goes the clock and it’s saturday eveing 11:09pm.

vibing to samurai.fm buzzin fly present spencer parker

wanting to go underground, deep deep deep deep

loving life and living to love is the philosophy

electronic dance sounds are tribal and take me to ecstacy

i love to get down on the global underground

can u feel it?

can u dig it?  it’s global underground

san francisco, las vegas, new york, pittsburgh, delhi, mumbai, tel aviv, goa, bangalore – you can find those souls that wander around and find themselves on the underground – dancing – dreaming – dancing – soul – soul – soul

bless me and you

Namaste Manisha Ji

Just getting my tea on as usual

I love the quote by DJ Sasha. Cafe, tea, cafe, tea and yes cafe is the harder drug. Life is a little more comforting waking up today. It’s Sunday; a great day really. I’m still living here at 10251 Johnson and I can say at this point it’s not really fresh anymore. I was smoking a Romeo y Juliet this morning in the sideyard , beginning, the day and was met with my Dad and stepmom’s typical polarity.

They really are rumblefish.

So, I woke up thinking today that I don’t really want to live in a conventional setting. That is a house or condo, but would prefer to live in a warehouse. I remember chillin with Takatoshi in some warehouses in New York and I loved it. It was something like the cover of that Orbital album featuring Halcyon + On + On.

The warehouse was set off in the distance against NYC in an industrial section of town with a liqour store convienetly located nearby. The city is in the distance but there you are smug in your own precinct protected from the masses. Creative precincts are amazing for artistic revelations. I remember an interview with Moby where the man said he lived in this abandoned warehouse in NYC I think it was where 2 people got killed in the builiding in one month alone. It’s interesting because I really look at Moby’s music as electronic pop. Not in it’s composition but just it’s juxtaposition in the music industry.

Overall, I like Moby’s music.

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.

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…

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…

  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.

  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.

   I’m never been a perfect meditator, and I’ve only been able to reach ephemeral states of halcyon and bliss. Discipline, diligence and persistance are essential to the path of yoga, but I remember Krishna saying somewhere in Gita that even small strides along the path of yoga are beneficial for this life and the next. As thoughts and memories weaved through my mind tonight I was remniscant of the Buddha with no name. 

  It was after my summer semester studying at ICMIS that I joined the 10 day Vipassana meditation course located on the distant outskirts of Bangalore. It was there I met the Buddha with no name. He was simply a meditator who had devoted his energies to teaching and guiding others in Gautamas’ teaching of Vipassana. His subtle aura radiated calmness and awareness. Often, when we imagine the yogi, the meditator, we see the image of an individual situated in some distinct esoteric asana. Asana, simply refers to the bodily position undertaken in the act of meditation. I watched the Buddha with no name situate his body in an asana where he simply sat with his legs crossed, and his hands in his lap. I’ll forever remember his simplicistic asana, and it reminds me that meditation is simply breathing, nothing more is required.

  After those 10 days, the final day would arrive and we would finally be allowed to break our vow of silence. I remember the Buddha with no name and another instructor came to me smiling. I was interesting for them as I was the only videshi, foreigner, who particpated in that meditation and they thought I wouldn’t be able to make it through the entire course. Dhyana, Meditation is fundamentally breathing, yet to simply breathe with awareness is a great discipline. We just breathe with awareness and this is all that is required. No esoteric asanas, no books on meditation, no incense just breathing with awareness. It’s as simple as the Buddha with no name.

  It was Hiroki who initially introduced me to D.T. Suzuki’s lecture. It is an essential lecture to understand the aestheticism of the Art of Tea and it’s fundamental relationship with Zen. Modern simplicity is an aesthetic tone which I initially discovered in Mumbai, India and it was there that I realized that comfort exists in simplicity. I now think of simplicity as fundamental to my way of life and it is clear that the simplest things in life possess the virtue of transforming our lives in the most amazing ways.

  I don’t acquaint simplification with austere asceticism. Rather, I view simplification as an intelligent refinement of what is basic to our existence. Such an attitude encourages a respect for things, which is a perspective of fundamental importance evident in Chanoyu, the Japanese tea ceremony. I think of intelligent refinement as an awakened approach towards the immediate arrangement of our material territories. In the Book of Tea, Okakura Kakuzo references that too often in the West the aesthetic qualities of our homes are typified as nothing more than a vulgar display of riches. I adamantly believe that sometimes less is more.

  The asceticism of minimalism is one of an applied meditated intelligence. Within this aesthetic frame a single object possesses the virtue of transforming an entire environment. The object is amplified from the ground in which it occupies and in this way simplification creates a mood that is free from clutter or excessiveness. Such an aesthetic mood can be carried into so many dimension of our lives. The simplest words, love u, may convey the deepest love of this entire universe. Minimalism when lived is a centered meditation allows us to return to the essence of existence, purpose, and soul. 

  The comfort of simplicity is a freedom from the chaotic multiplicity of our modern lives. We are able to find a peaceful center, and through this center better relate to our lifestyles and the people who are our lives. When we intelligently refine our material lives we are better able to live the Buddhist idea of non-attachment. Psychosocially, the aestheticism of modern simplicity is a modern expression that is ultimately less taxing on our individualistic egos and greater natural environment. We are simply decluttering our immediate environments, and it is through meditation that may declutter our own mind.

  I admired it all really. I looked up to those guys. And here I am fresh out of college as a young Silicon Valley professional. My days at the office mainly consist of making phone calls with senior software managers and engineering manager’s from the world’s largest technology companies. I think back to my business management class with Krishnamurty at the International Center for Management and India Studies in Bangalore. Krishnamurty would always praise me, everyday he thought up something to make me smile. He would say things like, “Rory’s going to have the greatest tea business in the world”, emphasizing world with a a sincere, slow and exaggerated tone. I also think back to our international business class with Vinay Kumar and all those discussions with Sunny, Areli, and that Indian girl whose names alludes me.

  Then, there was always Takatoshi Iwashita and my first company Beat Generation. I would watch Taka spending entire nights studying for his master of business administration at Point Park University. He’s still one of my greatest inspirations. And now, here I am taking the bus to the office in the morning reading the business and technology section of the morning newspaper. I leave for work at 6:25am and return home at about 7pm, tired, and simply wanting to chill out. Chilling out, this is my balance. And then Draden wakes me form my rest calling me to let me know that he’s been researching suppliers for our clothing business. And it just continues on as I glare out at Silicon Valley from the balcony of our office, high in the sky, never forgetting where I came from.