Reggie looks at me while I write my blog tonight. Reggie, my beautiful, loving and innocent yorkshire terrier. I don’t know about you, but when I hear yorkshire it brings to mind royalty. Yes, I can say Reggie is royal.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything here. Maybe, I can return to life if I write again. I feel no reason to write intellectually or passionately, but just simple I guess. Life is nice I think butI really miss Manisha. It’s been months since I’ve seen her last and I still remember the last time I saw her. I watched her become smaller and smaller as the taxi took me to the airport on that sad night. That moment was so sad, she was outside with her family and I was just leaving her. That’s the sadness of long distance relationships. I remember MikeV once telling me about the peaks and troughs of life, so it’s comforting knowing that a peak will come again.
Well, I’m looking to get promoted soon within my company Enterprise which is a good thing I think… I’m basically already an assistant manager minus the pay check. So as soon as I pass this test known as the grill, I can apply for an assistant manager spot and get the paycheck and title for that matter. I don’t know how long I’ll be Enterprise but I can honestly say I like my job. Well that’s enough for now. I’ll try to start writing more.
I’m currently listening to Underworld – Crocodile. My release is right around the corner as I depart for Manisha’s heart in ten days. I’m open to the halcyon days ahead and look forward to the fusion of my own life energy with this woman that I love so much.
Osho writes, “Whenever two people meet, a new world is created. Just be their meeting, a new phenomenon comes into existence – which was not there before, which never existed before. And through that phenomenon, both the persons are changed and transformed.”
Osho hints at the intrinstic transformation, but I also look at my encounter with Manisha to be a period in which I can reconnect with my latent creative potentialities. Listening to Crocodile, as I type these words I want to write again. I want to write deep, yet simple reflections in poetic prose . It’s through these sacred days that I share with Manisha Ji that I will write again. Pleasure, Rising, Rising, Rising…
I hear my own soul calling. Tell me do you ever hear you soul calling you? Listen…
Sunday night. Aw, Yes… So vision has come on…
Minimal life updates, but I can say that my winter intrigue is in process. To end the last chapter which was Israel all I can say is that I am haunted by the modernity of Israel. That is, I am particuarly haunted by the modernity of tea culture in the state, which really isn’t a culture at all. Although I was struck by the way in which my hot cups of tea were presented. Key words include: modern, clean & clear mugs, tea bag innovation and particuarly moments experienced at a picturesque cafe relatively closeto Azrieli Center.
Sound Vision: It’s beautiful when rain is electronically processed and subsequently amplified with additional tones and drum patterns of some far out culture that I find halcyon. Don’t forget, “Blue Holds Up The Sky”.
So it’s only when you accept yourself deeply, that is – dig your existence, that you truly can live in this universe as yourself. Otherwise you are second guessing what others think, especially those closest to you. If you dig yourself deeply, then you’re so beyond the ramblings of others that you are capable of existing as your vision. Yes, I write this without green tea in my veins.
I’m going to call Manisha and see what’s on her mind momentarily. She says she’s getting ready for office. Manisha has undeniably become a soul that deeply attracts my energies. I will return to the land of India this January for adventure, 69, and to share my vision of eternal love. In some ways, as I listen to this Misterons Mix, I am waking up to it all. I wake up when I can tranverse beyond what others think and believe. These days, I find wet concrete and modern steel structures more natural than soil and seed. Still I refuse to consume meat of animals and remain vegetarian. Even though I still feel that plants do suffer when we eat them regardless of what extent their nervous systems (if that even applies) are capable of experiencing what we call suffering or pain. I just think eating leafy green vegetables is just that more sexier and intelligent.
Regarding my own sex appeal, it seems my vegetarian ways have left my body that more skinnier. I’m able to admire the way my body is cut, and my only desire is to toughen up my muscles for added sex appeal. I still feel my own skinniness is a sex virtue, whereas I also find feminine fat to be extremely sexy–that is not overly excessive–but I appreciate a little more on her. I will work on an accelerated workout program over the next month–I want to be in prime sexual fitness.
No other updates. Vision, Come On…
It’s 2am, Saturday night, and I’m situated at my parent’s home here in Cupertino, California listening to vocal-backed drum and bass on Dark Wax Radio. Life is comforting with the awareness that Manisha rests in her warm bed taking a Sunday nap . Myself, I can’t recall the last time I was awake this late sipping green tea and chilling out to lush dreamy afterhours music such as the likes of Bally Sagoo: Tum Bin Jaya (Grooverider Remix).
Currently I’m wearing a teal colored tshirt and grey shorts with white stripes. It’s as if I iron my cotton tshirts just so that I am fashionable for bedtime. Yes.
I’m working at Enterprise, and I really enjoy the job. My entire team is wicked: Kenny Lim, Mitchell Wong, Matt O’Malley and Ryan Taylor. My area manager Kunal Sinha and regional manager Greg Jackson are also both well respected. I enjoy making business deals, keeping it professional and having fun with my team. Our branch manager Kenny is pure hustler and I’m learning a lot from his management style and game play. Ryan, our assistant manager reminds me of myself in ways with his mellow yet professional disposition. Mitch Wong is a fun and effective communicator who knows how to make you feel good. Matt is just charismatic making deals as I roll up into our parking lot in yet another car. Overall, everyone is trying to make things happen everyday at work and I’m happy to be where I am.
My winter intrigue is foresoughtthrough my return to India in January of the new year. I want to travel and share experiences in the Himalayas, Delhi cityscapes and Goa beachsides exclusively with Manisha Ji. I’m look forward to this slight-epic that we will be sharing with one another: she is the solar system of the universe in human form. In her presence I dream to seek out seek mystic junglistic landscapes which are lit by the white full moon as we sleep under the galaxial stars upon mountain peaks of Rudra. Clearly, I never stop dreaming and making those dreams come true as a dreammaster.
Here I am. October 4th.
I’ve been in contemplation of my life as a hindu vis-à-vis the teachings of Osho. Sri Krishna clearly presents the idea of distinctive dharma in the Gita, that being that all individuals have their own unique sacred duty and pathway in this universe. In my attempts to connect deeper to Sri Krishna I printed out some instructions on how to do proper pooja. I think deeper about this and it’s clear I’m recycling back into that problem of the Westerner embracing the ways of the East. To quote that ancient Chinese alchemical text, The Secret of the Golden Flower, “if the wrong man uses the right means the right means work in the wrong way.”
Carl Jung explores this theme deeply in his essays which can be found in “Psychology & The East”. Essentially, Jung looks at the Westerners who embrace the religions (as distinct from spirit) of the East as pitiful imitators. He goes onto say that these ideals never originated in the Western mind and therefore can never be profitably grafted upon them. Jung’s perspective here is relative to the context in which he writes; the truth is that the Westerner has a lot to learn from the East. The actual problem arises when the Westerner blindly surrenders his lifeways those those of the East at the expense of his own being. Through my own experience I’m against such blind adoption of religion and adamantly believe the wholeness of the individual should never be sacrificed to philosophies or teachings that possess no living substance.
The rebellious spirit of Osho encourages us to move beyond the limitations of religion and tradition so that we can situate our lives in awareness and understanding. We should ask ourselves how can we bring Sri Krishna into 2008 or the Japanese tea ceremony into the twenty first century. The basic tenet of the I Ching reveals the intrisnic law of perennial change which stands in stark contradistinction to the static nature of religion. Too often religion breeds cynicism and fails to appropriate respect and even reverence for alternative spiritual paths. . This contradicts the emphasis of selflessness and love that seemingly is the bedrock of the world’s greater religions. Mahatama Gandhi once said, “What have I to take to them other than my nakedness, rather than have them join in my prayer I would join in theirs”. This is spiritual harmony.
This respect and reverence is foreign to the religions of today. We live in a world divided by religion and these ideals of division are subsequently pushed forward through the ideal of family and education via teachers who are unwise. Sri Krishna says in Gita, “If one offers me with love and devotion a leaf, a flower, or a fruit, or water. I will accept it”. So in this way I intend to show love and devotion to Sri Krishna in a way which is true to my own intrinsic sacred being. And when I have children I will tell them from my heart that Sri Krishna is my conception of god, but you have to find out what makes sense to you my child. Ultimatley love and devotion is what is key and not lifeless scriptures and not teachers who are secretly our on evangelical conquests. Acceptance, understanding and love is real living that teakes place right here, right now. Use the scriptures insofar that they inspire you to live a loving and harmonious life. Remember that from the beginning to the end love is love. And from the beginning to the end you are your own unique blossoming in this universe.
