Following their star
24 April 2020
Sticks and stones
A habit for some
Neglectful
The ones thrown
With skill I used them to hone
My alternate strengths
Some will sink
While others will rise
The freedom
Some despise
It starts from fiery minds
Flowing to the heart
In the share
Unequal we are
The weak look
From afar
Brave accept feathers and tar
Following their star
Reading of the poem:
Luther Vandross – The impossible dream
Phoenix flying 24 : The beginning of the journey
March 3, 2020
Mother sensed her questions and Mama Jain wondered why she bothered keeping things to herself as Mother would anyway always know what it was that she was thinking about. Mother told her that the segmentation was required because the Goddess dwelt more in the metaphysical world and required hiding from the world portions of her that would cause too much damage to human beings if exposed in the physical. After the initial segmentation into six portions, there was in 2020 another series of fragmentation that brought the total for the Goddess to 9 segments of mind together with what was Mama Jain’s own mind which remained the independent 10th mind. All the minds could communicate together while remaining totally independent from each other. Mama Jain could not access the other 9 portions if the Goddess deemed it undesirable for her.
The fragmentation of Mama Jain’s mind had been a lengthy and painful process for the mind itself although Mama Jain’s consciousness had not felt anything. This was not because consciousness did not feel anything but more because Mama Jain’s consciousness had left her body, leaving only the mind to respond to external stimuli in an automated way. The mind’s solitary automated way was however stilted and sometimes bizarre as there remained a partial connection with the consciousness making what the mind interpreted rather warped and erratic. Therefore, while Mama Jain’s consciousness was away experiencing something totally different and difficult to understand for her mind, the body was responding with a mind that could only rely on a bunch of memories both lived and heard of without the possibility of distinguishing one from the other making her reactions weird for others.
Given that Mother was now explaining, Mama Jain asked her why precisely 9 fragments and Mother explained that this was due to the tertiary system that was the only valid one to allow one to remain out of the world of duality. Indeed, upon entering Mama Jain’s body, the Goddess would somehow be sucked into portions of duality and the way this could interact with the Goddess’ heavenly presence had never been tested before. Therefore, to avoid any harm to the host, the main parts of the Goddess would be put as consciousness split among the 9 minds as nine was the square of 3. From an arithmetical point of view, 9 was equal to 7 plus 2 so represented the value of heavenly abode sitting side by side with duality and not being integrated into it. Mama Jain found these mathematical descriptions bizarre but decided that she was not one to be able to counter Mother’s explanations with any valid arguments so made a mental note of what she was saying.
Mother mentioned to Mama Jain that Gaia had begun the journey of 30 years that was leading to the final evolution into Nova Gaia in 2016 but had had to reset owing to some conflicting nodes of information. She had now resumed her journey towards Nova Gaia which would now see the light of day in 2050. During her consciousness journey, Gaia would gravitate towards new realms making it possible for mankind to see previously unseen planets and stars. While humanity would think that these were new elements in the cosmos, it would actually only be because of Gaia’s metaphysical journey with the evolution of her consciousness which would entail the evolution of human consciousness and be at the same time dependent upon it. The evolution of human consciousness would then lead to humanity discovering what was already there but not visible before given Gaia’s alternate consciousness. In short, humanity saw what Gaia had unfolded because Gaia “saw” by reaching a new realm of consciousness something that had always been there. Mama Jain had already known that the journey had begun but she had not fathomed that this would be connected with a recalculation of the 30 years making the treaty on Mars now only possible by 2050. As Mother had left by now, she sat back in her chair and rocked herself to the music, feeling the soothing music engulf her…
Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver
The Edge of the Light
24 June 2018
There is dark
On the road to Home
It revives
Surprises
When we feel that we’re alone
It cloaks us like ink
We reach brink
Of our own limits
Fortune tells
Unheard Tales
The faithless the self impales
Carry no crosses
Heartbeats still
Raging fires cease
The disease
Self made ache
We commit the same mistake
Over and over
Withered eyes
Seek out the lanterns
Look outside
Not inside
Curtains ruffle as they slide
Concealing outcomes
The Light shines
I hold it within
Starry skies
Breath that cries
Outreach of my inner depths
When the will wavers
Seek the star
When the night is dark
Like a spark
It will guide
Know that in darkness you ride
The Edge of the Light
Reading of the poem:
Shine a Light – Banners
« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton
The Interstellar vacuum
21 April 2018
Brittle star
Captured in the dark
Morning lark
Nightingale
Succession of feathers lure
My role so demure
Twirling points
Whispered in the night
Fading light
Rising sight
The miracle that anoints
Aching of my joints
Hissing fume
Winding through the space
Between twirls
Body whirls
The interstellar vacuum
It calls to me slow
Reading of the poem:
Interstellar Medley – The Best Of The Interstellar Soundtrack / Hans Zimmer
Weigh me scales
20 March 2018
Breath that clogs
Pores choking in dust
Seekers run
Flowers sink
Mind shunning all that is pink
Sinking into grey
Wanderlust
Opening music
Nimble hands
Fear disbands
Thoughts of everlasting love
Heart swelters above
Seal me scar
Watch me from afar
Weigh me scales
Fly me whales
Birthing anew chest inhales
Fallen shooting star
Reading of the poem:
Chanson pour le petit moineau – Abel Korzeniowski
Evgeni’s Waltz (W.E) – Abel Korzeniowski
Song of Time – Abel Korzeniowski
Listless heart
30 January 2018
Waterfalls
Fill the wizened mind
Pools of lore
In the core
Unravel what is in store
Creeping through the thoughts
Daffodils
Through forget me nots
Piercing light
Through the night
Challenges of daily flight
Under the radar
Woven star
In the moonlit sky
Slow depart
Listless heart
Inclination to restart
Bosom an engine
Reading of the poem:
Our Eyes – Nibana
The Shaman tales 1: No rain
29 January 2018
She paused and looked at the clouds forming. They had been seeding them in hope of getting rain but she planned otherwise. Using the old conjuring of spirits of dry, she danced wildly invoking desert drought and parched lands. The land was cool from the winter winds but the skies grew clear of clouds and the dust flew in the air filling people’s chests. After all they had done to her, she vowed to not let the rains bless their lands until she received what they had taken away from her. They had thought her to be a mere vessel that they could lull back to sleep, not realising that within her the powers of the Shamans of old were reignited. She had rediscovered within her the spirits of the lineage of Shamans that went back to time immemorial when she had danced in Machu Pichu her senses blazing from the Ayahuasca brew.
Every time the clouds gathered she willed the weather back to that of dried lands. She had been in public once though and could not stop the rains from falling as she could not break into the dance of flames. As soon as she could, that one time it had rained, she had hurried back home and willed the rain to stop. Her eyes blazed with the fire of the phoenix rising within her and scorching the pelting rain to vapour before it had stilled it and reduced the clouds to small cotton balls in the sky. Hers was not a mere revenge but a mission she embarked upon with all the vigor and will of those who had been coarsely and negligently wronged.
During the nights, she spoke to the spirits of the rain and pacified them, letting them know that they could visit sites nearby where they could flow all their ardour into the lands. In her altered state she took them by the hand and guided them to locations that would either benefit from rain or where she wanted to wreck havoc in vengeance, taking them far away from where her physical body was lying. They danced through the desert skies, high above the clouds and making sure not to come into contact with these latter so that they would not be charged and wet the lands with their content. Every time she danced with those spirits, her astral body sizzled with the intermingling of the flames of the phoenix and the waters of the spirits of the rain. The result was a trail of mist and steam that onlookers identified in the sky as a streak similar to that of a wishing star. Together they danced right over Paris and other European cities before returning to the place where her body dwelt. Once the dances over, she resettled back into her body and slept a sleep riddled with dreams of the Mother.
The Most Astounding Fact – Nibana
Among Thoughts (Star Paths) – Nibana
I am a Soul – Nibana
Stardom and financial solidity
2 October 2017
We all have watched movies and some of us may have envied the stars for being in a job that joined passion and profitability but probably few of us ever thought about how these stars managed their finances. I was just reading an article today and was surprised to see certain names of stars who purportedly are « broke ».
For those of us « mortals » with defined income streams at modest to slightly higher than modest levels, it can appear difficult that someone earning millions to tens of millions could ever be « broke » in a lifetime let alone in a decade but the truth is just staring us in the face. While the emphasis is on the stars in this article which I attach a link to below, it is clear how the same can be applied to the uber rich or the Very High Net Worth Individuals (VHNWI) including high earners in the sports arena.
In this context, it is clearly visible that not only the financial advisor to a star (or a VHNWI) has to have a proper “backbone” and try to talk them out of the impulsive spending but also a star (or a VHNWI) has to seriously consider – at the onset of the relationship – entering into a contract where the financial advisor is sufficiently empowered to curb such spending. Where required, a projected budget taking into account spending requirements of the star (VHNWI) should be made on an annual basis. Reaching a balance between a good lifestyle as desired and leaving a proper cushion for future availability of cash should be one of the top priorities for such contracts. Sadly, as with most advisors dealing with VHNWI, advisors do not approach the subject allowing their clients to deplete their wealth inconsiderately.
For those of you advisors who are able to mitigate your clients’ request and convince them of appropriate spending habits in line not only with their current earnings but also keeping in mind their projected earnings and lifestyle over their lifetime, I salute your temerity and hard work as I know it is a difficult task. Till then, you can read and be bemused like I was at some of the names in the article.
Article on stars who are “broke”
http://www.nickiswift.com/1169/celebs-fame-fortune/sl/johnny-depp
Valentine
21 September 2017
Simply star
Whirling through my skies
Heaven’s gift
Bright adrift
One and only all uplift
With your tender care
All you are
The truth pearling through the lies
Amber’s hue
Deepest blue
Criss cross on my heart so true
Bold colours to dare
Near and far
Your breath removed from my sighs
Valentine
Turpentine
Frames living high on cloud nine
No colours will spare
Reading of the poem:
Love my Soul – Agron
Cutting through Slices
15 June 2017
Shifting node
In the mind’s spaces
Thought races
Embraces
Strings of unwoven laces
End the start faces
Star studded
Nights of never more
They whisper
Through Lisper
The thoughts becoming crisper
In sounds we thudded
Hovercraft
Through the mind we craft
Two by two
We go through
The door that heart entices
Cutting through Slices
Reading of the poem:
Instrumental – Aye Malik Tere Bande Hum (Flute, Sitar & Santoor)
Instrumental – Megha Chayee Aadhi Raat (Sitar, Santoor & Flute)
Chandan Sa Badan Chanchal Chitwan (Sitar, Flute & Santoor)