Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

7 July 2017

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Mama Jain felt a momentary rush of repulsion and excitement go through her frame as she felt the smooth coldness of the touch of the preternatural being she was touching and that she knew intuitively was actually her. She pondered upon the fact that every new discovery, even of what the mind tricked into believing it was new while it was old, always seemed to lead to a brief intermingling of two antagonistic impulsions within one’s being, each of them inspired by a diametrically opposed set of emotions. While reflecting on this and slowly relaxing against the coldness of the palm in front of her, she could feel it subtly warm against her own outstretched palm and she could feel the tingling of the nerves in the palm facing her while she slowly felt herself travelling up a chain of constricted vessels that seemed to be a bloodstream. On she journeyed, into the red that swayed up until the end of the upward waterfall where she could see a throbbing blue red door suspended between streaks of light that glistened with crystalline dewdrops.

As Mama Jain had journeyed through the channels that sometimes dilated and sometimes constricted but always in a winding motion whether round or squared, she then fully realised that the solution to the age-old squared circle problem was by essence multidimensional, a quantum concept like the flowing of time was in reality, a chaos model in the multiverse. Like it was the case of the feeling of being constricted or dilated, the commanding of the passage from one to another a simple matter of perspective, of vantage point, inner, outer.

Mama Jain felt herself come to a halt just at the brink of the door which she realised was actually her own heart that kept beating and throbbing pouring out red and blue depending on which side the flow had made her drift. She swirled in the pools of red and blue at the measure of the heartbeats and could feel herself slowly overcome by a great feeling of peace that pervaded her every atom. She realised deeply that the Theory of Everything was indeed Love. It was not necessarily the concept of romantic love although that too played a very important part in the composition of the energetic field that she knew propelled and sucked everything as she had experienced it during her journeys outwards. She saw further that the Theory of Everything was the unifying frequency that built upon the weightless measure of things when they were all vibrating together causing all of them to have the same scale when looked at from an observation point where they could all be viewed as one-dimensional despite them being multi-dimensional.

Mama Jain could see in the shadows cast by the crystalline drops at the top of the red blue door a myriad of shades of purple that were differentiated by the quantity of light that fell upon them. It then occurred to her that if there were no shadows, then one could not actually perceive the light as there would be nothing to contrast it and differentiate it, therefore giving a meaning to its existence. Mama Jain realised that in some way, the light owed its existence to the darkness and the other way around so one could not exist without the presence of the other. Mama Jain could feel her being fill with the understanding that all things were one thing and its opposite at the same time and what was perceived depended merely on the vantage point with the unifying perspective being the unifying frequency of love that beat in the heart of all things Earth-bound, stellar or interstellar. She had felt intuitively that when she journeyed outwards to far away lands the frequency that unified her with her external circumstances caused her to dilate to a size commensurate to the interaction required with the beings existing outside of her. It was all truly a matter of scalability which was carefully measured and reshaped according to the unifying frequency of Love.

While the fact that a being could be one thing and its opposite at the same time could seem irreconcilable, Mama Jain realised that it was very akin to what happened during her meditation as her mind danced with the stars while her body was still on the ground and her heart pulsated within the center of the multiverse for she was etheric, dilated and immense among the stars but at the same time finite, physical and limited within her frame on Earth. It was during the peak of those moments of total synchronicity, when her heart and mind had reached the point of resonance where both beings could exist and be one at the same time that she could connect to grid of all things through the heartpath and bend all matter and lack of it thereof into new forms of being.

Mama Jain surmised that for the new forms to be seen, one must see them through the heart, the new eye of the mind which allowed the retina to see what she knew was the quantum world through a tiny lense that lead to the pathway of the breath. It occurred to her then that words, pulsating through breath caused the motion in stillness of the air within bringing forth a series of emotions in her and therefore aligning words in a certain pattern and diffusing them into the ether outside would cause motion in the stillness of the infinite air outside and cause a similar series of emotions although of a different scale altogether. Embued with that knowledge, Mama Jain set about sharing a string of words infused with a frequency translating the impulse of breath that she felt inside when joining together the words and sat back to observe the effect they would cause.

As the experiences multiplied, Mama Jain noted that while some felt a sense of exhilaration at some of the words, others only felt in them sadness and a sense of foreboding. She then realised that even words, even breath pulsating through the ether could be perceived as one thing or its opposite because they were perceived from different vantage points. Mama Jain wondered whether it was the breath and the words themselves that contained the duality or whether it was the readers with their minds that expressed that duality and she realised that it was difficult to say whether it was the one or the other. In order to check whether it was the breath, Mama Jain traveled to different points of her country first staying at the level of the sea and then driving into mountains and experimenting the effect of the frequencies intermingled with the words and the result she had was quite surprising. She realised that even within her own being, both the breath and the frequency seemed to take on a whole new meaning and a whole new set of emotions depending on whether she was at sea level or in the mountains.

Mama Jain was not sure what to do with this new finding that she had never suspected before. She wondered whether she could call upon bluebird so that they could analyse the data pertaining to several individuals and see whether there was a difference in the perception of the same thing depending on the distance from the Earth but bluebird was sitting mum and not keen on assisting her these days. She thought to herself with a chuckle that she ought to go to the moon and see if the frequency and the dynamised breath had the same effect or whether they would feel even lighter there. Meanwhile, she would have to try to find a way to go deeper into the analysis of this new finding which was that the nature of duality was embedded within every individual being and the way one thing was viewed by the same individual varied depending on the location of that individual comparatively to Earth which center sucked the individual being. Mama Jain wondered whether the way everything was viewed would keep changing depending upon the new center as defined by the location of the individual.

Looking back at her hand through which she had emerged again both from her thoughts and from the bloodstream that she had been floating through, Mama Jain waved it in a twirling motion and it was once facing her backwards and once frontwards. She thought to herself that if she were to wave infinitely fast and see it when she was out of her body like before, the hand would probably be a flower composed of infinite juxtapositions of a frontwards and backwards hand and one would not be able to say which was frontwards and which was backwards. Mama Jain thought that it would be interesting to twirl time very quickly and see whether one would randomly find oneself in the forward time or in the backward time or whether one would actually not be able to distinguish anymore which was forward and which was backward.

 

Eye of the Storm

Still waters – Maksim Mrvica

 

From knights of Jerusalem

From knights of Jerusalem

2 June 2017

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Courtesy Garella on Maggiesfam.eu

 

Lift me up

Through waters flutter

The minds roam

Through gutter

Where unworthy thoughts utter

Binding codes of dark

 

Drill me spark

In marble prairies

Where moons shine

White pristine

Alabaster diaries

Like sins of fairies

 

Twinkle through

The lost hearts mayhem

Wind me down

Bear me crown

From knights of Jerusalem

Banished past Salem

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Shamanic Touch – Sufi’s Life

From back to before

From back to before

2 June 2017

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Vibrations

Bring me through Ether

The pathways

Of fever

Coursing through the cells that blow

Out of proportions

 

Dilation

A course of set tunes

Seven moons

Chosen runes

Running across the power

As the knaves cower

 

Distillate

Implosion of night

In the rain

Course again

Shadows of forevermore

From back to before

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Shaman’s Dream – Nectar

Shaman’s Dream – Mother Water

Shaman’s Dream – Istanbul Dubphonics

The inverted roles

The inverted roles

8 September 2016

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Clay pigeons

Rise up to my height

They fly high

Beyond sight

Artillery drawn reckons

The other beckons

 

Stand it off

The weight of the knees

Weary eye

Sees double

Compression of dimension

The folded bodies

 

We scare we

A game of two darks

Shares no light

Display might

It dissolves in the black marks

Streaking down my chin

 

Lower din

Your voice laminates

The whispers

The answers

To riddles we have become

They sail in monsoons

 

The three moons

They speak of shadows

That light smite

Pure de-light

Execution of the rows

Taking over night

 

Shifted poles

Stall my vibrations

They shiver

They quiver

Through contractions deliver

The inverted roles

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Hunter – Björk

It’s in our Hands – Björk

Possibly Maybe – Björk

Love life’s mystery

Love life’s mystery

14 February 2016

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Dreams endless

Continued morrows

None alike

Surges spike

Electricity charging

Every my atom

 

You hold me

Like desperation

Your frame trunk

Your arms twigs

On each other we are drunk

Woven ecstasy

 

Valentine

You from ether’s flame

Soft the smile

Lift the veil

Show me etchings of your face

You who none can name

 

Turpentine

Essence for my oils

I paint us

From memory

The blue, the red and purple

Flowers for the bees

 

 

Moons unite

In dark nightly skies

Where stars ride

Fast moving

Their dead bodies strewn wishes

Upon you and me

 

Triangle

You me and the moons

She breathless

Stacks her hopes

In fateful rivers endless

In morrows she swoons

 

Come hither

There is a valley

Where we grow

Endless roots

Fed by sweat air and honey

Love life’s mystery

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Spring Waltz – Frédéric Chopin

Fleetingly daytime joined in

Fleetingly daytime joined in

17 August 2015

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Birds nestled subdued

Into blissful deep slumber

Keeping us in mind

 

All nightingales sang

In rapture of the beauty

Of us coiled, uncoiled

 

Stars whispered secrets

Night had been sole accomplice

As jasmine overheard

 

Precision tuning

Mind waves sought more attention

I listened intent

 

Dusk like dawn flickered

In recognition of light

Engulfing our flames

 

Moons envied the sun

Peering bright into our souls

As our limbs we seek

 

Urgency in times

Set fire to the stillness

We moved not, lazy

 

You and I stretched out

Fleetingly daytime joined in

Unveiling future

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