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

 

The Target Zero

The Target Zero

22 May 2017

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Whispering

Inches of the past

Moving fast

Into sight

Unwritten source of delight

When we withstood fears

 

Willing seers

Whipping alternate

In regret

We don’t fret

The winding coils in motion

Tides gather Ocean

 

All seeing

Mind none bereaving

Dissolving

Revolving

In slow motion evolving

The Target Zero

 

Reading of the poem:

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Today he felt Life – Bvdub

Another Love (A careful ecstasy) – Bvdub

Unity – Bvdub

Shedding Particles

Shedding Particles

23 April 2017

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Motion trance

Within the silence

Feet to dance

Tango sole

Organs call as the hearts chime

In spirals of Time

 

Bluebird trails

Within Infinite

Exhibit

No limit

Whispering trees call our name

To the rivers flow

 

Dancing light

Shimmering essence

In presence

Of white orbs

Oscillating stillness moves

Shedding Particles

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tango – Abel Korzeniowski

 

Consensus

Consensus

25 December 2016

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Four horsemen

Count the sea horses

They practice

The countdown

The end of merry go round

When cheek falls to ground

 

Weaving threads

Three work in shadows

Their fingers

Nimble gears

Setting in motion action

A chain reaction

 

A ripple

Of tides uprising

Paving beds

Within shreds

Of unwoven tapestry

Penelope’s sea

 

Ulysses

Worn out by ventures

Flipping through

Adventures

On mantelpiece beckoning

Quiet reckoning

 

Past stardust

Millenary thrill

Lost in time

Echoes shrill

Ashes floating in the light

In memory the might

 

Wanderlust

Gnawing icicle

Frozen fear

Consensus

Nations gathered for the ban

Abort travel plan

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seagull – Sophie Barker

In the Waiting Line – Zero 7 feat Sophie Barker

Calling – Bliss (feat Sophie Barker)

 

 

Sirens snow

Sirens snow

30 July 2016

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Dreaming lanes

Crossover highways

Where stars skid

Into motion

Forgotten all commotion

As the stakes renew

 

Redeemed boards

Players take a ride

Seek and hide

Keys to doors

Lion proud of mane roars

The fun in the slide

 

Kings castle

Switching their places

Towers hail

Sirens’ snow

Pitches settled in the low

By new rules abide

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Time Stops – Explosions in the Sky

Snow and Lights – Explosions in the Sky

Magic Hours – Explosions in the Sky

Melting gold

Melting gold

12 June 2016

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I composed

A song of perhaps

You and I

Eternal

A pair of humming birds free

Flight in the night’s sky

 

Decomposed

Flesh flung back at me

Bitter truth

Of this realm

The vanishing sweet corpses

Locked in death’s embrace

 

Illusion

Of mortality

Sank my heart

Then I heard

The voices singing the song

They sang beyond Time

 

Fading chant

Infused with the Love

Survived flesh

Burnt afresh

Cinders of memories flew

Back into motion

 

Emotion

Fanned by raging flames

Rekindled

The soul’s spark

If you hear not then do hark

Rising phoenix sings

 

You and I

Rotating dust specks

Settled in

Deep within

Where the core burgeoned again

Into soft petals

 

Purple bloom

On tree of whispers

Endless hum

Fills our cores

Deep in nooks of heart that stores

Carefree melodies

 

Ethereal

We rise through the airs

Whiff of scent

Hearts unbent

Pollinized sparkles of sun

Forming the true shape

 

Liquid frame

It rises from meld

Of the fires

Melting gold

Into crevices of rain

Eternal sunshine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Alchemist – Rumi

Where all is music – Rumi

The great Mystery – Rumi

 

Down by the river

Down by the river

10 June 2016

 

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Counting stones

Down by the river

Each pebble

A symbol

Of weight that creased the footstep

When feet were nimble

 

Walking straight

Aloft the waters

Heaven’s pull

Contrasting

Gravity everlasting

Maintaining balance

 

Water flows

Endless free motion

No cushion

Commotion

A state of being alive

In expectation

 

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We bear ills

Of every nation

Our hearts fenced

Our minds tight

Shutters barely let in light

Shadows our pittance

 

There are trees

That grow in the air

When I look

They are there

My mind their only manure

The sky’s tears their food

 

The world twirls

Dark merry-go-round

Yet I dream

Yes I dream

Images that join stream

Down by the river

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Στα σύννεφα – Papercut

My Melody – Papercut

A Dream – Papercut