I couldn’t come from the city according to our needs. A oneness organization, that’s the start of it, the city the Earth needs. The walls are coming down, it’s where we begin. This is the largest city in Heaven, and it’s expensive to live in.
How many people protect themselves from the Infinite? How many people have bibles they won’t cross thresholds with? They can’t get out of the Book or this Name says. They can’t plant infinity there, and they argue and bicker among themselves about it, the rulebook says.
Am I just a hedonistic paradise? I sacrifice even my thoughts to the divine and live a simple life to prove it. I don’t cut down banyan trees. I sit together with everybody there, and I know hard work, and I know rest and play.
I love God, and that is my first priority, not the God of this man says, the God of the banyan tree. I have seen God’s eyes staring back at me in everyone’s. I can pet a dog and feel that, rub a cat.
I am about the mountain in springtime. I know how to address the world: oh my God I love you. I have seen fire and rain, and I changed my life because of it. I no longer hurt people or cause them pain. I draw the lines everywhere to prevent that. I know the meaning of sacrifice. It’s how my thoughts meet the world. It’s how my hands meet the day.
I am an Aurovillian comes theoretically, and I shout this to the Earth. I will get bigger than my kind. I will transform consciousness inside into our greater type. I will give birth to divinity on a collective field, and our hands will salt the Earth with its great and needed change, and I am here my friend opening doors for you that you may walk through them. Auroville will you hear me? Auroville can you feel that looking?
This poem was emailed to many Auroville email addresses, most all the principle leadership bodies, and it was the object of an art action on Sept 3rd and 4th, where I and Mithun taped and tacked it up on bulletin boards and walls around Auroville and on banyan trees in the township, or it was just handed to individuals. This is the performance art a recent poem, “The Diamond”, mentioned, before, I might add, there was inkling on my part to do any.
This poem and the preceding one made the secretary of Auroville, Jayanti Ravi, mad, and she got me kicked out of India over it, personally.
80’s little horror war, what threw away? The administration of Auroville. It was surrendered to the government without even a care, and we lost our autonomy that way, at the toss of a dice, and the government rolled in.
Are you countin’ India to allow human unity to take over? What was the village thinkin’ in removin’ The Sri Aurobindo Society from the scene? Can we grasp Sri Aurobindo? The Society doesn’t, and it will block you to this day if you disagree with them. What was the Mother thinkin’ givin’ the township to this obviously irreverent crowd to love and compassion on earth and human unity.
Stupid me, stupid you, we excuse her for it, but this is the mistake that baked the day and ruined Auroville. Can anybody look at this? If ever a mistake was made here was one, and now we’re supposed to take her every word as gospel, as if she made no mistakes?
Where has she been all these years watchin’ it fall apart? Is she comin’? Yoga relies on inner seeing, if it’s got the content of its worth. I’m not talking about intuition, your intuition says this, your intuition says that, in a gut feeling, no matter how you describe it as the opening of the day.
Inner seeing’s a gut worth’s no. It’s concrete formulas laid out in time, spoken word, revealing vision, or the dream maker putting together the house for you so you can see it. That tells you where it’s at. When I entered the yoga I picked up the Mother right away in dream and vision, her signal loud and clear. That was in Auroville the first time.
She was not proclaimin’ to me her gospel, her avatarhood. She was puttin’ sadhana together for me it’s a sunny day. What made it so difficult, I just knew hell had entered my birth and would not let me go. What difference she made when she came on board. You couldn’t tell it from the outside for so long I’m ashamed to say. Look at that to Auroville. Can you gauge her time?
I’ll tell yah the Indian government can’t. Nor can it see spiritual vision or uses it to make decisions, spiritual vision as in seership, not a quote you pull out to prove your point. We are left with the Indian government in charge of Auroville, refueling the Mother’s words with their agenda, purposefully pulling her out of the picture by putting her in it the mouthpiece they wore.
You can see it happening. You just think the Mother’s responsible for it, but she did not ordain this, nor the government taking over when the Auroville Act was signed. How do I know this? I’m an inner seer, and we always live on the outcasts of time. Way out there, we question everything is this the divine?
I sit on your bench, okay? I’m a hologram holocaust survivor, and I can say my own name. I love the Mother because she saved my life and protected me all these years. I know the strength of her word, her teachings. They have held my hand for so long, but what she taught me you can’t find in a book, not even hers. Deities make mistakes, and avatars ruin, and in order to change ourselves we must see that to understand what we’re up against.
The whole paradox of creation comes down upon our head when the actual change comes about, to keep it from coming about, and you can hightail it and run back to Houston, or you can bear the impossible. A stallion of waves stampede, and you’re just everybody, and no wave can block your tide. My deep thought Auroville, can yah folla me here?
Gonna go to the funeral of my/one nation above all. [two words heard spoken simultaneously] This is politics. Nobody knows its price. There’s no exclusive zones. You value humanity more than your national individual, or your race or peoplehood, even your religion. Sounds impossible now. It’s the only way to survive, equality at its most basic point.
Fundamentalist Christians will have a field day calling this the Antichrist. The number of man don’t you see? 666. And Jews and Moslems cannot exclusive each other, and the resistance to that will go to the sink, but you still be Jew like it’s your life’s blood. Americans cannot be Americans and only Americans. They must include the world. India cannot see her greatness above other peoples when she can give her spirituality, definitely universalized. No nation or people will ride the others like they own the planet. China will have to settle down and give us good engines to wear. This is flower, not put the engines of the world to her use, and North Korea will be no more. All will unite in peace.
This is the human ship some waves from now. Can’t believe it, can you? We’re on the brink of this today, where ideas ride time, where ideas enter humanity as the clothes we wear. It’s comin’. It’s not even in our minds today. It’s not on the news. It’s a radical idea everybody’s scared of, nobody can promote, neither in the press nor in the government, and science is busy with atoms and other small fare. They will not bring us together. Academia, well, this is a pipe dream, and increasingly they’re controlled.
Well how does it get in? Intelligence— we put the human being first or die. I’m talking about people’s upon the Earth, purely political wears. I’m not talking about ruining existing structures or eclipsing God with man. I bright and shiny your day with your humanity comes first before any other kin. We teach that in school, give this to our babies.
You hear me now? It’s a price we wear, gettin’ good at as we see our survival depends on it. We start today in the maker of a poem where I put my foot ride: humanity ever coming first, in my politics with mankind, in my behavior, in my think about you and us, in where I meet you today.
I’m riding God as the one I wonder at, as the one I want to please, as the one I want to be like, as the one I want to hold dear above all else, as my principle keeper, and if I put humanity first, the human being over any category of people, I am bright house God wear, and the more I know God, he’s not an exclusive zone. He can wear all pronouns at once and is the love of humanity in my heart. Where do you think this idea comes from?
It comes from God one notion humanity. Past you’re early. Noosphere, everyone’s looking for you. In siddhi, that’s where I sit, and I just made an inner poem. I made some mistakes where we meet each other. I will answer for it like this: let’s put humanity first.
In the middle of humanity, in humanity’s living room, I can get this across to you in thought wears. Come to my room the thoughts that are out there pullin’ humanity close to itself on the frontiers of thought. I’ve pulled humanity close to itself. I get in humanity’s room today.
Is this a great mixing? I don’t think you understand me right. This is the center of identity in human terms among all the peoples. It’s a movement to grow this in humanity where you raise your children. It’s not a boiling pot humanity, pull your pants down and let everybody there. You still have national borders and respect demographics. You’re just more human about it. You give it a liberal hand, but you don’t overwhelm a culture with immigrants. We will get good at making their lives better where they are, but we will not refuse them to move.
Can I champion human causes? We need to improve the lives of children in Africa. You can’t get better infrastructure than that, priority child’s lives. Loved at home and treated brightly, that’s the food they wear. Do you see my cultural dynamics? It’s the number one priority, meet those children’s needs. The world doesn’t wanna to be overwhelmed with immigrants comin’ out of Africa from the hungry states. She was havin’ a baby gettin’ bigger than the rest of the world.
You wanna see if I can fix it? That’s the reason you don’t let population growth get out of hand. You let it stay in check. I need to ask you somethin’. Who writes the news? We are not listening to wisemen.
I don’t like everybody; is this everybody? The warm human being giving rise to the warm human being, it’s easy if you try. We have to educate people about children. The rocket science is how they treat the world. It’s amazingly possible to stop slapping children and beating their little behinds— no physical punishment anywhere on the planet. Get rid of this nursery rhyme. Treat it like sexual abuse in that it has to be stopped, in that it’s harming humanity. You would not kill people for it or treat them like monsters. You wouldn’t even hate them. You would understand the rule of abuse: they just get mad and hit.
Their behavior’s preconditioned, and who can control themselves when a spell from the unconscious takes over? Can anybody? You’ve never understood this since the beginning of time, why laws don’t work, why the killin’ hasn’t stopped, the rape and plunder, any ole bad behavior. It’s unconscious process, and it has to be stopped through recognizin’ its process. Can you do that?
Education will ensue: stop being monsters to the stupid monster in everyone. You don’t hit a kid, that’s rule number one. We start at the beginning, this one Krakatoa. We get in there and educate the public like our lives depended upon it. We help kids when their parents hit them, or nazi them around, or any harsh treatment, and get in those parents with the strategies they need to survive/cope, [words heard spoken simultaneously] forcefully, tactfully. You can’t abuse them in turn, but you make them know they’re hurting their child.
A license to have children? We’ll get to that, a coverin’ ground how to have children. The very first thing you mention you don’t hit them, and I’ve left a school behind, a whole row of poems, the specifics about them genitals. Eat it up.
You’ll know where the safe houses are, the ones comin’ online, the ones makin’ it right with their children. They tell their children they’re humanity before any other row. They tell them sweetly, kindly, and without all this pressure. This is your identity kid. You’re a human being in the politics of bein’ human, who you are among the group. Sure your people are important, your race your tribe, but sweet humanity my dear, the whole is who we are.
Do you see this trampoline? It can be done in all existing countries, in every household on the planet. Can you get at humanity that way? Will warm slowly, but when the idea's out there it’ll catch on. Let’s get after it people. Don’t you wanna to stop climate change and do away with genocide, and take a big bite out of war, and how much to gender will be solved when everybody sees their human being and not just a gender walking towards them? Okay little human being, you get started. Okay let’s ride.
That old door we can lock it. We can lock it by taking a rule and applying it to behavior. I will never understand why it keeps rising. It’s good fiberglass, but when you bump it it breaks. It’s only doable in finding your own fine seals baby. You really test the waters there, overcome behavior with a song, “I Love My Child”.
Listen, listen close, back to the tree, that shadow tree, that tummy I don’t give up. It seems like this whole thing is evidence there’s so much to the hitting of children, and there’s a whole lot we don’t see, but always remember forgive me and go save my child when you’re in Africa. That’s really what he wants, what they want, parents who beat their children: they need help raising their kids. They just don’t wanna admit it. You can control yourself. How do you do? Could be good company comin’ in. Those are the helpers you see. It could be divine speech.
I’m tired of standing here with supramental orders that can’t even be looked at. / Comin’ off a blog, you can’t get that heretic. You get a certain group of followers and that’s it. My fingers count the readers of these poems. You can count to ten for most posts. How many morally outraged people are there? On them days there’s a spike, the people lookin’ for the gun. I’m a rose in a cabin, and never I get out of that cabin and out into the public’s heart. I press controversial material, and there’s a lot of fear there.
I have not been allowed to speak I come from that social group. People are fear there. Come to the concert all your children in that they come first. I’m a child lover. I am a child lover that knows how, and God has taken my hand and shown me how. Will you dance with me?
You can’t film a psychological drama. They’ve upped the ante. We’re all weirdos. We don’t know what we’re talkin’ about. Thankful, be thankful. Somebody’s made some sense of all this, and I’ve done that expertly and cleanly. You can see it now, and here I am humanity giving you humanity, a toe to raise your children telling them they’re humanity, a radical idea to change humanity into its kinder parts, most noble. We need this to survive.
We find each other on the limits of sacrifice. This is no fools barred. We include everybody. Alright ship let’s go. Let’s get on with it. It’s a glory ride right into our business and actually, physically change the world. Don’t a waste it. We got this down.
We’re gonna tall this in and go for walks with the greatness of our children beautifully down the road. I’m in a compartment blog. We don’t remember. It must be a huge one. You’ve slept in a ponytail before. This is woke at its most basic part, where it means somethin’, and that all of humanity rides. It’s possible it’s possible, and gather to me now all the action when we walked in Heaven together, when we lived in bright beautiful homes with no strife. You don’t believe this I’m sorry/I know [phrase heard spoken simultaneously] gathered here into your one life, but we’re guardin’ plans at the altitude of Heaven meets Earth, and all that Heaven’s gold’s here. There’s where we start to ride.
It’s a recipe of children maker, and it’s always been in our hands to use. We’ve just had to get here at the opening of the Earth. You won’t be surprised this all came about, we made it, future read this. The cosmology of plans fulfilled looks so inevitable to us, but a cliffhanger in a half this was. For example, I almost didn’t make it, you know? I’m the preacher of the word, the choir I sing to, and I’m the congregation I start. Gettin’ ahold of yourself, it’s the tooth fairy about livin’. Hold on, I must tell yah I’ve really done that, and it wasn’t easy. Come on let’s bake this mile. We have a world to change. Let’s get goin’ people.
I don’t think it was specifically because of this poem, but Auroville International posted a poem of mine in their private Facebook group some days after I posted this poem to Facebook and here. I think it had to do with the quality of the poem they did post, maybe not in terms of poetic merit, but in terms of being sincere to the goal of Auroville International, which they seem to be. That poem is called “Prayin’ for the Hour of God” posted on this blog a few days after I posted this one.
photo by Nithish
Not one star Auroville International. These are the streets humanity is lost. Wow, could you say the Mother’s will is here? Fuck this assistant, is that what you say? I give my critique to the Sun. A poet’s basin it hears, and that’s how I write this poem. I’m a rose for my little boy, and I’m fighting for him here, S. Nithish. We make music together. Hear it?
Stop quivering old D, your fingers will look like the attention, and they are. Alright rebel, steal the show. I have my own blog to put it on, to make sure I can be heard. I guess you don’t have anything to worry about, and I’ve just processed you with the snake. Auroville International, here I leave my calling card you hateful organization hellbent on revenge, and that’s where we find your attention.
We’re all completely naked. All of you need to get off your thin horses and see this: that boy needs Donny. I feel like a fundamental character. I feel like a plot. These are ice to snow more shoes. We’re both realizing we’re here. Our mastermind sets people free. That’s the long and short of it. Now terrible channels go home. I’m about to go on the other side of the wall. You will see me there promptly. Then you can count grab ass and green cards, you holier than thou bunch of people, you people Auroville don’t need.
Just look at the character you endow with. You come upon the scene with the hatred of the machine, and you throw people away. Self-sacrifice to help your brother, go out on a limb to speak to him, you can’t find that in yah, because you’ve agreed among yourselves to hate and rob people of their right to exist and banish them from the land, and not even eternity can redeem them, oh you Christian bunch of people where your bones meet the land.
Stark naked I am in front of your mow me down, and I ride vulnerable and sweet to your execution where you ban art. I ride healing in the midst of your hate, and I’m here to stay. Are you gonna shoot me? There is no love in your ice machine, and that is pitiful and strange because you are the consideration of a city that seeks to grow new men and women who want to radically change the Earth into a paradise of brotherly love and hope that dares bring God into our human flesh and divinize the land.
You are that change, oh you normal people putting hate where God grows. Old system be gone, old ways, that punishes you an infantry of hate and ill will that has no means to grow the integration of society in healing’s ways. You destroy that too selfish and a pain to the officer of love.
See this and change or lose your raison d’être with us, the people on the groundwork of human unity, harvesting it into the hands of the city to realize this on Earth. Now take my sin and look at it again in light of the art I’ve given you. It’s the end of harm isn’t it? Paid for by penance and long years of learning the pain that I have caused. Can you grasp that? Goodbye. Auroville International will you answer your position?
This is a photo-poem from my Twitter/X account, and there are years of them there. This one was posted December 11, 2020. It came in vision the other night to post it here.
(written for the Facebook groups Friends of Auroville, and Auroville, INDIA but only approved and posted by the latter group, after sending a small poem that appears below this one. It must be noted Friends of Auroville removed me from their group and blocked me.)
I like rainbows spoken in the most clear and circular terms. Please, I’d rather have this is gonna turn out. I sit here with my hat in my hands. I’m a big roar on magic. Wanna see my human unity? It’s in your beautiful hands.
The uncompromising villager, the most accounted for where we find human unity, if you’re not on its side, if you wanna freeze it, if it’s not something you can work out because they won’t let it. They just like their tribe.
You can’t get away from Nature’s homegrown, and sometimes you have to swallow them whole. Definitely, that’s our footpath here. That’s our red beer here.
How do I get this off my property? We are not romantic letters. I’m not tryin’ to get yah to buy toothpaste. I don’t have an engineer here doing anything except talking to you. You’re my sweet opening to ride my pages. I don’t fight you. I just stand and sing. We need some heaters to loosen up human unity. I’m not trying to get you to buy land in Florida. I’m going with my function among you as a photographer and a poet to be part of this great experiment.
I’m his poet, the boy we had such a mind to open and facilitate. Did anybody publish? You won’t let a boy and me together in plain sight. You won’t even let him on this page. Human unity bills him to you, that little boy I took care of for so many years. Pay on your buddy my friend.
Where is human unity? I think we have to find our divinity first. It’s like the psychic change can’t be complete until the spiritual transformation. I don’t know what I’m sayin’. The yoga beefs here. We put it in Auroville’s hands. Now that’s a stalk monster. I’m blind to this— the tree hunters. I can’t get it off my chest— the need to see Auroville as human unity. It’s a crash course in nothin’— the battle weary Aurovillian says.
We can’t see it in our feet. We can’t see it on the road. It’s too big for us. It’s a journey inside. I’m sorry most people are not prepared for this. I’m not even close. I’ve been waylaid. An ignorant mother took my child out of spite. You don’t know the dynamics of raising foreign children.
Now I hate that mother and her whole crew, and I had achieved an amalgamated oneness in my mind, realization’s status in mental wears, not in that point of no return. The boy was my apprentice, my give my gifts to, already writing whole poems from the inner voice. He rode samadhi a time or two, approached the Silence, neared the sun. An overhead experience had opened his mind. He talked about the world like it was his brother.
Then he lost it all in one fell swoop. No contact allowed, and the boy’s been sat on for months and abused. I was opening up human unity for him by going inside. I know how to do children, without that stink. My inner consciousness opens theirs.
I can put human unity on a beanpole now that I’m mad at these people and wish them dead. I’m just sayin’. What a drop in flesh. I was showin’ him to you when it happened, when human unity fell from my hands. The irony in being on the other side of child abuse wanting to protect your child.
You have no idea the intricacies of karma on a mountain sink, when you see the world as representation and not as it. I flounder here. I’m mean this world plays for keeps. The vital is in an uproar I’m calming down now. My yoga works. I sit in spiritual vision and confess my soul.
When they’re hurting your child what do you do? When he’s crying and talking of suicide, and he’s only 12? They’ve made him think he’s crazy with all the gaslighting, and do no forget he’s been beat. I can’t find human unity here. Now I understand someone else’s child is dear to you too, and along comes some man who changes their dream, hits them hard with the facts of life.
You’re a bugger aren’t you? No I am now a healed man, feeling what you feel when you look at me. You want them punished. You want the child safe and sound. You want him healed, but the formula for that is not in your hands. I’m a call on that notion. I’ve a vehicle of self-healing’s swirl, and I know how to heal children. I know how to open their consciousness, and I am flabbergasted divine process has ruined me and flattened my child.
This is not fair. It’s not right. My ego blunders. I sit in your stool and say that. I point the finger at other people. I arrange them with my hate, because they’ve killed my child where they hurt him, and they hurt him in his love for God, his trust in the Mother, and they beat him for his love for me, and all the while say they know I was good to him. They’re his parents and they have the right to take and beat that mother told me that in a swaggered brag.
You lift your head up and see me mourning over a child, like I’ve never been healed. That child is still my number one day. Okay what did I do? I made that child’s feelings God. Attracted to him, I gave him God’s eyes. I gave the world a bath when he was little. I tempered him through Dog as a medium for our affection. We loved each other through a Rottweiler’s fur. Healing’s ways visited me like a mountain tribe close to the sun. I was guided. The feelings of God I opened up in me to care for this child.
So many tools I used, so many make it right. Then the Devil comes in and damns it all, and you dance to this tune. Do you know how much power the Hostile Powers have to turn off our lights? It makes you question the divine. It makes you try to blame God. What do I do what do I do?
I come back to myself of course. I peel off this hate from blocking the psychic’s view. I stand and sing. How far you have to go inside yourself to find human unity. I’m afraid most can’t do that. We have to have developed souls, and we have had to have found oneness inside ourselves. How many go that far?
We’re in the stage of adopting belief. Can we understand a multi-generational project? We want the consciousness open, so our children can grow up wise, a human unity bundle, but you have to get it right with children, so they can make the journey if you can’t, the journey inside our yoga talks about.
I’m a vehicle on that worth, and I’m hamstrung right now for loss of my boy. I am just this landed fish speaking into your microphone. Now I’m supposed to tell yah human unity is a spiritual aim, soul’s quarters.
I believe, I believe, I believe [line heard sung, from It's Too Late To Turn Back Now] don’t bring it through your front door. It comes when you’ve seen the One with its own eyes, a vision in consciousness. You can’t rule it into play. It’s not a textbook model. Can you find spiritual process? Isolate that nigger. This is perfect sin.
The suffering is so explosive. I don’t know how to manage it. I’ve managed art with it, so radiation in purpose, and I die by the public barrier. No one wants to hear this. It’s just spilled upon my paperwork. People would slap me for it instead of help. I just sit here and cry so often. You know I’ve heard from that boy.
The insanity with which his mother has put him, so she can keep him from the slightest contact with a man who raised him, would make you want to put her away if you knew the extent of it. He will tell no one but me, and those around her support her. It’s a living nightmare, and this is what happens when you do right with a child and turn on their lights.
I’m an Auroville side keeper. I’m conducting the experiment in my home. I think you’re too rigid for that in your mainstream rooms. Surely the consciousness will change one day, but you don’t know how. I bring in that formula, and you won’t even look at it. Now it’s been captured by the Hostile Powers, and no community supports me to engage these misguided parents. What do I do?
Stay close to him in inner consciousness and hold him there, wait for him to give me some outer contact, with no satisfaction that will come. You sit there and enjoy this, the child removed from my lair, kept from my clutches. I pity you. You are not the experiment.
I throw you a human unity ball, and I would get into the quick of things, if you let me, in your own rooms, by doing art and making it public so you can see. What are the issues that divide us? The handle of children, I can take you to where we are feet with them, the places that society all sees but gives it permission to be, and I can take you to their God room, and what beauty can come out of a child when their inner doors are open to the God-felt expression of their soul.
A social trigger we do not fathom but persecute, when it’s as deep as this into our children’s honey. When it’s social honey, can you come together on this and extend us your hand? I can give you his song inner hearing wrote. Listen to the boy. You know he’s months away from being taken from his home at the lake and made to feel so alone.
The future folks he’s got in his hands, and he’s blisterin’ himself now with his vision of the future that has failed him now that it’s come to pass. So much spiritual technology he wrote to save himself from a future situation transpiring now. I give you this miracle if you would but look at it. He cannot. He’s not allowed.
The damage is done, and the light’s been put out, and he won’t even save himself but has laid down and died, giving himself up to total dominion, and he’ll lie about it if you ask him, scared of his parents’ wrath.
That’s the hope today, the boy tells you what’s real if you ask him. It’s a hope place to start. It’s a country road. It’s the place we land our feet and give this boy his chance.
The menu, it’s got Gods all over it, and it tells what happened when the boy told his father he wanted to go home, live with the velacara in a permanent song, but that was Sri Aurobindo’s house. The future is in his voice. It’s the future in your hands, if you’ve never seen it before. He gives a prevision of the future his soul wrote.
You’ve not seen nothin’ like it. It’s captured on the journey home to the lake. In one fell swoop, that boy tells you how the cow ate the cabbage, and you’ll just have to sit up and take notice the boy heard this line by line spoken into his inner ear complete and unabridged. We used my voice recorder. Other than that no help given. Now tell me this boy should be shot.
This is a cooperative journey. We can’t leave Nithish there. He’s a prototype of a brand new kid, and boy does he have baggage. What was meant to be: we are consciousness bundles, and by our poetry you see that we can bring you vehicles in consciousness headed for our high change. Eat that in the Menu of the Gods. Can we find Auroville? I’m drivin’ you home.
From Nithish’s YouTube channel
On August 19th, I sent the following small poem to both Facebook group’s admins with a link to the poem here on my blog, asking again that they post the poem, and in my stats I saw that two people in India came here from Facebook, and it’s reasonable to assume that was admin from one or both of those groups. Within a couple of days, Auroville, INDIA posted not only it but also two more posts I had pending, all at once. One can only say thank you when that happens.
Do somethin’ more than just an operator’s opinion. It puts human unity in your lap, and I’m the border they cross. Don’t kill it again. It’s costly. You’re destroyin’ human unity. Can you get a handle on it? Censorship is for what’s wrong and makes us bleed. Is it really for what makes us right? Answer the question, and that’s the ordinary. Let’s cup in our hands the extraordinary. I give you a ride there in this poem.
A Palestinian boy sits on the rubble of his house destroyed in an Israeli airstrike, in Beit Hanun, Gaza. Photograph: Mohammed Saber/EPA
When the ticks were talking about building churches,
it’s free speech.
I don’t know who I have a ham on today.
I don’t know who’s worthy.
I don’t know who I’m talking about.
It’s race cards.
Can we talk about the Black Lives Movement supporting Israel?
It did in Chicago—
okay Hamas,
you terrorists,
thank you for being a friend.
I don’t know what I’m saying—
that was a Harvard trainee.
Let’s be blunt about this:
can we support Israel,
and they treat Palestinians like shit?
They are the oppressors.
Oh my goodness a homegrown flag:
the Palestinians weren’t there before Israel.
They became a nation under Israel’s cause.
Now they’re out to do harm,
indiscriminately killing civilians,
or that’s the show they put on
when they got out of their fence.
I mean they murdered.
It hurts doesn’t it?
The Palestinians want to show you
what it means to be Palestinian,
where Jewish means Israel.
That harms.
Okay we put Hamas in the kitchen and praise them.
You inhuman bastards,
is that how you gain freedom?
We don’t know.
We just hate ourselves
and see a Jew and want to kill them.
That’s the dry land:
we can’t kill Jews.
We shoulder our own freedom.
It must work among ourselves
before it goes outwards.
How is this done?
I have a naked little boy and don’t rape him.
I pull myself together.
I tie his shoe instead.
A poet will always speak in symbols,
his life the bait.
We learn to stop violence towards our children.
We are gentle and soft with them.
They eat out of our hand,
and we feed them warm and honey.
We do not blister them
with having to hate Jews.
We do not require this of them.
We do not indoctrinate them to kill.
How kind are we to one another?
We let our humanity light up our life.
A stray dog is an opportunity
to give our world some compassion.
We hold each other tightly,
as the brothers and sisters we are.
We do not do violence to one another.
We try to show each other love,
or at least the patience
you give a friend.
We strong arm no one.
We stand up for human rights.
We stop hurting one another.
Then our gliders come in peace.
We show the Israelis what they’re missin’.
We give them reason to respect us.
We brush aside their hatred
with the real human being.
This is all we can do.
War will kill us.
It will enslave our land.
Go to the heart of the conflict,
the hatred of the Jew,
and bury there.
Can you understand these people?
Can you see their plight?
More than a few are good-hearted towards you.
Not all are racists.
Not all think it’s their human right
to be the chosen people.
This is the dragon in the land.
It’s this we must eradicate,
not Jews.
It’s this we must show is wrong,
the essence of Jewish hatred,
the hidden core of their persecution.
We must not bury Jews
or destroy their peopleness.
They are a tower and a might,
and oh we need the Jews.
Can you sink them?
Are you rubbin’ elbows with those who’ve tried?
I think you need new friends.
Even in hell Jews triumphed.
They fight differently than most men.
They fight with their brains.
You’re gonna do them in?
We count on you
to show Israel its humanity.
You are the problem they cannot solve.
Their brains can’t grasp this:
there were a people on their land they took,
and now they must oppress them.
Victim turned victimizer once again,
we can’t see this as human frailty
common to everyone.
So what can you do to Israel that Israel needs to see?
You are a fine people
together in your lot.
You take hardship and spit out pearls.
You sacrifice for those around you.
You take your humanity
and circle the wagons with it.
It’s the way you meet oppression:
you are a noble people,
and therefore hard to abuse.
How would this act
when faced with aggression?
You kill the combatants
to defend yourselves,
and there you’ll win the respect of every nation
and show the world who’s wrong.
I think we complete this
in the issues of the night.
Glory hallelujah it’s dawn.
I thought I’d made you up.
This is a little spark of God in life.
You’ve pointed out the errors
in human ways.
A call to arms,
humanity’s arms,
wow you have children there.
Well spoken said.
Oh statute of limitations,
it’s just a matter of time
the Palestinian cross.
You’re kidding me—
the Palestinian blues.
Those are Greek and Roman myths
made real by human suffering.
It’s a Dispatches’ record
my hullabaloo.
Now they can be up there.
Give me a credit.
I’m pickin’ up the pace.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo. [line heard sung, from “Angels We Have Heard on High”]
Just put boiled rice,
I just put boiled rice.
What did you put in the blue container?
I’m all here bitches, shoot me.
I don’t think you understand the situation.
You’re gonna have to get bigger than you are.
It’s not gonna work killin’ people.
You have to show Israel who’s the human being.
Is your culture up to that,
to self-develop?
You just continue
life along the shores of persecution,
so you can stop its history on you.
This is done slowly.
Every man, woman, and child
must agree to band together
and be good to one another.
This is the team roll.
This is how you begin.
You’ll be working with each other’s subconscious, that’s for sure.
Study your dreams that will help you out here.
You have to learn not to react,
and you have to learn not to be mean.
It’s a process
doable.
It will improve conditions right away.
You’re gettin’ ready to love.
You’re gettin’ ready to be a balanced people.
This is not wishy-washy handshake bullshit.
You do things for one another.
You don’t slap, hit, or cuss out.
You keep hatred out of your voice.
You be the real thing to each other.
You be a friend.
It’s all over your face
when you are.
The Israeli settler
or the Israeli enforcer
will see you a human being,
not a rock throwing mob,
and they will act accordingly,
when they’re embarrassed by their own actions.
You don’t know the bone of contention here.
Will the real humanity please stand up?
You stand up and show Israeli yours.
Obviously if they’re shooting you you can’t,
but barring that.
I’m not talking lambs to the slaughter.
You never surrender your dignity.
You just comply with regulations
a noble human being.
Show them who’s boss,
and it’s not the Jews.
It’s our heartfelt humanity.
It’s our great get along.
I’m liberty speaking,
and you’re looking for that equipment.
I’ve spoken enough to Israel
in a book I’ve left on Amazon—
definite flavor
reconciliation.
It’s not your own state you want.
It’s that:
to live at peace among the Jews equal citizens.
That’s the example Earth needs
to keep our world from blowing each other up.
Can you do that Arab citizen,
Palestinians of Israel,
Palestinians held hostage by Israel,
Palestinians in the land of Israel?
Under the Israeli banner
so bigger
than for Jews and Jews alone,
Palestinians can be free again.
If you look at the roads there’s no other way.
Between Jerusalem I’m Sorry
will point out the crossroads.
It’s a matter of seeing them
and not do anything shameful.
Love towards Israel,
can you fit this into your schedule?
If you’ll be one nation you must.
Put this in your resettlement plan.
Now Palestinian refugee,
give resettlement a chance,
cause there’s a secret ingredient to Israel.
It comes
if we labor together
for a common goal.
The secret ingredient is floating off the top of my head,
and it’s called the home for the human being.
Enough of religious politics.
God is not the wrathful, bigoted, murderer you all suppose.
Find God and see.
It will revolutionize your life,
and you’ll be kind to your fellow man.
Jews will not be the inescapable people,
Muslims will not be the only ones on earth worth.
You have to integrate.
You have to learn to live together.
This is your mandate to each other.
Not big enough
to be only kingpins
Mr. and Ms. Jew.
You have to concede their plight,
so they can see yours.
A resettled human being
has that in their plan:
keeping humanity safe.
You give it
to everybody around you:
safe passage from point A to point B,
and let’s go from there.
One key thing
rule book the exercise
of your warm humanity.
I know this sounds very arranged.
You keep time
I’ll give you something.
I would just love to.
That’s an Israeli learning what it means to be Israel:
really going to court
to learn our humanity.
It’s like you’re free there.
The Mother told them to do that.
That’s hope.
The attitude will get to the truth of the problem.
You think you’re crystal clear.
You don’t see divine values.
You don’t know what’s going on.
It can’t be seen.
Consciousness is at stake.
You think it’s a populated city
or a decentralized government.
You want to get on with the plan
the Mother wrote.
This is hard fighting.
Nobody knows for sure.
The Mother spoke in parables,
truth, consciousness, and all that.
It’s hard to cypher.
Everybody uses the words
a living embodiment of human unity.
Is there something there?
It’s rained on.
It’s a holistic plan.
I don’t think you see the mechanics on paper.
It’s not in her words.
Catchphrases all
that mean somethin’
bigger than her words.
She saw it
and tried to give us a framework.
We don’t work with consciousness we work with ideas.
This is the miracle flavor,
the most elusive thing on earth,
what we can’t get at with our hands,
what thinking about won’t do:
we need to change consciousness.
Is that all?
It’s so much bigger than that.
It squeezes yah.
It turns you inside out.
It changes your whole world.
You become a unity keeper.
You see divine values in everything.
You’re all about the divine
in every road you take.
You are not ordinary sing on.
You value everything.
God is on the horizon
the thing to do.
When you meet other people,
you come together with yourself.
This is not play along.
You’re identifying it hurts.
I can’t help it.
There’s just so much to that other person.
I see them in me.
I’m not tryin’ to.
I don’t have to quote the Mother.
My own consciousness is quoting time
as it takes off itself.
Do you like the horsefly,
that big moth?
You can just give it directions.
It's not gonna listen to you.
It's not even gonna holler.
It's gonna cringe.
The aircraft knows it—
I am a fraud,
station number 2.
The government of India,
she hosts it.
She does
a Matrimandir quote.
It’s how you know she’s false.
Her network
stays behind the scenes.
She’s the secretary of somethin’.
It’s not Auroville.
She goes for Hindutva prime time.
She believes in Modi.
She will take you for a ride.
A living embodiment of the Mother,
she’s got that on
like she’s wearin’ it.
She’s everywhere.
The administrator on her rounds,
look closely.
That’s an imposter there.
No one says she’s imitating the Mother,
but you see her do it.
When is this gonna red flag?
You’re just putting her picture
in some reach arm of yours,
like you are devoted to her.
Manifesting Auroville’s Twitter feed got the Mother.
Wow, you’d think they’d see that.
Now what do we do with this?
Will people realize what’s going on?
Will people see her for what she is?
She’s here to take Auroville from itself.
She has plans.
The evidence is in the pudding.
See what’s she doin’.
She’s not helping you.
She’s putting together her plan.
That’s to take Auroville
and Modi-fy it.
You don’t see this.
She’s there for that.
The attack,
didn’t it startle you?
And yet you only defy her.
When you gonna turn and face the master plan?
That’s not Auroville.
That’s a government-led organization
putting together a city for itself.
You can’t see that?
We’re all about the secretary.
She’s not the engines of the room.
She’s so little she paints herself
gorgeous/humongous. [words spoken simultaneously]
Look at her many rounds with her picture taken.
She doesn’t know when to quit.
What are you going to do about her?
I think we need to look at her first for what she is.
That’s not the Mother’s emissary.
You need to see this before it’s too late.
I’ll see yah tomorrow,
come again.
Jesus,
consciousness first deal.
There’s somethin’ similar
what would wrong do it.
Completely roam around
that lady’s from Blackwood.
Come together.
Don’t just deal around the tree.
This lady’s got something for you.
Wow, what is it?
Help Auroville
in contrary fashion.
What else would wake Auroville?
She’s needed to stir things up.
We have to get to consciousness.
It’s all around us.
We have to pinpoint the city,
bring it down to our terms.
There’s individuals changing consciousness there.
How does that happen?
We need that lady.
Slowly we’re gettin’ to the root of the matter.
Without her it wouldn’t get done.
We’re finding ourselves.
We know we’re there,
and do we keep goin’?
That’s the whole root of the program:
we are moved to proceed.
Itchy, Scratchy,
terrible to each other,
and we continue.
When’s it gonna stop?
You mean The Itchy & Scratchy Show?
Along midnight,
and people would love to get at me.
Can we come back to this?
That hateful secretary
will keep pushin’ her agenda.
How do we stop her?
We come back
to ourselves in change.
We see ourselves there.
We come together on ourselves
like a divine consciousness foray.
We begin the ascent.
We take high words and make them true.
We put it in our hands,
the way forward.
Consciousness knows that,
and we know the hallmarks of that high change.
That’s where we meet the secretary
and her shadow compartment,
in our very own change.
How do we lift that?
Let’s wait and see.
Let’s go for it,
the change of consciousness ahead,
to open us to what comes.
That will be bigger than the secretary
and any land grab.
We need to be ready for what comes.
Turn around.
We’re grabbin’ the North Pole.
Gonna have a hurricane on our back.
Set me onto Tuesday and Wednesday.
Well, it’s a knockout,
the poem you’ve got in your hands.
Is that skip it?
I can’t do that.
Okay Mother tell me what to do.
Can I have a breather?
No panic attack.
You’re fine.
Just keep sayin’ cheese.
That’s good photography.
Hate o’clock,
8 a.m.,
in their neck of the woods.
Goddamn,
they don’t know anything about you,
and they think they know everything.
Some show.
It’s 9:30.
He who sets out to harm
is not a harmer himself.
They’re spoken for.
There’s a lot more going on with them.
They’re not monsters.
They’re in a cage.
It’s hard for them to relate.
They can do better.
They’re just lifted that’s all,
not ill-treated.
We can name their sins,
and we can bring it to public attention,
directly and with force,
and I’ve done just that.
We don’t want to hurt them
by exposing them.
That is not our aim.
It’s not a bucket of ill will we pour over them.
We name their tune,
say their subterfuge,
give everybody the lowdown.
It’s not fair,
unless community process is at stake,
unless we need to see what’s happening
to community survival.
Exposing someone’s sins
just to get at them
promotes ill will.
How ironic it’s me
calling out this public servant,
and people can call out me.
I’m not sinless.
You could call me a monster
if the zeitgeist guided you and not God.
I am well aware of that.
I’ve put my head on the chopping block
for this secretary to use
to counteract my claims,
or her people.
It’s not the same thing,
but I understand your feelin.
I’ve done this in goodwill,
done it at the Mother’s behest.
I’ve explained to you,
not only accused,
and I’ve put this in terms of consciousness,
not let’s get ‘er.
I’m not asking you to harm her.
I’m showing you process
to remove her,
where you work on yourself to do that,
if she is to leave town,
and not remain with us a private citizen,
when she loses power.
Let the Mother do that.
Let us work for change.
Let’s bring this around to bear:
we work on ourselves to change,
not our habits,
not our lifestyle.
We go to the ground of consciousness and change that.
That’s where we begin.
That’s how we oppose
this hostile takeover.
That’s what you do.
Wear ribbons of opposition.
Let us know your stance.
Get away from me,
we don’t tell anyone that.
I’ve given her the opportunity.
Where are y’all going?
Are you just gonna put me on the chopping block?
Pick up now
all those quotes by the Mother.
In which one does she say to slay?
You’re perfect now.
This is your public image.
I’ve gotta look for it.
See here it’s not there.
Did the Mother ever involve police?
Did she ever call for punishment?
No, she opposed their use.
Madam secretary,
what are you doing?
You’re right in front of me.
It’s land important
the way I see Auroville:
to do something,
to land community
in its galloping road.
I’m not after you Ms Secretary.
I’m tryin’ to change the world.
A yogic see,
you’re hearin’ that now.
I’ve got some things
we all need to see,
and it’s dangerous for me, savvy?
That’s a terrible tale,
I’m destroyed tomorrow.
That’s Hindu
not to meet me there,
in the compassion Jesus gave to the world.
That’s Hindu
precisely where it needs to change.
American solution,
I found Data.
Let’s put ‘im in town square.
Let’s go over some announcements.
Did you see that demon?
Of course you did.
Let’s not please its antics.
We don’t have to inaugurate its spite.
It’s loud among us.
It 3:30.
Let’s get him off our back
and get down to what we’re here for.
Come on! Come on! [vision of Nitish my grandson on his bicycle urging me to join him on mine]
Let’s work on work on the change of consciousness.
It’s not gonna be easy.
Let’s just eat that’s all.
Mother and Sri Aurobindo have left their dynamic program.
I’m in their voice.
Who else would they use?
Humiliated,
brought to bear,
made to be an instrument,
I’m the Aurovillian that knows process training.
See my change of consciousness ahead.
Camera’s
intah the program,
and my photographs have life in them,
you and me baby.
He’s wearin’ the shawl,
the seer’s mantle:
all the menu
is reduced to God,
everything.
And I love tellin’ the time
like I belong there.
I’m an Aurovillian.
That’s my identity
in this human mass,
and you’ll make that official
one day.
I’m on my way.
You’ve heard my name among you.
It’s not a bright name.
Now look at me.
Consciousness rests
for deep removal consciousness renewal.
I’m workin’ on that engine.
Will you hand me a wrench?
Use your hammer again.
You got a moment
to answer simple request.
I’m really aligned with you.
Keep drummin’
Auroville I need you.
A little bit more,
and the secretary will actually believe that.
Great big piece of paper, huh?
Read it hopeful,
and the secretary will actually read it.
Now let us grow.
We all need to.
It still didn’t do
what I’d like it to do,
hit that bottom note.
This is just a survey.
I’ve been trying to
stop representation
and come out with it.
I see Fred look in windows.
The monster isn’t there.
Wash Mithrin’s clothes.
Mithrin
on a change of consciousness.
He’s gettin’ close to two.
We can see it in his hand,
language shaping forth.
It’s all over the place.
Thought,
that big deal,
is getting its engine running.
The baby will be a boy
shortly.
Oh how nice it is to watch.
He wants to see his cookin’.
He’s a bright boy.
Now whatta we do with you,
the spiritual change,
the psychic change?
How far do we go with them?
When is Supermind a word we use?
This is almost nonexistent.
There’s not a realized person among us,
and who has the psychic being out in front?
Can you tell me what they mean?
They transform,
and my how big they are.
I’m counting sheep.
The realized person among us,
can we count ten on the globe?
Can we count eight?
This is a seer’s whistle.
I’m not guessin’ sums.
How large that is,
how large that eight.
Can we find them?
What defines for us the change?
It’s a blur.
We don’t know what realized is,
and we don’t know the psychic change.
We don’t even know what they are.
Mithrin
will give us a clue.
There’s a heavy person there.
A funny little baby,
wasn’t he just was?
I’m gettin’ to the real.
I’m tryin’ to show it to yah.
Now how do we do this on our time?
We have to get past bright words.
The consciousness has to change.
How far you from that
Anandi, Joseba,
and all the rest of you
frustrated with the slow pace of things?
Tell me about it.
Now move.
Stop talking about Auroville’s future
and get down to the business of your change.
That’s what we’re here for,
and that’s what we’re doin’.
I’m serious.
That’s my mode with you.
I’m here to see it through.
Come on Joseba,
will you at least try
to see the real battle ahead?
I don’t have the number
of all the people we’re supposed to have,
but move a city in here,
and we’ve lost the battle.
The ring spirituality come first.
We need to ground first,
for how ever long it takes
to start seeing realized people among us.
The battle’s with your own consciousness.
That’s the right dharma armed.
Let’s not get caught in politics,
Anandi.
Get the job done.
Now it’s time to begin.
Let’s go.
The last consciousness.
Can you believe this?
We see it happen.
We see a realized person among us.
It will be here soon.
There’s no denyin’ it’s comin’.
He’s not to lead us
or change our shorts.
This is not guru time.
There to begin the change,
an individual among us.
It ricochets,
one person’s transformation,
and soon other people are realized.
This is not the way ashram’s work.
We didn’t see it work in ours.
Just a few
got turned on,
but that’s not gonna happen here.
This is a different animal.
The field is prepared.
It’s all laid out
for it to happen,
the Streisand effect.
We’re gatherin’ consciousness now.
Soon the mix will be ready,
and that person will change,
a catalyst for others,
no enlightened sweepstakes,
but enough to start the crowd.
It’s comin’,
and we just have to wait and see.
How much I have said today.
It’s a vehicle for change.
It’s got that on it,
some here recently arrived blueprints.
You’ll find this better than architectural plans
or any number of people.
Well, here we are.
Goin’ through the tunnel of a poem,
I sit here and write to you.
I puppy every morning.
That’s a little boy I get off to school
or get ready for the day.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no,
he’s a bear.
He’s difficult to deal with
in the morning times.
I just do my job.
Stand around and baby me!
Hold that thought while I iron your uniform.
J.A.R.V.I.S., mach 4!
And on goes the uniform.
It’s a rush to get him off to school.
And there we go.
I really like my job.
I don’t get annoyed too easily.
I’m giving the world its fresh morning start.
I’m giving God his clothes for the day.
That boy gets my full attention.
He’s my special project.
What does he think about it?
You’d have to see it believe it:
he just wants to be with me all the time.
What do I give him that other people don’t?
I give him the bell role,
and he sure makes use of that bell.
I am so delighted to be in his presence.
I cherish him
a devoted man,
hang on his every word,
well almost,
and just shower him with attention.
We’re not always there.
So much time we spend alone
doing our own thing
in close proximity.
Even now he’s on the computer
a few feet away.
Why do I give him this attention?
I can’t give you a label that fits.
Nothing I can call myself works.
Pederast, pedophile, boy lover,
I think you’d think of sex.
You don’t understand.
I love him
in that special way you love boys
when they embody to you your other half.
Let me explain.
I think we all desire union
with a person to fulfill ourselves.
It’s not always the opposite sex.
I think you’ve accepted gay and lesbian unions,
although some people still have problems with the sex.
Well here we are with a boy
representing my opposite half to me.
Okay put God there
you tell me offended by the relationship,
and that’s what I have done.
The boy’s not God for me.
God’s lookin’ at me through that boy.
Now imagine if you really saw this.
I’m not there to harm him, am I?
Granted,
it’s not easy to sacrifice sex and the romantic squeeze.
You do it because you have to.
You love that boy.
You love humanity,
and God you love,
and you don’t forget you love yourself.
Now tell me love can’t do it.
It is stronger than your hate,
what I’ve had to overcome to sacrifice sex,
your hatred.
You’re the biggest obstacle a pedophile faces
in making it right with children.
You can’t even see this.
Sitting in your buffered self,
you can’t see your hate reach the world.
Consciousness is to you a byproduct of brain,
and the hidden consciousness we all share,
you just deny.
A bubble’s worth,
it means no more.
Are you following me?
Now what do we do with pedophiles?
Now tell me love isn’t strong enough
to get them to love kids right.
You are so mistaken with your animal impulses.
You give hate the day.
A pedophile has a purpose if he could be made right.
Let’s grasp a little boy by the horns.
He needs a lot of focused attention,
and no not every pedophile would have one,
and I don’t know how many little boys need a pederast at their side.
Soul manages things,
and we’ve got so much to learn to let it do that.
I’ve made a beginning
to give you this example,
the making of a poet.
Will you hear me?
Anyway here we go.
Let's book ends meet.
He's in patterned straights.
He has the divine attention.
I just look after him.
The divine attention melts
into that he is a poet.
I keep him open to that line.
That's my job with him.
The logic of a poem,
it’s clear on certain things.
Let’s play with boy love, shall we?
Every boy has potential
to be something worthwhile in this world,
I mean in human stakes,
raise our integer.
I’m sorry girls too,
but that’s not my discussion today.
You think I’m talking fame.
I’m talking make us a better people,
and many are unknown who do that.
Now where do we bring the boys along,
the ones who have that mark
of adding meaning to our lives?
Why not a pedophile brings them,
not barring other people can?
I don’t think you know the meaning of pederasty
as an ideal mentoring us along one boy at a time.
You imagine only sex.
And where do we take this vehicle from,
in its proper form,
what brings humanity closer to itself?
Have you ever heard of human unity?
No believe me you have not.
Every area of human life
has to charge itself to human unity.
Every perversion has to find the divine purpose behind it.
This is not a communist manifesto.
God is the unity of all,
the God that brings oneness
as the guiding principle of our lives.
It’s a process of soul.
All our ships will have to be recommissioned.
Every institution,
marriage, family, law and order,
and all our means of employment,
has to produce human unity to survive.
It’s a lofty idea.
Put in practical terms it means fundamental change.
The very engines of society have to change.
Anybody who they are by nature
will have to be dealt with
in the light of human unity,
the most perverted,
and it’s there we reach harm’s end.
Nothing is done we prepare in school.
What would it be anyway different?
Look who we are
and match with that who.
Perfection comes from both of them,
the creature of the world
and the creature of God.
Bruno!
Ideology
can’t put up with this,
someone dangerous.
I don’t think an annual wait would work.
You would have to show them
the way of life to change.
Oh my God experimentation,
how you have to do that.
That means it can’t be a national field,
set about by its laws.
It means overturnin’ bein’ human.
I’m there with a camera
right in your argue belt.
We’re almost there,
where you see my contribution.
Individual's place power,
look at this.
I’m talking to you today
the very thing I’m talking about.
How do you propose this?
Well can you think of better circumstances
for human unity to come waltzing into the room,
when the lights of human unity Auroville are almost out?
The city will still be there
even when human unity is not
where it is taking itself.
You want Auroville the city of the status quo,
government-run Auroville.
You’re not going to produce the new human being.
No radical shift in consciousness there.
Rules cannot arrive at human unity.
How we’ll have to overcome consciousness,
all these formations of ill will floating around.
Tell me the outer process sees this.
It takes an inner revolution
overturning society’s ways.
We need circumstances for that.
We need Auroville.
And there you are in Auroville
arguing for land this and that,
ecological green, the keys to the office, what have you.
Something more fundamental’s at stake.
Can you see where we’re at?
We’re at the very crossroads of the city itself.
Who’s taking over,
the ordinary way of life or human unity,
and who will Auroville produce,
just more people or the superman?
It’s time for you to decide.
The Indian government can’t do it.
It will just produce the Indian government.
It has no means to outgrow itself.
You’d need a charter that says what it needs,
and we go from there.
You have the charter in your hands
the Mother wrote.
To listen to superman,
he's always on time.
Where are you gonna get a map?
Look right here.
Can you see the way?
If you're like me,
it'll take you awhile to see it.
And another little baby child is born in the ghetto. [heard sung, by Elvis]
There's just so much at stake,
and we need to hurry.
So race to human unity on itself.
Alright news, listen.
Cause man help.
A spread of humanity
in Indian business,
that’s the way.
Everbody’s calling cards,
their race card,
caste or religion.
I’m tellin’ yah the direction is up.
We’ve been clannish too long.
Hear what I’m sayin’?
What would govern us?
Some say love it is a fountain. [heard sung]
I can only quote love,
give it divine wings.
It’s the psychic fire in us
recognizing the unity all is,
and with this soul lamp
we will argue in favor of God.
It’s not the God of Hindus,
however many you may count.
It’s the Supreme in each of us
bearin’ out Its world.
I can light the fire
in my own soul’s keeping,
in the middle of my own life,
to bring God closer to me
when I see your face,
in any face I see.
This is not popular.
It’s not the rule of the crowd.
It’s God on earth my friend
manifesting His reality among us.
We need to get over the divisions among us
in our heart’s call to the world.
Can you see this in India
and still love India,
and still be a Hindu, Muslim, or Sikh?
Does God count rainbows?
Each one is His smile upon the world.
Tell everyone
God’s on earth you see.
That’s the epiphany.
I was born yesterday,
and I’m pushin’ the envelope now,
a foreigner
just blinding speaking his piece,
a foreigner causin’ trouble;
would you handcuff me this way?
Let me make myself clear:
God I love you,
I’ll put it on the freeway
and drive that idea across country—
and keep your eyes on the roadway at all times.
Harm's End 