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

 

In swirling Oceans

In swirling Oceans

6 April 2017

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Heart dilates

Into other plates

Pulse translates

Replicates

What star-born cell correlates

Sliding downward slates

 

The brush stroke

From the mind invoke

Colours spoke

Of egg yoke

Of the lost eye before poke

Dissolved it in smoke

 

Mind now harks

Remnants of the call

Song of larks

Catches me

Lifting me before I fall

In swirling Oceans

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Seven Oceans of our mind – Kaipa

A Sky full of painters – Kaipa

Unique when we fall – Kaipa

Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees

Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees

2 October 2016

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Pulse at jawline ring at temples

The anger rises in defeat

Designs in blue waves now compete

Child of chatter cheeks in dimples

 

Promise lost the paper crumples

Shards of splinters in my eye meet

Remnants of the yonder heartbeat

Trodden feelings deadwood samples

 

Reaching through the timeless spaces

Vain wane invented memories

Waking sleep for Earthen traces

 

Discovering the height of trees

Movements halted muddled laces

Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Believe, Beleft, Below [ph. Noell S. Oszvald]

Esbjörn Svensson Trio – What Though The Way May Be Long

Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Reminiscence Of A Soul

Not at Home

Not at Home

14 May 2016

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The garden

Withers from the sun

It once breathed

Shining bright

The same rays give life and death

All is in dosage

 

Drop by drop

Even venom cures

Plastic face

Renews grace

Through the effect of poison

Coursing through its lines

 

Drip by drip

The blood exchanges

Old for new

They were few

Now they scurry throughout Earth

Ants in royal hills

 

Pulse by pulse

We measure other

The heartbeat

A keen drum

Of all the feelings the sum

Muffled nothingness

 

Pace by pace

I gain momentum

Consistence

The tedium

Daily inching towards hope

While this Earth I roam

 

Not at home

Lost in wilderness

Green ivy

Enchains me

Into thickest of the fear

As I look for keys

 

Not at home

The padlock still creaks

Though I oil

Its hinges

Stealing myself through thin holes

For a glance at home

 

Soul cringes

Upon the return

The elders

They make way

Brash generations today

Their young mind wavers

 

Not at home

No lessons are learnt

Amnesia

The only tool

I chase my tail like a fool

Humourless plaything

 

Not at home

Invisible dome

Compresses

Suppresses

The eyes in all Cypresses

Giant lookout post

 

Reading of the poem:  cypresses pali-shop com Two Cypresses by Vincent Van Gogh

Sunny Road – Emiliana Torrini

Tookah – Emiliana Torrini

Baby Blue – Emiliana Torrini

Seeing you through I

Seeing you through I

3 November 2015

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When did it begin?

I have no thread to follow

Beginning is end

 

The mountains are rich

With treasures of Beloved

Icicles are grapes

 

I who did not drink

Walk dazed in drunken stupor

From heavenly scents

 

You are everywhere

Earth pulses with your Heartbeats

That call out to skies

 

You are all sweetness

A slithering snake’s venom

Becomes bees’ honey

 

For every question

You gave all answers before

Universal One

 

Seeing You through I

I saw myself in your Light

Your Kingdom become

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Frills for our Future

Frills for our Future

26 October 2015

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Your silent call shrill

Piercing through my ice-clad form

Reinventing words

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Look to horizons

There is a line in the sky

Where Blue meets the Red

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Energy surges

Taking us to peak of soul

Sinusoidal

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You are primal mate

I know your every shape shift

By my life you dance

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Morrows will rise bright

As we flow into the light

Sensorial pulse

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Show me how the waves

Will surrender to my shores

Bubbling with the Love

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Tree of life awaits

As the music settles smooth

Will you call my name?

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Rocks you cast upon

Our heavenly forms’ angers

Your foam met my lace

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Frills for our Future

So untie the fastenings

Perhaps will it bliss

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In Memoriam Aeternum

In Memoriam Aeternum

18 October 2015

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The pulse is weak now

All that was me is fading

Into Oblivion

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My Heart flutters still

I have died so many Times

With silence within

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The sparks now chill me

Let me sleep within Balance

Undistinguished grey

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Heeding not my pain

Gravedigger unearths my skin

Crawling to the World

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Amnesia save it

Mind circles in pondering

Heart slowly Withers

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Electricity

Energy surge stirs Heartbeats

Ghost twin warms my hand

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Gone is shade of tomb

In Memoriam Aeternum

Spirit has me walk

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Fallen – Delerium & Rani

Amnesia – Dead Can Dance

Temple of Silence – Deuter & Annette Cantor