full Moon Pradakshina<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCIpsDi8RCo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCIpsDi8RCo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p><p>Here is footage I shot on full moon Pradakshina by Arunachala . I decided to film walking in the Shakti direction ( that is walking against the crowd , anti clockwise). Chengam road is full of sounds as I listen through my headphones, it is very alive! At the time I was focusing on filming and oblivious to the cymbals and bells ringing around (no not my Tinnitus!) .My high frequency deafness can only get so much!The rest is visual .Hear a bell synchronizing in the end, which is perfect.</p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-32959365837252365922007-06-26T09:20:00.001+08:002007-09-02T07:58:46.690+08:00JOY !<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNijcsZCeP4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNijcsZCeP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p><p>This is one of my songs recorded in Lucknow . I wrote this song in profound contemplation while in a depression !From this stirred these words and song to lift my heart into the deepest inquiry . A voice in the mystic heart. </p></div>Mystic Shinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13334271364938675343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205479.post-32850843153066342182007-06-15T15:36:00.000+08:002007-09-01T21:30:14.631+08:00Wild Mountains To Serene Sea<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMFV9m-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Qzt1BN-NB3A/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076407079850108114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMFV9m-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Qzt1BN-NB3A/s320/mcleod+ganj+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My House from Jogiwara road (yellow building right middle)</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL779m-ZFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KveMTYJWuCI/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+331.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076396737568859218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL779m-ZFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KveMTYJWuCI/s320/mcleod+ganj+331.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Dharamsala view from Bagsu Road</strong> .<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I had to take some parting shots . Here are some of the images I left behind before the descent into the Delhi heat . I found that once I arrived there it was not as bad as I thought it would be , I had some resilience that I had from previous journeys when I lived in the Lucknow heat , which can be appalling .</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL-dtm-ZGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/26bBhTsu5qs/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+359.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076399516412699746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL-dtm-ZGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/26bBhTsu5qs/s200/mcleod+ganj+359.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL_j9m-ZII/AAAAAAAAAJU/6S_6M4uSeTg/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+362.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076400723298509954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL_j9m-ZII/AAAAAAAAAJU/6S_6M4uSeTg/s200/mcleod+ganj+362.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076400087643350130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL--9m-ZHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q58xsAuE3aY/s200/mcleod+ganj+358.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>An Aghori Baba<br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMAztm-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_mU9g2RrLlo/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+353.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076402093393077410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMAztm-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_mU9g2RrLlo/s320/mcleod+ganj+353.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMANdm-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iG8q1rXnvQ8/s1600-h/dalailamacoming.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076401436263081106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMANdm-ZJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iG8q1rXnvQ8/s320/dalailamacoming.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnJLRdm-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/-yI0wwQ7RdU/s1600-h/SandseaYanchep+004.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>HH. Dalai Lama Coming and Going</strong></span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMCQdm-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jiVnofsqj5M/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076403686825944242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMCQdm-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jiVnofsqj5M/s320/mcleod+ganj+071.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMEPdm-ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ju4AEFrIND4/s1600-h/mcleod+ganj+310.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076405868669330626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMEPdm-ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ju4AEFrIND4/s320/mcleod+ganj+310.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076412860876088594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMKmdm-ZRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yhhYz_DGilg/s320/SandseaYanchep+093.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Now I have returned from Dharamsala and the bustle of mad hot Delhi . I had to make sure I got out as there were riots on the outskirts of the city and I was'nt so sure I would make it , the Gujjars (a tribal group) were fighting for recognition from their government . But I got through , unfortunately my camera batteries where out so I could'nt catch the wild and screaming protesters as we drove past their burning effigies.</strong></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076389225671058482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL1Gtm-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/80rdat8Zclw/s320/gujjareffigyburn.jpg" border="0" /> </strong></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>(Only joking ) .........But they did actually talk and come to a resolution as I left in the taxi . It seems that my timing was good.</strong></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076205182027457522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnJNt9m-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0v11wtQnD-4/s320/SandseaYanchep+074.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong>From Zero point</strong></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076391781176599618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnL3bdm-ZEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NcUw8VDdq4A/s320/SandseaYanchep+114.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>As for Perth ... well here it is . The birds are chirping outside and the sea is ever present for me to walk upon like Jesus did . After coming back I had so much energy I could fly across the sands , I was running for a hundred meters and just amazed myself . When was the last time I did that ???</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076408604563498210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMGutm-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zeYE4eNqaeE/s320/SandseaYanchep+058.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076211628773368850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnJTlNm-ZBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1z7ybIcWMus/s320/SandseaYanchep+090.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076214094084596770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnJV0tm-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JsZjLyWrZxg/s320/SandseaYanchep+135.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076412852286153986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMKl9m-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Q5GeNVHNbeE/s320/SandseaYanchep+027.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>It is a bit strange being here after all the human contact I had in India . Because all of a sudden it is vanished in the totality of spaciousness or a solitary quietness.I have taken the task of minding a mean looking Rottweiler who is very kind .I am taking her for long walks.Yes this is my lot for Karma Yoga ! I found myself in a house by the sea , a big empty house with a lap top to play plenty of movies . </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076210361758016514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnJSbdm-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-ljDT5xnXCs/s320/geenayanchep+022.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076203051723678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnJLx9m-Y-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Qsui1SXacuQ/s320/SandseaYanchep+103.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Being surrounded by this space is overwhelming at first and even bringing up some dreadful feelings in the morning . Reading Ranjit Maharaj; he says you have to make it dance on your little finger . "Take the world as a joke, your joke. Then make that joke dance on your little finger ". So From high up in India to sea level ! Nice to see the sea again and to walk on the coast .<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076412865171055906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMKmtm-ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7z_gl5Qehvs/s320/SandseaYanchep+102.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076409695485191410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/RnMHuNm-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Am0UEQZC3K8/s320/SandseaYanchep+109.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079461707835663714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rn3fgtm-ZWI/AAAAAAAAALE/q_7Gz9Z3xuI/s320/SandseaYanchep+037.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079461686360827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rn3ffdm-ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lSsmzZiOYwk/s320/SandseaYanchep+010.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079461699245729106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rn3fgNm-ZVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t4O9SmiTgFY/s320/SandseaYanchep+023.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079461694950761794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__kE5xweDaMo/Rn3ff9m-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DKafcdAeDyE/s320/SandseaYanchep+020.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Scrolling Down?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">NOW!<br />Here is the Gap I cannot get rid of.........scroll all the way down for the NEXT post !</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">How to get rid of this gap ???? 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