Nithish found this hand-sized, laminated card with other numbered cards of the same type in an abandoned bus in the forest of the International Township of Auroville, India, just off Crown Road, photo by him
We are at the kingdom of the beginning of this beautiful brand new day. Let’s fix it you are not alone in the Transcendent.
I don’t know what to drink. I am soft and warm and mean and skinny. I plough through my room. I don’t know the time yet. I just spit on people. I stick my neck out for the razor type. I’m loud and boisterous, but I’m quiet near a river.
The lonely mountains see me pass a branded name. I’m stuck in mud. I shine all day. I run horses around stakes because I am one. I don’t like cowboys. They’re just stupid and mean, and I’ve seen too many dead ones.
I cry all damn day but laugh in front of people. I know my soul as a thin wraith inside that splits my hairs, and God above is a joke really I look at with my serious face. What is the meaning of life in a neigh? Tell the world that I’m here buen provecho.
Can you call humanity here? Is this the mass of men? Is this all of us bereft of spiritual change?
Grace Memorial Hospital liberation is in caballos, the monumental effort we put in to go past our limiting reason, to overcome our desires and principles, to be ourselves where soul meets Earth.
How do I do this? With a massive effort of my everyday life, changing the fronts of my being from the ground up. It’s opening the inner consciousness and be aware of our subliminal selves, and this extends into sleep, what we become conscious of the more we grab each night. It’s a change of character in man. It’s so much more than meditation and pranayama or digging toxins out with asanas.
It melts your ego over and over again over a good many number of years, but we do have history of the immediate lesson. How do I gauge this to you? It’s inner work completely see how you’re constructed. You become conscious of all. What gives it the spiritual ride? Understand God you understand and begin encountering him in the world from the depths of yourself.
This is concrete and real when you reach that stage it’s active, but these are not just thoughts of God. The substance of your consciousness change as you approach the Silence and take down the ego, and you begin to see the world through the spiritual consciousness. / You know it’s there. Even your feet surrender to this call. You reach into your subconscious and illuminate those rooms. You know the origin of your acts. You see how your nature became twisted or torn, and you see the repair being done by the soul witness within you.
You’ve grown bigger than ships. You know how it happens, world process, now that you see how your own self is made. These are beginning moorings to enlightenment’s doorstep, to the soul is the beginner of yourself. There is an on high, but enlightenment is a grave molecule to get there when you are flying by the seat of your soul.
Now where is that last caballo? Fred, Freddie! Where is the last man on Mars? A whole ship failed, and that planet died. Spiritualization did not move their keel. They refused the process evolve. What is the fate of the Earth? It is written in your destiny young woman, young man, and the great spiritualization has begun in the interest of the young to reach beyond society and see what’s new.
They don’t know spirituality yet, but oh my God planet they will. Good. Here’s a poem to knock you around in battle, to help light up the way. It’s so much more than diet and exercise. Can you see the divine in your face? Alright crawl there from the look of divinity in another person. Look I’ll meet you there at the library store venting this is all too much for our kind.
It’s a bubble test. It goes beyond Mars. See yah on the other side kid. Not a million miles away. Alright who done it? The Earth itself in great big leaps of mankind. Send us there before it’s tomorrow and it’s too late. I would imagine there’s plenty of blood on the floor, and the 5th is not even in it, but what about this morning when you saw your hope rise with the sun?
Dawn we see the package. I’m here reading this book. Suddenly I provide. I provide a dispenser, short bottleneck though it is. Is anyone flowerin’ yoga? If there was a law there’s no compliant. There’s just dueling banjos, but look toward thine angel now. Look homeward and up. So it’s got at least another tick in there, world matter till dawn.
On the spool of our hopes, on the livid of our dreams, we engage thee our spiritual morn. We just swept the car. I’m embarrassed. I have not stood there with my might yet, but my goodness horses here I come, and we’re on fire with everlivin’ need. You there, you understand?
Grace is the next world’s railways. We will be happy there. What stark sun is this? Sometime soon. Your energy is a witness to it. You’ve combined the opposites, and it doesn’t bother you. Asiya attests to that. You were soft ice cream, and he ate it up. You’ve got the leeway, and you’re holdin’ down the fort. You’ve good. You’re learnin’ your trade. You’re doin’ it great football fields wide. You’re not a son of a bitch. Let’s bubble up some and just sit in bed and bask awhile.
We build yellow houses. We construct them with wood. Then we lay them down, over and over again. This is our construction process on the bails of thought. We feel them into being. This rides our day, one thought after another, day by day. It’s ice cream. Did somebody say favorite food?
We are housed here, and a thought is a mop bucket, cleaning out what’s after. A thought is a huge thing, all naked and wood. It’s already occurred before we think it out. We go over it and over it. We do not stop. We never go away from this. Bails upon bails of thought we make, freight trains through our minds. Let go of this, and you’ll be in thin wood. You’ll cake on yourself. It’s where the balls are that we retrieve into Silent Mind.
Now here’s the house God lives, you see the Self in. It’s awesomely deep, wrapped around with nothingness, where the engines of the universe play. You are a copter upon yourself, brooding wings of infinity. It lasts an hour or a day, until it turns off no more. I arrive at thought the master of the plan. I think upon myself in large ways. I go there: I don’t handle thought for a little while.
But Silent Mind don’t ride my days. I’ve stumbled upon it a time or two. We have to be clear we were formin’ enlightenment. Have you ever had that thought? Grapple with it now. Do you know it’s there what we arrive to next in our identity plan? Hey kids this is not enlightenment. We’re becoming something you see, and we need Silent Mind to get there, a formless identity we shoulder to Supermind, the God inside. An overhead kingdom sits there, and this is the fullness of ourself, God identity, at this stage of the game. You can imagine more.
So where does Silence put us? Right slap dab in the middle of it. And then? We plant our feet on planet Earth, and Supermind comes down to meet us at the ascending pole of our effort. Then we’re cosmic complete, bigger than the cosmos, not in size in weight. We are the springboards of the universe. The universe comes from us. I’ve been there once. I’m not just makin’ up plans.
Did I have to say all this to get your head straight on Silence? I don’t think you understand me. I’m bleeding concepts in the room, like cosmic means somethin’. Where do you go on Silence? A round chair, and so many people just sit there. Who wants to go higher? Bliss is satisfied. Do you want to go higher? Ramana Maharshi didn’t. We all do eventually. When you learn about it it’s there, a belief castle. Before that no one’s ever heard about it. I’m taking you there, balloons overhead, Somethin’s up there you know. It’s the origin of the universe. Said it all.
Don’t forget your ambition for thought. You wanna get into the Silence. You wanna dip your head into the Silence. Catch it, you’re gonna hit the ground of the universe a hat infinity. Now that red apple pierces your skull vibratory nature. You hum big church all around your brow. It’s so comfortable there and smooth. No I with its busy notions disturbs that room, not a thought one. You’re reside in silence. This is awesomely big. You can’t figure it out from here. It’s totally other being inside a body here on Earth.
You last awhile, and then the cosmos lapses into itself. You’re there yet? You will be once. You’ll get there soon. It’s every death journey’s hand. We take off the ego you know and get down to science. It’s what we do there. It comes along to take us to Heaven and beyond, and you think it’s a stranger? We’ve sauced this out so many times, death, upon death, upon death. We’re there now underneath it all. It’s raw, basic awareness, cosmic size.
Now why have I shown this to you? You think AI will get you there? Where do we put Silence on? In our own room, a listen to ourself, no bowls of media present. Do you know how precious this is, guided by your own mind? It’s stage one. Come on mountain let’s go.
Now in the vibration room each vibration opens a little central veeter that respond directly to sunlight. Okay, okay, okay, look I get it. Almost reaction, because I’m slaying. You don’t know this stuff. It looks easy, if you vie for it, but let’s face it this is tops that a human could do, your golden Mars, but they lost this and ruined their civilization. How hard it is, you got nothin’ harder in human.
To know directly, what do we see? Obviously it’s not videos. It’s contemplation’s circle, there in your room, when you’re filmin’ God. Where do we begin? The first photo please. A beggar down and out on reality’s pole. You see from there what God looks like, and He would not be tall and kind. He would be a braggart in His room. We don’t stop the vision there. That man don’t see straight. He has eyes of sufferin’.
Lift God up from there. Are you okay with what He does to people? Are you okay with this vice? I couldn’t back up to you God. I couldn’t stand in His way. The significance of beggars breathes awhile. We can’t get at it there. We can’t even try. Let’s beanpole reality, and it gets bigger all the time. Let’s do something about it. Let’s see God there addressing Himself.
Is that okay? We’ll be building a teenager. We’re gonna get him all soft in his room to carry the day. We’re gonna wean him some, from do this for him do that, so he can carry the divine. We will be gentle with him and put him on his own attention, where he needs to be more than computers handles and where the cellphone rides. This is not ice cream and cake. We will pill him with just enough books to get his writing going. He’s a poet of the divine, gets whole poems from the inner voice. We were surprised as he was.
Now we have a responsibility to see this through. My consciousness opened his. We’re everlastin’. That means we give this boy a good shot to grace him with infinity and keep his eyes on God, not the stuff in his room. I’m right there by ‘im, holdin’ his hand. A Green Beret on duty, I’m a sergeant sometimes, but I’m not mean. I can certainly improve. Now let’s stand down the poem I’m giving you. It means somethin’ to the order of the day. God bless you.
Heard these lines via the inner voice while meditating at the Samadhi of Mother and Sri Aurobindo and smelling the incense burning there the other morning. The photo I took in our satsang room and developed in our darkroom.
