Divinity, is ebmbedded in you. An indescribable iredescence as in mother-of-pearl. You, carry it wherever you go. As you do D.N.A. As a coconut carries its kernel. As pollen 'clings' to nectar-gathering bee's.
Might one search, a-far, for ones finger-print, pattern? Like a bull yoked to a plough-share, from moment-to-moment you are self-saturated, intimately, by that Force hidden, within. Like the glitter in a dragon-fly wing, the sparkle of certain moments is, immeasurable.
On the wing-breath of deja vu, you, instinctively recall your most stunning, spiritually-loaded memories. Thought, is your probiscus. Through it you sip, lustily off your happily-ever-after, moments.
Sunbirds, i will always adore. Intesely active in the ever-evolving fury of their flight, they put out more enrgy, for their teeney-weeny size, than any creature that i know. For me, this avian wonder-bird, brings something all-new. Their dulcet calls as they plunge deeper, yet, into fructose-loaded fuschia blossoms; half-hidden from view.As i marvel at the exuberance of their whirr-buzz, and forawrd-aft flight im reminded of an astonishing truth, that they have adapted to with praise-worthy prowess. Remarkable aplomb. A feat that these birds of arresting, most enviable plumage so valiantly, stoically must face up to.
For sustenance, this prodigious, pint-sized dynamo must, daily, sip a required amount of nectar from the honey-saturated flower-shrubs. Or, drop dead.
The "hummer" is acutely aware of this nectar-gathering, life-determining need. To fuel their miniature but super-efficient furnaces, some sun-birds eat half their weight in sugar daily, along with vital proteins in the form of of speck-sized insects, and the odd aperetif of, a fruit-fly. Measured in human terms, this food in-take is the equivalent of 285-pounds a day. So this fiesty sun-adoring creature sets about to meet its challenge with characteristic, self-reliance, and inherent resplendence. Precious, moisture is drawn from the all-valuable half-moment at hand.
The very reason they "decide" to hover, and stay all-close to those life-enhansing blossoms. The Cuban bee hummingbird is often mistaken for a bumble-bee. The smallest of the small. Its weight a mere 2-grams. It behoves and speaks of an intilligence that is not just a-blaze. Its in-dwelling self-aware-ness demonstrates a force beyond super-focus, to a realm we humans, speak about, in whispers: Satori or En-light-en-ment.As i marvel at them dive-bomb, effortlessly in and out flower's, i shudder runs down my spine. No text-book, or out-of-the-box method do they need, to study. They, are self-absorded, Naturally. Their point of focus, is concentrated ONLY, at what they are MEANT, to do.
Its truth is a poignent reminder most of all, to, me. It is geared for superb flight, ONLY. Never in my own life-time have i seen a sunbird sit, or walk on the ground. Never ever. But, just look at how adroitly, they have compensated this shortfall, of being denied to hop-about; as other birds do. So, they learnt to make up for it. They rechanneled their super-abundance, elsewhere. Making, the never-ending sky their home-sweet-home.
They demonstrate to thrive and flourish and re-sound with whatever you have.A trait i deeply revere and so admire. Something in the bird's honeyed chirp exhorts: "Who cares if i can't hop, just watch me fly." A promise they have lived upto entirely. They are, for instance, the only birds that can fly back-wards, side-ways. Self-balance, and hover motionless, in mid-air like a miniature helicopter for indefinite, periods.
Their wing-beats accomplish double duty. Most birds derive power only on the down-stroke of the wing. Humming-birds derive it on the up-stroke as well. Hummers have self-adapted themselves to remain ever-happy, withstanding, the rigours of high-G flight manoeuvers.They are exceptionally fiesty birds and dive-bomb menacing hawks, 100-times their size. You, need not wander or search far for what already is in you. Outward, search only takes you further away, from home. Home, is where your heart is gathered. Your ability to immerse the needle-point of focus, far and deep into the heart of your moments, is where you can suck deep-felt lung-fulls of an ambrosia utterly divine...Drink deep draughts from the flower-moments around you.
Hover atop, ONLY those moments that are spiritually-loaded. Which hold deeper spiritual significence to you. Such are your cherished Haiku-like moments. Ones, you will find yourself returning to time and again. As a bird, must, to its nest.
A Zen Garden such as this of over-flowing simplicity you have carried since you where born. Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
AUM SAINATH; IRRESISTIBLE HIGH-G PULL OF GREAT A DREAM
"...There's more to us than surgeons can remove. So much more that we were born to do... On a Clear Day rise and look around you and the glow of your being out-shines every star..." This one-liner from Frank Sinatra's 'On a Clear Day" holds incalculabe encouragemet, and breathes unparalled meaning, to me. In-between the lines is a parallel universe...
There is a loving Source, a sower of dreams, just waiting to be asked to guide and aid you make your impossible dreams true.When you ask the Creator for any gift ensure it is of superb magnificence. High-minded and most worthy. From dreams of such magnitude you develop a mighty all-compelling prowess. Of such such a heavenly latitude must be the immensity of your dream, that you, instinctly need to call upon the aid of THAT Higher Force. Let not just man be witness to the magnitude of your dream. Permit, far-flung stars to half-blink and acknowledge in awe your after-glow.Over and above the human super-will, incesantly, self-operates the Divine Supernal Will.
To activate the all-compelling super-conscious Law of accomplishment seek divine aid and insight in all you do.In such a fervent call, arrives a gravity-defying, utterly devastating cosmic voltage. It is such a two-way chanel's Presence that you make yourself completely, available. In all moments, be entirely aware, that it is never you, who can use THAT power, as making yourself available and in-tune, to permitting THAT power to "use you." If you believe then with a faith-filled heart go-ahaed and ask. The devotion, with which you ask the all-listening Infinite is the receiving-line upon which God Answers, Directly.
Remember, it is certain, especially when it seems impossible. Just as we dream dreams, life is also a dream dreaming us.
Shakespeare says it well: "We are such stuff, As dreams are made of, And our little life, Is rounded with a sleep." You are in possession of an unfathomable, superior-most, lightening rod of human progress, when your dream crackles with the secret cosmic charge to benifit all life. Little dreams are the dreams that people have about their own lives. Great dreams are the gravity-defying, epoch-making dreams that powerfully influence and meaningfully impact the lives of, "all" people.Deep-felt dreams are too powerful to ignore. They, come into consciousness with a stark, suddenness that can take one completely off-balance by surprise. At first, it might seem the dream is far-flung, in the back-of-beyond, half-hideden hazy distance. Yet, they can loom up and jolt you with uncanny super-Natural swiftness.
A flickering spark on the distant horizon, till its deeply-glowing jewel-bright luminescence gets brighter each moment, before an eye-blink it is upon you.Dreams, can, at times self-spring as if from out of nowhere. The, element of surprise is never far. Dreams, of such intensity leap upon you with the fierceness, vitality and certitude of a tiger.Deeply-orchestrated dreams are jewel-bright and magnetize, self-illumine, instantly. Similar to the irresistable, ferocious, pull a deep-sea angler senses when a 1500-lb Blue Marlin takes hold of the lure.
So powerful is the "pull" of a marlin that it can easily wrench the angler right out from his strapped-in chair. When you have a dream no less momentous and life-touching at the other end of your "Thought-Line", trust me, for you will know most certainly. Such are the kind of dreams to fervently cast for with devout diligence, and supreme faith. In the vastness of the ocean of consciousness.
Remember, you cast, ONLY, for that one all-compellign dream. The sea of thoughts hold an array of dreams. You, must be in a deed-centered accord with th specific, thought you wish to hook-in to.In shallow mind's the fingerlings of small thoughts are prone to create commotion. In oceanic mind's the whales of insight cause not even a ripple-crest....
Find out what long-overdue promises to yourself are gathering cobwebs in some long-forgotten corridor of your mind. Bring those seed-dreams out into the diamond-bright sun-dazzle of "intention" through "i-can i-will" consciousness.
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
There is a loving Source, a sower of dreams, just waiting to be asked to guide and aid you make your impossible dreams true.When you ask the Creator for any gift ensure it is of superb magnificence. High-minded and most worthy. From dreams of such magnitude you develop a mighty all-compelling prowess. Of such such a heavenly latitude must be the immensity of your dream, that you, instinctly need to call upon the aid of THAT Higher Force. Let not just man be witness to the magnitude of your dream. Permit, far-flung stars to half-blink and acknowledge in awe your after-glow.Over and above the human super-will, incesantly, self-operates the Divine Supernal Will.
To activate the all-compelling super-conscious Law of accomplishment seek divine aid and insight in all you do.In such a fervent call, arrives a gravity-defying, utterly devastating cosmic voltage. It is such a two-way chanel's Presence that you make yourself completely, available. In all moments, be entirely aware, that it is never you, who can use THAT power, as making yourself available and in-tune, to permitting THAT power to "use you." If you believe then with a faith-filled heart go-ahaed and ask. The devotion, with which you ask the all-listening Infinite is the receiving-line upon which God Answers, Directly.
Remember, it is certain, especially when it seems impossible. Just as we dream dreams, life is also a dream dreaming us.
Shakespeare says it well: "We are such stuff, As dreams are made of, And our little life, Is rounded with a sleep." You are in possession of an unfathomable, superior-most, lightening rod of human progress, when your dream crackles with the secret cosmic charge to benifit all life. Little dreams are the dreams that people have about their own lives. Great dreams are the gravity-defying, epoch-making dreams that powerfully influence and meaningfully impact the lives of, "all" people.Deep-felt dreams are too powerful to ignore. They, come into consciousness with a stark, suddenness that can take one completely off-balance by surprise. At first, it might seem the dream is far-flung, in the back-of-beyond, half-hideden hazy distance. Yet, they can loom up and jolt you with uncanny super-Natural swiftness.
A flickering spark on the distant horizon, till its deeply-glowing jewel-bright luminescence gets brighter each moment, before an eye-blink it is upon you.Dreams, can, at times self-spring as if from out of nowhere. The, element of surprise is never far. Dreams, of such intensity leap upon you with the fierceness, vitality and certitude of a tiger.Deeply-orchestrated dreams are jewel-bright and magnetize, self-illumine, instantly. Similar to the irresistable, ferocious, pull a deep-sea angler senses when a 1500-lb Blue Marlin takes hold of the lure.
So powerful is the "pull" of a marlin that it can easily wrench the angler right out from his strapped-in chair. When you have a dream no less momentous and life-touching at the other end of your "Thought-Line", trust me, for you will know most certainly. Such are the kind of dreams to fervently cast for with devout diligence, and supreme faith. In the vastness of the ocean of consciousness.
Remember, you cast, ONLY, for that one all-compellign dream. The sea of thoughts hold an array of dreams. You, must be in a deed-centered accord with th specific, thought you wish to hook-in to.In shallow mind's the fingerlings of small thoughts are prone to create commotion. In oceanic mind's the whales of insight cause not even a ripple-crest....
Find out what long-overdue promises to yourself are gathering cobwebs in some long-forgotten corridor of your mind. Bring those seed-dreams out into the diamond-bright sun-dazzle of "intention" through "i-can i-will" consciousness.
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Monday, May 26, 2008
AUM SAINATH: SOUL DESTINY
To re-discover soul destiny and make a life in accord with nthe deep-centered rhythm of the cosmos, brings meaning to our journeys. During self-discovery you intuitively re-call with super-clarity, your true place in the vast scheme of things.
Let is not be the thought that carries, you away. At all times, it must be you who are in charge of thought's trajectory. Like eagles, instinctively select, specific, thermals to thermal-glide at astonishing velocity. This prowess, to self-steer, via specific thermals, only, is their secret to exuberant, effortless flight.
You, too must master, how to 'ride' conducive forward-propelling thought-currents.On the celestial self-steering path to soul destiny, certain thought-thermals, only, keep you on lock-on mode.
Such an eagle patrols, the secret thermals that traverse the hidden currents of your mind.Our lives are structured with one truth, beyond, any other: The 'means' to self-fulfill our destiny. You, carry the seed-spawn to make things happen. So, seize what you have this moment. There are infinite wheels within wheels, that churn to an outwardly slow, but surely-evolving sequence. Into such a self-balancing structure are you a vital cog.You, are the one person in the universe who must "know" what you cherish, most. There is none best suited to write your life's story, than, you. Might another do justice to what you arte destined to reveal, and at last un-veil? Each has a saga utterly individual. What will your story be? Your moment has self-arrived. Go where you will, do what you may, yet soul destiny's pull will be unmistakable. Should, you for some time wander off-course aimlessly, during a sand-storm, feel not overly bereft, or crest-fallen.
That you wandered off-course for a moment must not be seen as being out-of-place. no matter how dismal or glowering the present hour, keep your composure. View it in deep accord with something 'more' you "intended" to learn. The oceans, or a water-puddle must fall equally under the gravitational grip of the moon. Such is the field of forces at work in you. The gravitational force of your destiny will re-aligh and bring you back on-track.I watch the quiet stars, suspended motionless, and sense this truth with staggering, impact. Each, star glitters exactly where it must.
The universe is beyond any need of man-made intervention. Planets, whirl to a clock-work plan, and are kept bang-on course. In accordance with a Will and Sacred Plan beyond the ken of the wisest man.Into the centre of a constellation no less hallowed, are, you propitiously positioned. The wisdom encoded in our Yoga Vashishta helps immeasurable to keep things in perspective: "Vast worlds lie hidden within the hollows of each atom, multifarious as the motes in a sunbeam." I see soul destiny as the single most sacred task, the universe entrusts us with to self-fulfill. There is a delicate balance beyond endless analysis. To know, that each particle follows a tailored perfectly-structured plan, in accord with its inherent place in the infinity that is the cosmos, is on the one hand mind-bending. Yet, on the other it is poignant, all-revealing, and humbling.
You, already are a master-of-the-impossible.Once, you taste the potency of the taming the impossible othe roads appear, timid, docile and bland.In such enlightened company your spirit ascends to an invincible, unstoppable crescendo. From the many notes in consciousness, one chime is unmistakable. Its music to you. As it chimes, yoiu are reminded ONLY of you all-unique soul-destiny.
Myriad celestial gift-rays, converge into one all-sharp point. In a half-flash you recognize the half-moment. Your soul-destiny has at lasts found, you. In the quiet of your heart, attune yourself with your life's ultimate purpose. Then, do the one thing in the world you most love.
Make your credo: "I believe, because it is impossible."A 6-day-old zebra foal out of a shimmering sea of 1000 black-and-white stripes, is able instantly to recognize and find its Mother.
Destiny, is calling out your name... listen-in now..
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
Let is not be the thought that carries, you away. At all times, it must be you who are in charge of thought's trajectory. Like eagles, instinctively select, specific, thermals to thermal-glide at astonishing velocity. This prowess, to self-steer, via specific thermals, only, is their secret to exuberant, effortless flight.
You, too must master, how to 'ride' conducive forward-propelling thought-currents.On the celestial self-steering path to soul destiny, certain thought-thermals, only, keep you on lock-on mode.
Such an eagle patrols, the secret thermals that traverse the hidden currents of your mind.Our lives are structured with one truth, beyond, any other: The 'means' to self-fulfill our destiny. You, carry the seed-spawn to make things happen. So, seize what you have this moment. There are infinite wheels within wheels, that churn to an outwardly slow, but surely-evolving sequence. Into such a self-balancing structure are you a vital cog.You, are the one person in the universe who must "know" what you cherish, most. There is none best suited to write your life's story, than, you. Might another do justice to what you arte destined to reveal, and at last un-veil? Each has a saga utterly individual. What will your story be? Your moment has self-arrived. Go where you will, do what you may, yet soul destiny's pull will be unmistakable. Should, you for some time wander off-course aimlessly, during a sand-storm, feel not overly bereft, or crest-fallen.
That you wandered off-course for a moment must not be seen as being out-of-place. no matter how dismal or glowering the present hour, keep your composure. View it in deep accord with something 'more' you "intended" to learn. The oceans, or a water-puddle must fall equally under the gravitational grip of the moon. Such is the field of forces at work in you. The gravitational force of your destiny will re-aligh and bring you back on-track.I watch the quiet stars, suspended motionless, and sense this truth with staggering, impact. Each, star glitters exactly where it must.
The universe is beyond any need of man-made intervention. Planets, whirl to a clock-work plan, and are kept bang-on course. In accordance with a Will and Sacred Plan beyond the ken of the wisest man.Into the centre of a constellation no less hallowed, are, you propitiously positioned. The wisdom encoded in our Yoga Vashishta helps immeasurable to keep things in perspective: "Vast worlds lie hidden within the hollows of each atom, multifarious as the motes in a sunbeam." I see soul destiny as the single most sacred task, the universe entrusts us with to self-fulfill. There is a delicate balance beyond endless analysis. To know, that each particle follows a tailored perfectly-structured plan, in accord with its inherent place in the infinity that is the cosmos, is on the one hand mind-bending. Yet, on the other it is poignant, all-revealing, and humbling.
You, already are a master-of-the-impossible.Once, you taste the potency of the taming the impossible othe roads appear, timid, docile and bland.In such enlightened company your spirit ascends to an invincible, unstoppable crescendo. From the many notes in consciousness, one chime is unmistakable. Its music to you. As it chimes, yoiu are reminded ONLY of you all-unique soul-destiny.
Myriad celestial gift-rays, converge into one all-sharp point. In a half-flash you recognize the half-moment. Your soul-destiny has at lasts found, you. In the quiet of your heart, attune yourself with your life's ultimate purpose. Then, do the one thing in the world you most love.
Make your credo: "I believe, because it is impossible."A 6-day-old zebra foal out of a shimmering sea of 1000 black-and-white stripes, is able instantly to recognize and find its Mother.
Destiny, is calling out your name... listen-in now..
Cyrus Jehangir Sataravalla
AUM SAINATH: FIELD-OF-AWARENESS
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
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
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
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