The web-structure of our world is stream-lined to a blazing Supra-intilligence. An all-orchestrating fusion of self-alighed particles engaged to a slow-revolving cosmic, ever-evolving dance: "Life."
Through, the in-dwelling force of will, and visualization, those in-tune with the light-essence, sacred order, of the universe can turn any desire to reality. Each thought-ray, is a neucleus of super-dazzling quantums of light-beams.
Self-belief, re-aligns these motes of light and sound-waves that flow un-impeded through stellar and inter-stellar space. Solidifying the un-seen inner intangible into outer tangible, reality.
Dr. Einstein's insight aids immeasurably in connecting me instantly with your mind frequency: "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the musterious. It is the source of all true art and science."
Mull in mind to eschew that the so-called un-known, already "knows" all. To call it un-known is a misnomer. View, instead the limited known as a pre-faculty to asscees wisdom and light from all-knowing, un-known. The faculties making up the myopic known are a pin-head before the un-seen. So readily we refer to the known to encompass, all.It holds not even a fraction of what already resides in the un-known.
Ultimately, we may even find, that what cannot be knowm, is infinitely more revealing than all that we know. The known is a speck-like star-ship, docked to the infinity-gazing Mother Galaxy of the "un-known." Yet, from the limited dimensions of the known we must continue to seek the un-known. This thought hit me with the sharpness of a thunder-clap. What lies, just beyond, the threshold of the un-familiar urges, and beckons you to re-discover. This must not be confused with being, "out-of-sight."atahrough an adrent inquisitive and all-dold search beyond the luxury of those all-too-familiar self-limiting pastures an all-bold search to the un-known, will make some of its well-kept secrets, known.
The poet-philosopher Novalis left us this intriguing, provocative, absolutely mind-bending, thought: "All that's visible clings to the invisible, the audible to the inaudible; the tangible to the intangible; perhaps, the thinkable to the un-thinkable."I wonder if Uri Geller is reading these thoughts. Spoon-twisting, and fork-bending, doubtless, is possible by the steady application of thought's kinetic energy.Yet, more crucial realms call out and need to be altered. Recognized, and used for the forward sacred progress of mankind.
To twist or contort spoons is one thing. To exert, instead, a benificial influence and re-align consciousness to something far more altruistic, is what i stress. Pre-conceived limitation, in thought, is an area which must be given a long, hard second look. On worthier, and higher-minded pursuits must, we steadily focus our combined mental gaze.
Let not the superior-most interior-dwelling resources be frittered, frivilously, on the mundane. Turn Novalis's thought which way you like, on the kaleidoscope of consciousness and it reflects unfathomed possibliities. Beyond anything, the un-known aticulates, elucidates the un-spoken. Views the un-seen. Listens-in to the un-heard.Out of the deeper silence, emerges a small voice. You hear and intuit what is applicalble and suitable ONLY to you.You, step into a self-sown, wild-growing, self-perpetuating field of consciousness.
Where self-aware-ness blooms. As you kneel to inhale deep the fragrance of a single purple-hued flower, a wave-crest of deja vu brings you back to your subtlest Higher Sense: Every single one of those sea of flowers your are immersed in "are" "thought-blooms" you once tended in the not-so-distant past ...
In a self-sown field of awareness such as this we stroll, happily-ever-after...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
AUM SAINATH: RECALL OF BEAUTY-FILLED MOMENTS
Whatever you concentrate your attention one-pointedly upon your energy travels right there. The diamond-bright point of your focus, becomes your reality.
Conventionall, we think of "repetition" as mind-numbing. Deadening, but in a spiritual practise, repetition done with delight renews the freshness, the originality; bringing a gem-sharp brighteness of spontaneity. Doing some awareness work re-sharpens your point of perspective, immeasurably. Life, begins to fit together. The weaving becomes elegant. You, feel, the artistry moving through a web of hidden conduits.
Recall, or re-remembrance of beauty is something i have chosen, deliberately. We have become comfortable and used to the re-call of negative emotions. Zoomin-in and allowing them all-too-frequent access. Sift, through the patters that, emerge. Retain, and recognize worthwhile seed-memories. Discard, permanently unproductive thorn-seeds. Concentrate, and allow with un-divided attention your remembrance to settle upon seed-beds of faith, Grace, transcendence, or to endure. There are varied ornate Gate-Ways in consciousness. Trust that the right Gate, will, swing wide-open at a mere mental, touch.Life, stretches out from moment-to-moment, in stupendous infinitude.For me, it is from the fleeting and obvious, that the supra-transcendental, is witnessed with an all-new inner eye. I remind myself not to become complacent and take for granted, all that is mistaken for "repetition."
So each time im blessed to watch a sun-up, this truth makes its Presence felt, with enhanced intensity. We dwell in the orchard of our own actions. Each experience being the well-deserved harvest of our in-most thought.Does you consider the life-rhythym of your wave-breath or heart-beats, as monotonous, repetitive? No matter how namy times your name is repeated it will remain utterly sweet-sounding. Your heart-beats on an average 6,22,0800-tims in a single day.
Mundane or monotonous most certainly, is not a thought associated to the constant beating.
Each time i gaze upon a star-pricked heaven, it is the first. a sense of awe sweeps past me each time that i do. Listen-in to the encouragement from stars. It occurs countless times, yet, the richness, warmt and wonder-ment are only enhanced. When i see a wild-growing daisy grow out of the sidewalk cement, it impacts my senses, immeasurably.Your own appreciative "response" to the everyday ordainary sight creates a momentous difference in the quality of our earth lives. We, beauty-adoring beings, and need continually, to commune with the wonderment, within. The, "ONLY" repetition to curtail, and urgently 'drop' is the the one that shuts or blinds one to the ever-beckoning, wonders. Self-defeating worn-out imagery needs to be relegated, here-now. Drop, repeating what doesn't work for you.
The essence of real beauty may be gathered from the common-place.Such appreciation will ennoble you. The focus of a nectar-gathering bee, is never on honey, and is not honey-making the single task it performs with un-diminishing, aplomb. They hover, close-by, to flowers, naturally.Like a bee, precious half-moments, are the elixir from which we derive our deepest, meaning.
Our surface mind's tend to forget powerful memories. Most fragile its memory. Can you remember what you wore a week ago? The nine months in a Motherr' sacred womb-world we are prone to so easily, forget. Is it not strange that such a home as all-encompassing as this, that we were in-extricably attached to is forgotten so fast?
Yet, even now, listen inwardly to re-remember your most beautiful memories. Then, on the subtler wings of breath, soul-memories dulcet voice, returns, to remind you and bring to re-call the relavance and message of life-times.
A surreal field of deja vu, unbidden wafts its super-natural scent, your way. In a flash, you recall with sharp-sightedness, long-forgotten seed-memories. That field of flowers of such exceptional brightness and hues, you roam waist-deep in rapt wonder...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Conventionall, we think of "repetition" as mind-numbing. Deadening, but in a spiritual practise, repetition done with delight renews the freshness, the originality; bringing a gem-sharp brighteness of spontaneity. Doing some awareness work re-sharpens your point of perspective, immeasurably. Life, begins to fit together. The weaving becomes elegant. You, feel, the artistry moving through a web of hidden conduits.
Recall, or re-remembrance of beauty is something i have chosen, deliberately. We have become comfortable and used to the re-call of negative emotions. Zoomin-in and allowing them all-too-frequent access. Sift, through the patters that, emerge. Retain, and recognize worthwhile seed-memories. Discard, permanently unproductive thorn-seeds. Concentrate, and allow with un-divided attention your remembrance to settle upon seed-beds of faith, Grace, transcendence, or to endure. There are varied ornate Gate-Ways in consciousness. Trust that the right Gate, will, swing wide-open at a mere mental, touch.Life, stretches out from moment-to-moment, in stupendous infinitude.For me, it is from the fleeting and obvious, that the supra-transcendental, is witnessed with an all-new inner eye. I remind myself not to become complacent and take for granted, all that is mistaken for "repetition."
So each time im blessed to watch a sun-up, this truth makes its Presence felt, with enhanced intensity. We dwell in the orchard of our own actions. Each experience being the well-deserved harvest of our in-most thought.Does you consider the life-rhythym of your wave-breath or heart-beats, as monotonous, repetitive? No matter how namy times your name is repeated it will remain utterly sweet-sounding. Your heart-beats on an average 6,22,0800-tims in a single day.
Mundane or monotonous most certainly, is not a thought associated to the constant beating.
Each time i gaze upon a star-pricked heaven, it is the first. a sense of awe sweeps past me each time that i do. Listen-in to the encouragement from stars. It occurs countless times, yet, the richness, warmt and wonder-ment are only enhanced. When i see a wild-growing daisy grow out of the sidewalk cement, it impacts my senses, immeasurably.Your own appreciative "response" to the everyday ordainary sight creates a momentous difference in the quality of our earth lives. We, beauty-adoring beings, and need continually, to commune with the wonderment, within. The, "ONLY" repetition to curtail, and urgently 'drop' is the the one that shuts or blinds one to the ever-beckoning, wonders. Self-defeating worn-out imagery needs to be relegated, here-now. Drop, repeating what doesn't work for you.
The essence of real beauty may be gathered from the common-place.Such appreciation will ennoble you. The focus of a nectar-gathering bee, is never on honey, and is not honey-making the single task it performs with un-diminishing, aplomb. They hover, close-by, to flowers, naturally.Like a bee, precious half-moments, are the elixir from which we derive our deepest, meaning.
Our surface mind's tend to forget powerful memories. Most fragile its memory. Can you remember what you wore a week ago? The nine months in a Motherr' sacred womb-world we are prone to so easily, forget. Is it not strange that such a home as all-encompassing as this, that we were in-extricably attached to is forgotten so fast?
Yet, even now, listen inwardly to re-remember your most beautiful memories. Then, on the subtler wings of breath, soul-memories dulcet voice, returns, to remind you and bring to re-call the relavance and message of life-times.
A surreal field of deja vu, unbidden wafts its super-natural scent, your way. In a flash, you recall with sharp-sightedness, long-forgotten seed-memories. That field of flowers of such exceptional brightness and hues, you roam waist-deep in rapt wonder...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: THOUGHT-VIBRATIONS MIND-RAYS
"Vibrations," are the subtler mental-forces which pervade your world. Vibrations, ultimately, determine your just place in the grander scheme of things. Everything, falls with its gamut. It, is akin to a unfathomable, sacred hollow from which all that is beauty-filled can be commanded, and drawn irresistably to you. Knowingly, or un-knowingly, right up-to-now, you have, accesed every one of your experiences, directly from the sacred vibratory-field. That, you are drawn to this article, this moment, is also, through vibrations self-pulling gravitational, field.
Everything we perceive, or know is a direct result of how we access this field-of-vibrations. Should you desire, to be successful then stay close to success-minded people. If you intend to awaken the genius, inside you, keep in the vicinity with those in-tune with path-breaking ideas. Your field-of-awareness, constantly, makes you self-evolve and grow into a mirror-image of the company you keep. Thoughts, are visitors. Be-aware of your often-invited visitors. Call, only, ones that uplift. Those, that radiate untold delight, and an indescribable other-worldy fragrance.
My Father, Jangu, cited me another fascinating real-life example to demonstrate the incalculabe, utterly stupendous power that vibrations weild. Soldiers, are always required to march in-step. However, during an all-crucial occassion, a troop is categorically commanded to march "out-of-step." Should a company of troops marching even-paced over a bridge, move in perfectly step, their combined vibrational-tramp "vibe-wave" would produce apendulum swaying of the bridge. Resulting, in shaking the structure to pieces. During the building of the Bridge on the River Kwai, this was a well-documented fact. The miracle-working Biblical story about The Walls of Jerico, also, succiently reveals the magical powers in 'subtler' vibrations.Ultimately, crumbling to ruble an impregnable towering wall. Gideon, who with abiding faith had prayed to God for guidance. With concentrated unflagging super-intensity, in unision Gideon's men blew upon the shrill piercing ram's-horns; day-upon-day the combined reverberation of drums and horns wrought a "pitch" so sharp; the culminating stroke being the penetrating cry from the men. Making the walls crumble into powdery rubble.
Thought, must radiate a highly-charged frequency pitch. So thought becomes a sacred-most Mantra. That inner fervour becomes your magical incantation, ringing as a sonic-boom in-tune to the music of the spheres. This energy's in-flow and out-flow through you perennial. An all-attracting re-echo inwardly-produced, outwadly-projecting re-echo ring.
Moving, silent as a sound-wave out from your heart, to settle, into hearts near-by and a-far. Nature reveals this power of vibrations, everywhere.
A bee-hummingbird, no larger than a bumble-bee produces a breath-taking 3000 wing-beats a minute. The "whirr-humm" gives 'hummers' their name. Flying-foxes, emit low-pitched frequency beats. Sonar-waves during their all-night, far-flung navigational flights. Whales, who plumb to staggering 900-metre depths pulse soprano-like squeaks, that travel as communication signals in the subterranean abyss. Elephants produce a sound, inaudible to us, which travels over a mile. We live in an endless sea of consciousness. A universal library. A hook-up that responds, directly, to your specific thought, only. Your thought when clear, produces its own ripple-efect. Like a stone tossed into a pool. The pitch, depth, resonance, and "charge" in your thought, determine the velocity with which it reverberate and rolls like thunder across our universe.
You, were born with such collosal powers. We may not yet, be fully aware of the formidable vibrations and powers that we already self-possess. Concentrate, fully assimilate and fully re-ingest this sentence. Put the artice aside for a moment. Gaze, inward. Gradually it will self-dawn upon you. You, will 'know' how you are precisely 'where' you are. The, fact that the underlying import of this message means a great deal to you, points, to this same all-compelling domain: "VIBRATIONS". You, have self-tuned-in and brought these thoughts within your reach in a similar, manner.
It is no different to standing before your clear looking-glass mirror. It, instantly and faithfully reflects whatever is placed before it. Life, reflects a replica reality of the key thoughts you thought, up-to-now.Know, that long before we arrive at a destination, your combined quantum vibrational-field has already travelled first-class-first. Long before you even left. The crucial life-awakening, unseen, vibratory fluid, like bone-marrow is generated in you. Your own consent to each thought is paramount. Only, you have the power to accept, harbour, or veto a thought.The "outer" action is a trigger activated much later. The "cause," or self-arising thought is the key area to remain ever-vigilant with. Zoom-in to, your dominant thoughts. With a watch-ful-ness no less than a sharp-sighted falcon.
Yes, many thoughts flow-in and out. I speak of those ones that you are prone to hold on to most. Those, you repeatedly call to mind. It is from these "seeds-beds" that your future experiences will continue to take shape, evolve and an grow.
Situations, no matter how intimidating are of little consequence.Your "reaction," or dynamic "response" to them matters, most.
As surely as the self-spreading, ever-evolving rain-tree in my garden grows; from where i transmit you this message, on the subtler breath of breeze...
Cyrus jehangir Sataravalla
Everything we perceive, or know is a direct result of how we access this field-of-vibrations. Should you desire, to be successful then stay close to success-minded people. If you intend to awaken the genius, inside you, keep in the vicinity with those in-tune with path-breaking ideas. Your field-of-awareness, constantly, makes you self-evolve and grow into a mirror-image of the company you keep. Thoughts, are visitors. Be-aware of your often-invited visitors. Call, only, ones that uplift. Those, that radiate untold delight, and an indescribable other-worldy fragrance.
My Father, Jangu, cited me another fascinating real-life example to demonstrate the incalculabe, utterly stupendous power that vibrations weild. Soldiers, are always required to march in-step. However, during an all-crucial occassion, a troop is categorically commanded to march "out-of-step." Should a company of troops marching even-paced over a bridge, move in perfectly step, their combined vibrational-tramp "vibe-wave" would produce apendulum swaying of the bridge. Resulting, in shaking the structure to pieces. During the building of the Bridge on the River Kwai, this was a well-documented fact. The miracle-working Biblical story about The Walls of Jerico, also, succiently reveals the magical powers in 'subtler' vibrations.Ultimately, crumbling to ruble an impregnable towering wall. Gideon, who with abiding faith had prayed to God for guidance. With concentrated unflagging super-intensity, in unision Gideon's men blew upon the shrill piercing ram's-horns; day-upon-day the combined reverberation of drums and horns wrought a "pitch" so sharp; the culminating stroke being the penetrating cry from the men. Making the walls crumble into powdery rubble.
Thought, must radiate a highly-charged frequency pitch. So thought becomes a sacred-most Mantra. That inner fervour becomes your magical incantation, ringing as a sonic-boom in-tune to the music of the spheres. This energy's in-flow and out-flow through you perennial. An all-attracting re-echo inwardly-produced, outwadly-projecting re-echo ring.
Moving, silent as a sound-wave out from your heart, to settle, into hearts near-by and a-far. Nature reveals this power of vibrations, everywhere.
A bee-hummingbird, no larger than a bumble-bee produces a breath-taking 3000 wing-beats a minute. The "whirr-humm" gives 'hummers' their name. Flying-foxes, emit low-pitched frequency beats. Sonar-waves during their all-night, far-flung navigational flights. Whales, who plumb to staggering 900-metre depths pulse soprano-like squeaks, that travel as communication signals in the subterranean abyss. Elephants produce a sound, inaudible to us, which travels over a mile. We live in an endless sea of consciousness. A universal library. A hook-up that responds, directly, to your specific thought, only. Your thought when clear, produces its own ripple-efect. Like a stone tossed into a pool. The pitch, depth, resonance, and "charge" in your thought, determine the velocity with which it reverberate and rolls like thunder across our universe.
You, were born with such collosal powers. We may not yet, be fully aware of the formidable vibrations and powers that we already self-possess. Concentrate, fully assimilate and fully re-ingest this sentence. Put the artice aside for a moment. Gaze, inward. Gradually it will self-dawn upon you. You, will 'know' how you are precisely 'where' you are. The, fact that the underlying import of this message means a great deal to you, points, to this same all-compelling domain: "VIBRATIONS". You, have self-tuned-in and brought these thoughts within your reach in a similar, manner.
It is no different to standing before your clear looking-glass mirror. It, instantly and faithfully reflects whatever is placed before it. Life, reflects a replica reality of the key thoughts you thought, up-to-now.Know, that long before we arrive at a destination, your combined quantum vibrational-field has already travelled first-class-first. Long before you even left. The crucial life-awakening, unseen, vibratory fluid, like bone-marrow is generated in you. Your own consent to each thought is paramount. Only, you have the power to accept, harbour, or veto a thought.The "outer" action is a trigger activated much later. The "cause," or self-arising thought is the key area to remain ever-vigilant with. Zoom-in to, your dominant thoughts. With a watch-ful-ness no less than a sharp-sighted falcon.
Yes, many thoughts flow-in and out. I speak of those ones that you are prone to hold on to most. Those, you repeatedly call to mind. It is from these "seeds-beds" that your future experiences will continue to take shape, evolve and an grow.
Situations, no matter how intimidating are of little consequence.Your "reaction," or dynamic "response" to them matters, most.
As surely as the self-spreading, ever-evolving rain-tree in my garden grows; from where i transmit you this message, on the subtler breath of breeze...
Cyrus jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: ACCORD AT AN ORCHARD
In open spaces i did nothing, as it were, yet i found wondeful worlds swing open, inside. A spark was lit.One that lead me further and deeper into Nature-worship. As i communed with aleaf-tip, or listened-in to a bird sing a voice inside, re-affirmed" Cyrus, this is God.
This, is where to this moment i explore life-forms, with undiminished relish.Each, sojourn, through flower-fields, or pasture-glade brought something new. There were colours, textures and sequences that never came twice. Each became the first-time ever. This, child-like fascination i will always remember. The greater my travels, outwards, still deeper, i plumbed a parallel orchard inwards.
A strange, yet self-balancing accord.When 8-years-old, by dusk, i would head towards an other-worldly mango orchard in Mathura. There were other orchards, around. nevertheless, this one, held a special place in my heart. It had an inexplainable soul-ful-ness to it. A womb-like serenity pervades tgis orchard.'Suspension,' in a velvet limbo. Floating, in a universe so intense, it has a smell, colour and taste all its own. A secretive walk through a guava-grove, brings me, to this paradise. The trees were not tall. As marvellously, rounded.I walk waist-dep through ripening mustard. The pollen-rich flowers leave some yolk-yellow dust on my shirt. I select one tree.
The lush turquoise-green tinged mangoes dangle tantalizingly from some branches. The pervasive symphony of myriad mynas surrounds.For long i have loved, the heart-felt salutation that birds transmit as dusk descends. A sound, quite like no other. A melodious chirrup-chatter. I listen-in, rapt, as the birds commune.There is no formal prayer-book. Or, prayer-rug. Yet, all around deep-felt all-encompassing, prayer-notes. A million notes inter-mingle. Each, self-sutures into 'one' pervasive chord-strum. Innumerable song-birds must be half-hidden, within the enchanted orchard. The cherubic notes are woven-in to a sublime at-one-ness. I sense it a sacred confluence.
A re-merging of the many life-forms, around.Suddenly, from dep within those dark trees, sound-waves resonate. A soundless-sound. The grove is chanting the seed-syllable, AUM.Each, note embraces and twines around the other. They merge to settle as a single-sounding chime. One, that defies conscious discription. The supre-energy at this orchard is one i will never forget. Then before one can even know it, an unspeakable hush alights, silent, as a butterfly upon a flower. The orchard becomes, still. A force MORE alive i have seldom known. A single ;eaf-blade flutters to bring with it the scent of far-away fields.Reminding me of my own life-breath. Rejuvination, i witness unimpeded.
A deep accord bonds, mates me to the trees. Im able to sense the rise and fall of free-flowing sap in the tree-trunks.This is the only meditation that i have come to know.Throughout my school-days, during class, this orchard danced in my mind.During the ordeal of formal class i could intuit the sweet-breath of the ever-beckoning orchard. Salt-and-chilly neatly folded in my pocket. In advance. Night, suited me best. By day the orchard was well-guarded as Fort Knox. So, it seemed to me then. As i look back it was not so much to eat the mangoes, as to sense the magic that vibrated around that grove. One from asecret Never-Never land.As i lift the turquoise finely-meshed netting and enter a universe that i love.
The night pulsed its mystery. Everything shone with the bright luminous blue, of moon-light. It was as if there was fresh blue-paint on the tree-tops.In this blue-tinged landscape my soul wanders, as from another earth. And everything, seems, to fall in place. It is almost what you expected from the very beginning....
The taut darkening leaves, sough. With one eye on the farmer cob-thatched hut, i select the best mango. Under the immensity of a star-pricked sky the thrill of each bite to-die-for...THAT mango-taste re-returns with added intensity. Remains. Just as it was way back, then... A part of the orchard alive, in me. A part of me surely, hovers, there...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
This, is where to this moment i explore life-forms, with undiminished relish.Each, sojourn, through flower-fields, or pasture-glade brought something new. There were colours, textures and sequences that never came twice. Each became the first-time ever. This, child-like fascination i will always remember. The greater my travels, outwards, still deeper, i plumbed a parallel orchard inwards.
A strange, yet self-balancing accord.When 8-years-old, by dusk, i would head towards an other-worldly mango orchard in Mathura. There were other orchards, around. nevertheless, this one, held a special place in my heart. It had an inexplainable soul-ful-ness to it. A womb-like serenity pervades tgis orchard.'Suspension,' in a velvet limbo. Floating, in a universe so intense, it has a smell, colour and taste all its own. A secretive walk through a guava-grove, brings me, to this paradise. The trees were not tall. As marvellously, rounded.I walk waist-dep through ripening mustard. The pollen-rich flowers leave some yolk-yellow dust on my shirt. I select one tree.
The lush turquoise-green tinged mangoes dangle tantalizingly from some branches. The pervasive symphony of myriad mynas surrounds.For long i have loved, the heart-felt salutation that birds transmit as dusk descends. A sound, quite like no other. A melodious chirrup-chatter. I listen-in, rapt, as the birds commune.There is no formal prayer-book. Or, prayer-rug. Yet, all around deep-felt all-encompassing, prayer-notes. A million notes inter-mingle. Each, self-sutures into 'one' pervasive chord-strum. Innumerable song-birds must be half-hidden, within the enchanted orchard. The cherubic notes are woven-in to a sublime at-one-ness. I sense it a sacred confluence.
A re-merging of the many life-forms, around.Suddenly, from dep within those dark trees, sound-waves resonate. A soundless-sound. The grove is chanting the seed-syllable, AUM.Each, note embraces and twines around the other. They merge to settle as a single-sounding chime. One, that defies conscious discription. The supre-energy at this orchard is one i will never forget. Then before one can even know it, an unspeakable hush alights, silent, as a butterfly upon a flower. The orchard becomes, still. A force MORE alive i have seldom known. A single ;eaf-blade flutters to bring with it the scent of far-away fields.Reminding me of my own life-breath. Rejuvination, i witness unimpeded.
A deep accord bonds, mates me to the trees. Im able to sense the rise and fall of free-flowing sap in the tree-trunks.This is the only meditation that i have come to know.Throughout my school-days, during class, this orchard danced in my mind.During the ordeal of formal class i could intuit the sweet-breath of the ever-beckoning orchard. Salt-and-chilly neatly folded in my pocket. In advance. Night, suited me best. By day the orchard was well-guarded as Fort Knox. So, it seemed to me then. As i look back it was not so much to eat the mangoes, as to sense the magic that vibrated around that grove. One from asecret Never-Never land.As i lift the turquoise finely-meshed netting and enter a universe that i love.
The night pulsed its mystery. Everything shone with the bright luminous blue, of moon-light. It was as if there was fresh blue-paint on the tree-tops.In this blue-tinged landscape my soul wanders, as from another earth. And everything, seems, to fall in place. It is almost what you expected from the very beginning....
The taut darkening leaves, sough. With one eye on the farmer cob-thatched hut, i select the best mango. Under the immensity of a star-pricked sky the thrill of each bite to-die-for...THAT mango-taste re-returns with added intensity. Remains. Just as it was way back, then... A part of the orchard alive, in me. A part of me surely, hovers, there...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: START HERE-NOW
i was barely four when my Father 'Jangu' seeded my impressionable soul with a stark message of stupendous dream-fulfilling power that to this moment, it's immeasurable impact remains emblazoned with reverance upon my brain: "When the sun-fire in your "will" glows strong enough, rivers can be squeezed from a stone."
Water steadily smoothens a stone one is conversant with. That, rivers can and must be wrought from a stone is quite something else.
Like a tiger you hold unsurpassed power, strength and mystery. Huge hidden reserves, surge, silent in you. The life in a tiger and its will to live is unimaginable. Life may leave the tigher, yet, a tiger never abandons life. Such a valiant tiger lies coiled in you; ready to leap in one awesome bound directly onto the back your destiny. You too are majestic and undisputed master of your purpose. Whatever your goals may be, such a supreme confidence is the one to hone, re-sharpen and cultivate to a laser-sharpened point.
To find a compelling future, pursue your present-moment goals with ferocious intensity. Act, until you achieve. Your resolve must coincide and be constant with your core set of ingrained beliefs. A spirit-self and super-will are there for each of us. What, you shape from these determines your destiny. Any cause for which you hold a "magnificent awareness," and believe with white-heat faith has a potental to catapult you far.Be hundred percent sure of your magic, inside.Now-ness, is magic. Millions nurse a flickering dream but never stoke and ignite it til it bursts into an unstoppable far-spreading flame.
Merely musing i-wish-had, i-hope-to will accomplish nothing concrete of their own. Think, how will you know if you can paint that picture, run that Marathon, start that long-desired business, earn that degree, orate that speech, write that magnum opus, win that race, bake that beautifully-made souffle; catch that long-dreamt fish; or build that doll's-house cottage, unless you gird yourself and START here-now.
Your "willingness-to-do" and resolute "yearning-to-be" cut across all lines. The indomitable "I-can I-will" spirit is the greatest common factor in varied accomplishments be it earning a PhD; aiding destitute children, becoming a Five-star General, or riding a winner at Churchill Downes. Most vital is that you must INTEND it deeply. That un-bending INTENT in you is a most powerful self-operative generator, to urge you on. Give yourself the key permission to thermal-dive headlong into the slip-stream of what you yearned-for; and believed you wanted more than anything else in the world since you were four.
You, are opportunity, and you must knock on the window-pane leading to your destiny. In 1942 imagine if Colombus had said: "The weather is treacherous and stormy. Better to abort sailing out till it clears." Do not surrender to your dificulties. Instead with a stoutest heart follow with diligence the star-lit path of your myriad assets. Expect, at all times greatness from you. Settle, only for the finest life has to offer. It is your heritage and divine destiny that tells you to think well of yourself. The next time you catchyourself daydreaming about someone or something coming to you, stop yourself, and resolve to do yourself whatever is necessary to bring it about.
For the world to beat a direct pathway to your door-step, it can ONLY do so after it discovers who you are. Where you can be reached. You, dear reader must first let it know you are here, and that you are eager to give off your hard-learnt talent. Instead of relying on luck, go-ahead and make your own.Your talent may be enormous. Yet, talent and potential un-anounced to the rest of the world is wasted. Resist the tendency that things will happen and instead "make-them-happen." A great feeling to cary is that the centre of the universe, is, in your heart. You carry that point wherever you go.
Above all during trying times do not stop trying.
The world's greatest-ever tap-dancer to this day arguably, remains, Fred Astaire. In 1933 the M.G.M. casting Director wrote these deregatory lines about Astaire: "Can't act, slightly bald; can dance a little." Imagine if Fred had taken those lines to heart?Remember, you do not fail at anything. You, are producing different RESULTS.
I derive encouragement from I.B.M. founder Thomas Watson's; "To succeed double your failure rate." I might add to that, don't repeat the same failure more than once.
Fortune favours the prepared mind.
CyrusJehangir Sataravalla
Water steadily smoothens a stone one is conversant with. That, rivers can and must be wrought from a stone is quite something else.
Like a tiger you hold unsurpassed power, strength and mystery. Huge hidden reserves, surge, silent in you. The life in a tiger and its will to live is unimaginable. Life may leave the tigher, yet, a tiger never abandons life. Such a valiant tiger lies coiled in you; ready to leap in one awesome bound directly onto the back your destiny. You too are majestic and undisputed master of your purpose. Whatever your goals may be, such a supreme confidence is the one to hone, re-sharpen and cultivate to a laser-sharpened point.
To find a compelling future, pursue your present-moment goals with ferocious intensity. Act, until you achieve. Your resolve must coincide and be constant with your core set of ingrained beliefs. A spirit-self and super-will are there for each of us. What, you shape from these determines your destiny. Any cause for which you hold a "magnificent awareness," and believe with white-heat faith has a potental to catapult you far.Be hundred percent sure of your magic, inside.Now-ness, is magic. Millions nurse a flickering dream but never stoke and ignite it til it bursts into an unstoppable far-spreading flame.
Merely musing i-wish-had, i-hope-to will accomplish nothing concrete of their own. Think, how will you know if you can paint that picture, run that Marathon, start that long-desired business, earn that degree, orate that speech, write that magnum opus, win that race, bake that beautifully-made souffle; catch that long-dreamt fish; or build that doll's-house cottage, unless you gird yourself and START here-now.
Your "willingness-to-do" and resolute "yearning-to-be" cut across all lines. The indomitable "I-can I-will" spirit is the greatest common factor in varied accomplishments be it earning a PhD; aiding destitute children, becoming a Five-star General, or riding a winner at Churchill Downes. Most vital is that you must INTEND it deeply. That un-bending INTENT in you is a most powerful self-operative generator, to urge you on. Give yourself the key permission to thermal-dive headlong into the slip-stream of what you yearned-for; and believed you wanted more than anything else in the world since you were four.
You, are opportunity, and you must knock on the window-pane leading to your destiny. In 1942 imagine if Colombus had said: "The weather is treacherous and stormy. Better to abort sailing out till it clears." Do not surrender to your dificulties. Instead with a stoutest heart follow with diligence the star-lit path of your myriad assets. Expect, at all times greatness from you. Settle, only for the finest life has to offer. It is your heritage and divine destiny that tells you to think well of yourself. The next time you catchyourself daydreaming about someone or something coming to you, stop yourself, and resolve to do yourself whatever is necessary to bring it about.
For the world to beat a direct pathway to your door-step, it can ONLY do so after it discovers who you are. Where you can be reached. You, dear reader must first let it know you are here, and that you are eager to give off your hard-learnt talent. Instead of relying on luck, go-ahead and make your own.Your talent may be enormous. Yet, talent and potential un-anounced to the rest of the world is wasted. Resist the tendency that things will happen and instead "make-them-happen." A great feeling to cary is that the centre of the universe, is, in your heart. You carry that point wherever you go.
Above all during trying times do not stop trying.
The world's greatest-ever tap-dancer to this day arguably, remains, Fred Astaire. In 1933 the M.G.M. casting Director wrote these deregatory lines about Astaire: "Can't act, slightly bald; can dance a little." Imagine if Fred had taken those lines to heart?Remember, you do not fail at anything. You, are producing different RESULTS.
I derive encouragement from I.B.M. founder Thomas Watson's; "To succeed double your failure rate." I might add to that, don't repeat the same failure more than once.
Fortune favours the prepared mind.
CyrusJehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: JUST "ONE" IDEA
Virginia Woolf, once said that the challenge of a writer, was not to change the world, but provide each reader with just "ONE" all-provocative thought to write down, place upon their mantle-piece, or, mull over and eschew in mind.
If, you have found even One life-changing spark to contemplate upon, from our time together, you are off to a splendid start. A launch to the transforming authenticity in you. A single such spirit-spark, is sufficeint to take in, on any given day.Friends, often ask which my best-loved books and influences are. Your eye and memory for everdday detail via the intimacies of experiences must combine to become an unforgettable memorabilia. A timeless idea breathes one trait, that ordainary ideas might not. It does beautifully a single thing of unparalleled significence: Great ideas seep, deep, down into ones bones. It takes many years to get the sound out of our system; the sight out your eyes. Or, the smell out of your nostrils. Nor, yet the memory out of your mind. A good enough idea in the long run finds its own readers. People who believe in it because they cannot help believe it.
Remember, you need not attempt to use all the myriad pathways and ideas to success. Walking down just one fir-lined trail, most meaningful and conducive to your growth may be all you need, to elicit constant encouragement, and work wonders in your life. Do not be too concerned if the flames of your desire give off little heat, as you begin. Their temperature will rise, gradually, as you begin to recognize how you can still accomplish in the moments with you.As you come to more fully appreciate thoughts power to draw, you come to a deeper intuitive aware-ness; an iridescencnt spectrum. An explosion of colours never-before-witnessed. Some, use these strands with the time alloted to create remarkable structures that glow phosphorescent. Luminour lives that inspire, instantly.A mere touch, and one is re-charged. Such ones hold the lightening-rod that activates and governs a forward-seeing momentum and progress. A super-natural cosmic energy crackles a response in all they touch, say or do. As though the God's shower them with a hidden secret power.
Your, own, "response" to life's experiences is what ultimately matters. Life, is determined at the sacred confluence of your response. The re-play of each response, that you entertain, is the are to remain watchful of. For instance you may not be happy with the 100 golf-ball shots you executed. View, them in perspective as 100 seperate RESULTS.
So re-view every thought as a response. Your response-mechanism is the only quantum that may be off-balance, within. Power at all moments surges with you. So irrespective of your situations, your response alone holds awesome potency.Find out your constant inner response. The dialogue might take you by surprise.The gift of anticipation and suspense remains a cherished gift available to us. The unexpected, makes our lives more invigorating. In the next all-pregnant moment anything could transpire, to change the entire direction of your life powerfully. Trying to imitate another, is to miss the soul-ful magic in you. Nectar-gathering bees do not plunder flowers. They, bring far in excess to what they appear to take-off with.
Those heaven-sent visitors propagate and successfully re-pollinate myriad meadow-pastures with a profusion of more fructose-filled flowers. You, "sense" the uncanny inter-wovenness, the delicate web-strands of your web-work. Beyond, every plane exists an intangible, not outwardly-apparent, but inwardly-sensed all-encompassing factor: "Character." Most invigorating, all-compelling is the cosmic charge woven-in to character. Be it an emperor, the man-on-the street, or a tramp; character has no favourites. Like the sun it is for all to absorb, inwardly. Character, has nothing whatsoever to do with the outward wealth, or the trappings of power. With this trait you resonate with a diamond-like brilliance. A sharpness, like the sun self-radiates from you.
Through it all things are yours. Without it absolutely nothing, of true long-lasting value can be attained.What Formula 1 is to the speed-aces. Or, opera is to La Scala, character is to life itself... Your inner treasure-trove...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
If, you have found even One life-changing spark to contemplate upon, from our time together, you are off to a splendid start. A launch to the transforming authenticity in you. A single such spirit-spark, is sufficeint to take in, on any given day.Friends, often ask which my best-loved books and influences are. Your eye and memory for everdday detail via the intimacies of experiences must combine to become an unforgettable memorabilia. A timeless idea breathes one trait, that ordainary ideas might not. It does beautifully a single thing of unparalleled significence: Great ideas seep, deep, down into ones bones. It takes many years to get the sound out of our system; the sight out your eyes. Or, the smell out of your nostrils. Nor, yet the memory out of your mind. A good enough idea in the long run finds its own readers. People who believe in it because they cannot help believe it.
Remember, you need not attempt to use all the myriad pathways and ideas to success. Walking down just one fir-lined trail, most meaningful and conducive to your growth may be all you need, to elicit constant encouragement, and work wonders in your life. Do not be too concerned if the flames of your desire give off little heat, as you begin. Their temperature will rise, gradually, as you begin to recognize how you can still accomplish in the moments with you.As you come to more fully appreciate thoughts power to draw, you come to a deeper intuitive aware-ness; an iridescencnt spectrum. An explosion of colours never-before-witnessed. Some, use these strands with the time alloted to create remarkable structures that glow phosphorescent. Luminour lives that inspire, instantly.A mere touch, and one is re-charged. Such ones hold the lightening-rod that activates and governs a forward-seeing momentum and progress. A super-natural cosmic energy crackles a response in all they touch, say or do. As though the God's shower them with a hidden secret power.
Your, own, "response" to life's experiences is what ultimately matters. Life, is determined at the sacred confluence of your response. The re-play of each response, that you entertain, is the are to remain watchful of. For instance you may not be happy with the 100 golf-ball shots you executed. View, them in perspective as 100 seperate RESULTS.
So re-view every thought as a response. Your response-mechanism is the only quantum that may be off-balance, within. Power at all moments surges with you. So irrespective of your situations, your response alone holds awesome potency.Find out your constant inner response. The dialogue might take you by surprise.The gift of anticipation and suspense remains a cherished gift available to us. The unexpected, makes our lives more invigorating. In the next all-pregnant moment anything could transpire, to change the entire direction of your life powerfully. Trying to imitate another, is to miss the soul-ful magic in you. Nectar-gathering bees do not plunder flowers. They, bring far in excess to what they appear to take-off with.
Those heaven-sent visitors propagate and successfully re-pollinate myriad meadow-pastures with a profusion of more fructose-filled flowers. You, "sense" the uncanny inter-wovenness, the delicate web-strands of your web-work. Beyond, every plane exists an intangible, not outwardly-apparent, but inwardly-sensed all-encompassing factor: "Character." Most invigorating, all-compelling is the cosmic charge woven-in to character. Be it an emperor, the man-on-the street, or a tramp; character has no favourites. Like the sun it is for all to absorb, inwardly. Character, has nothing whatsoever to do with the outward wealth, or the trappings of power. With this trait you resonate with a diamond-like brilliance. A sharpness, like the sun self-radiates from you.
Through it all things are yours. Without it absolutely nothing, of true long-lasting value can be attained.What Formula 1 is to the speed-aces. Or, opera is to La Scala, character is to life itself... Your inner treasure-trove...
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Saturday, May 24, 2008
AUM SAINATH: 6-INCHES OF INNER-SPACE
We dream with our eyes shut-tight. However, to dream when they are "wide-open," is what i out-flow to you now. A Rolls-Royce, receives its spark, from deep inside the heart of its cavernous engine. Why, then, does man search outward, when the "spark" of insight dwells, inside?
Through self-mastery over the tiny 6-inches of inner-space in-between the ears you hold the all-compelling golden self-attracting key-insight to every conquest over outer-space. Triumphs, are in your own mind. The crucial count-down is here. Costellations, and star-spangled galaxies, many undiscovered. Of exceptional, beauty spin on an ellicptical course within the reach of your own mind.
Tiny, outwardly insignificent beings, utterly capable of influencing, our cosmos in a manner utterly profound as well. The so-called 6-inches in your mind are never static, or, isolated. They, effortlessly, 'in the blink of an eye' re-connect with the super-conscious far-reaching horizon horizon of infinity. All that you dreamt-of is "drawn", from your in-dwelling horizon vista. The greater part of life, in reality, is an inner-sensed one. A moments mind-ful-ness will reveal life, is lived inside out. Not the other way around. We tend to place greater emphasis on the outer visible world of form. Whereas formidable incalculabe power exists in the metaphysical realm of thought.
Our most meaningful and mystical, absolutely inexpressable truths transpire, and grow, in he feeling inner invisible universe. No man-made meters can fathom what transpires in thought. When a sun-up instills rapture, it is this intangible 6-inch key-spot that "speaks." So astounding is this nebulous realm that one touched, by a certain insight, no matter how fleeting, its charm never fades. Our lifetimes are influenced and imbibe untold meaning from THAT single source: What you tell yourself inside. Touch yourself, inside, but once and you aslo caress in a flash the msterious moons around far-flung Jupiter.Eschew and contemplate for a moment: Situations or circumstances do not empower, deplete, or make you. They, in truth accurately reveal the in-most nature of your thoughts.
Your own "response", to life is the constant link-cord you carry. To make you sense that top-of-the-world elation, or abysmal dejected low. This is the great fertile learning-ground to till, seed, and tend with hybrid thoughts.
Our entire thought processes and feeling are a series of photographic images which flow unimpered through the mind. Our imaging faculty is a process by which we create mental-pictures in our mind's-eye. A process by which you envision and formlate goals within, long before they are actualized.As you read these ideas, image-pictures form in your mind. All that we do, say, read, write, dream, or intuit, evolve as thoughts in mind. Thoughts, form a corresponding mental-picture on our screens. We, produce and direct the pictures that run through our mind.
These, picture govern our attitudesand performance. One truth i have come upon is to keep upper-most in mind a vivid picture of circumstances as you actually want them to be. We, often do just the reverse.Beyond, everything we are solely responsibe for the pictures we run through the sky-way of consciousness.What is true for you in the quiet of your private heart, is also true for all mankind.
What One who is aware hears, senses, others simultaneously intuit. The most potent source available is the one of Vibrations. The translation of 'Mantra' in Sanskrit is "instrument of thought." All that you are up-to-now arrives on the beam of this key-instrument. Look upon thought as this great musical instrument you are born with. Its strings most sensitive. Through prolonged practise our mind's must slowly be trained, to become like a finely-tuned instrument. Able, to freely vibrate to the hidden primordial impulses that govern the breath-rhythym of our universe. The subconscious must undergo a prolonged learning, until the thinking individual is able to merge, as naturally as fragrance in a lotus. Dissapearing, into the object of his thought, into the eternal.
Directly, into the sacred, reverberating, seed-syllabe, AUM. The truly Great Ones pass through our world, unknown. Such Ones, have assimilated, and so deeply inwardly ingested the sacredness of thought; that should such a One be shut in a far-flug cave and think One clear thought; then the resultant re-echo, reverberation resonance of that ONE thought will ring across the known and unknown universes as a dulcet chime.
Its bell-like vibratory high-frequency ring will journey through the mountain-ranges, plumb the oceans, past the heavens, penetrating the deepest deserts; ultimtely reside as a gift-ray, in-dwelling as the cosmic motor in the heart of man... for eternity.
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Through self-mastery over the tiny 6-inches of inner-space in-between the ears you hold the all-compelling golden self-attracting key-insight to every conquest over outer-space. Triumphs, are in your own mind. The crucial count-down is here. Costellations, and star-spangled galaxies, many undiscovered. Of exceptional, beauty spin on an ellicptical course within the reach of your own mind.
Tiny, outwardly insignificent beings, utterly capable of influencing, our cosmos in a manner utterly profound as well. The so-called 6-inches in your mind are never static, or, isolated. They, effortlessly, 'in the blink of an eye' re-connect with the super-conscious far-reaching horizon horizon of infinity. All that you dreamt-of is "drawn", from your in-dwelling horizon vista. The greater part of life, in reality, is an inner-sensed one. A moments mind-ful-ness will reveal life, is lived inside out. Not the other way around. We tend to place greater emphasis on the outer visible world of form. Whereas formidable incalculabe power exists in the metaphysical realm of thought.
Our most meaningful and mystical, absolutely inexpressable truths transpire, and grow, in he feeling inner invisible universe. No man-made meters can fathom what transpires in thought. When a sun-up instills rapture, it is this intangible 6-inch key-spot that "speaks." So astounding is this nebulous realm that one touched, by a certain insight, no matter how fleeting, its charm never fades. Our lifetimes are influenced and imbibe untold meaning from THAT single source: What you tell yourself inside. Touch yourself, inside, but once and you aslo caress in a flash the msterious moons around far-flung Jupiter.Eschew and contemplate for a moment: Situations or circumstances do not empower, deplete, or make you. They, in truth accurately reveal the in-most nature of your thoughts.
Your own "response", to life is the constant link-cord you carry. To make you sense that top-of-the-world elation, or abysmal dejected low. This is the great fertile learning-ground to till, seed, and tend with hybrid thoughts.
Our entire thought processes and feeling are a series of photographic images which flow unimpered through the mind. Our imaging faculty is a process by which we create mental-pictures in our mind's-eye. A process by which you envision and formlate goals within, long before they are actualized.As you read these ideas, image-pictures form in your mind. All that we do, say, read, write, dream, or intuit, evolve as thoughts in mind. Thoughts, form a corresponding mental-picture on our screens. We, produce and direct the pictures that run through our mind.
These, picture govern our attitudesand performance. One truth i have come upon is to keep upper-most in mind a vivid picture of circumstances as you actually want them to be. We, often do just the reverse.Beyond, everything we are solely responsibe for the pictures we run through the sky-way of consciousness.What is true for you in the quiet of your private heart, is also true for all mankind.
What One who is aware hears, senses, others simultaneously intuit. The most potent source available is the one of Vibrations. The translation of 'Mantra' in Sanskrit is "instrument of thought." All that you are up-to-now arrives on the beam of this key-instrument. Look upon thought as this great musical instrument you are born with. Its strings most sensitive. Through prolonged practise our mind's must slowly be trained, to become like a finely-tuned instrument. Able, to freely vibrate to the hidden primordial impulses that govern the breath-rhythym of our universe. The subconscious must undergo a prolonged learning, until the thinking individual is able to merge, as naturally as fragrance in a lotus. Dissapearing, into the object of his thought, into the eternal.
Directly, into the sacred, reverberating, seed-syllabe, AUM. The truly Great Ones pass through our world, unknown. Such Ones, have assimilated, and so deeply inwardly ingested the sacredness of thought; that should such a One be shut in a far-flug cave and think One clear thought; then the resultant re-echo, reverberation resonance of that ONE thought will ring across the known and unknown universes as a dulcet chime.
Its bell-like vibratory high-frequency ring will journey through the mountain-ranges, plumb the oceans, past the heavens, penetrating the deepest deserts; ultimtely reside as a gift-ray, in-dwelling as the cosmic motor in the heart of man... for eternity.
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
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