Thinking through a Kaleidoscope.

Man against Humanity

2009-06-14T22:15:00.001-07:00

The circumstance

While Princess Humanity was fleeting on force of the river of intelligence, the farther it traveled from the glacier of Consciousness through which seeps the knowledge aggregating the force which was thrusting her through hard rocks and cutting into mountains making mother earth weak every where it casts its drift, towards the later of its course the wider it became, but dirt and grime pollution sewering in through tunnels of effluents would make the stones underneath grey, the water frothy white - until She met the sea so that there was a vast expanse of territory which she could observe and enjoy the swings of the rising and the falling tide, Humanity has grown in the uterus of the conscience into a beautiful woman of sixteen years of age.

Like any girl that age, she is full of motion ever trying to discover bliss due next moment, observing carefully other creatures and articles with novelty, refraining from touching since her revered and praiseworthy father, and her loyal subjects advised her to be suspicious of all that is alien to the knowledge imparted to her in the book of Neetinyeha; everybody feared for her, concerned about a discreet prophecy in the holy book of the chances of not achieving Puberty, the inhabitants of the Kingdom had prayed sleeplessly of her to produce the child of Purity as she sculpts her own genes to either destroy the future life on earth, or plant it with serenity for the forthcoming generations - she was too precious, too delicate to be stung by a careless lotion of Lust and she had to be preserved; painfully instructed to avoid all who had greed in their eyes and, must only respond to genuine Love.

For Humanity to distinguish between who is a valid contender for her hand as a bride and who must never see her at all, she was educated on courses those expand onto the Birth, Protection and Demise of conscience but the topic of Recurrence was hidden from her as that was a truth she should not know so as that was the domain of the Stone, her hopeful mate for evolving the genes of the animates to the supreme order where the Stone would achieve eyes to look, hands to feel, mouth to speak, legs to walk, ears to hear and wings to fly around the universe and dwell in the motion-full tabernacle. As yet, the Stone was waiting since billions of her years went by, silently watching his semen originate in form of rivers on the planet earth, patiently but in anxiety as not to intervene in the natural process of her puberty.

despite the various quaities of man, his inherent virtue to succeed is largely based on his desires

Algae the Father King, the holy reservoir and origin of life ascended his coveted throne with his feet somewhat immersed in rosewater, he had tried to transcend his mind towards vital issues of his government, but since he could not agree more to his subjects who cherish his acknowledgement towards their efforts to recreate his desire to bless the animates with enthusiasm at the wedding of his daughter the immaculate angel of compassion- Humanity, his hands were shaking in anticipation of being confronted with the event of the demise of his Universe before her wedding.

an important difference between man and humanity is that man is a substance wherehas humanity is a quality. man is the essence on which humanity is built but gmanity is wholly not the prerogative of man of its offspring, gumanity is the offspring of the endeavor of conciousness to manifest in its most beautiful and eloquent form to display the grandeeur by which it stkaes shape and pleaes the rest occupants of the universe, on the earth, humanity is the final form of the evolution of the the qualities of lifes various forms because humanity is not the result of man but the outcome of the endeavours of its precdecessors that started from the algae . as alge was imparted the knowledge to survive in the n then harsh circumstances on earth, the extremely cold environment and hot furnaces in different parts

the present form of life is broadly available for view on a three dimensional graph with one axis belonging to the Creators, the Destroyers

His wife the immaculate Flower wiped tears of fatigue off his cheeks, which in her absence the king would drink as they would tickle down unto his lips creating the experience of the sea in his mouth, the tears were indeed saline that caused blemishes on his nose as they fell by, a sign that an internal anxiety deepened to a massive extent and that he wants to share the ordeal of being consumed in the rage of being alive.

The father king consumed Alvira from a bowl of crafted granite, encrusted with diamonds along the rim such that the intoxicant would filter through the gems mobilizing its ingredients making them motile. The drink is the semen of a snake laced with ginger and tobacco, provided him a sedation. He closed his eyes and made the imagination of a weeping cow whose children were being sent to the slaughter house. He gulped the rest of the Alvira and the semen produced a considerable haze in his eyes because he could not see his subjects clearly. He forgot the court and was looking sternly into the jaws of the cow those were bleeding with infection, the Fly was kissing her lips sucking out the ointments and curing herself, but the Cow was lethargic and empty, bulldozed from confines of a temple into a truck and her calf being pushed to the sides by the energy of the movement of the truck. The calf was sick and the mother disillusioned. The king lowered his head below the cow as the puss out of her mouth fell on his lips. Being his duty to injest the deadly liquid, but his want of not doing so, he resisted consuming the poison but his instinct commanded him to lick the liquid, before he could taste it, a soft moist cloth wiped it away.

The Queen Flower used a cloth made of dried resin of timber to soak the remains of the dripping Alvira from the lips of the illusioned king. She was concerned as the king was again weeping in the middle of the court and despite her numerous attempts to keep the king healthy, there was mounting fear of his death before the Show. She lit incense sticks whose perfume emanated cannabis, dousing the environment with the king's favorite intoxicant.

Tears were incessantly falling trickling down the face of the inconsolable king, the Flower mixed honey with jaggery and applied the ointment on his face, thus the tears would take the taste of the sweet sugary lotion and enter his mouth. Had he not been so intoxicated as he was that day he would have licked the arms of the queen in appreciation of her devotion to him, but the king, hardly able to be present in the situation took no cognizance and dreamt unto the sullen reality of the universe of whom he was the origin and guard. Then the queen took out a Taabiz made of mica and sand, placed the orbitual pin inside the Taabiz that emerged out of the stones. She guided a satin thread weaved in silver and bamboo through the Taabiz and brought it close to the upper arm of the king. She tied the taabiz on his upper arm and pressed the orbitual pin into the skin of the king. The pin delivered the mother resin filtered through the mica and sand into his veins and that countered the effect of the alvira intoxicant which was not helping the king from his agony.

The king, still in the awful dream where the cow was pleading to save her calf from being slaughtered, where all the parties except the Jester was in pain. In his obscure vision he was seeing his subjects, all paying attention to the groans of the cow, slowly the taabiz made its effect and the reality of his rule and obedience fazed in as he tasted the sweet drops of his tears, he realized that his queen was around and attending to him.

The Wasp - the keeper of faith of the divine king appeared without sound into the magnificent court whose ceiling rose a hundred feet in air forming a parabolic vault which had sculptures of gods and godesses carved from marble and embellished with gold and platinum rise through the spiral walls as a convolute ascending to the apex of the dome made of mica that let sunlight cascade rainbows through the hall. The wasp waiting to hear the king breathe and came dangerously close to him, almost touching his nose with his sting, sensing the vitality of the lovable king and rejoicing in the sounds of whiffs of air those came from his nose. The king was alive and hope was there that the day of Convergence would be seen through his beautiful eyes. As the queen gestured, the Wasp took a flight away and announced.

"The fuel of his hope and the bringer of their destiny, the care of his palm and the water of their oasis, his beauty that enthralled the kingdom of Ambotreya, the benevolent prince of my heart - his being that pervades faith amongst the mortals - his supreme adulation - the Prince Grass has come to pay reverence to the mighty court of his Highness - the king of the Universe."

The Algae tried not to look at the wasp, tried not opening his eyes but could not help as he heard heavy broken footsteps pounding trough the air of the Temple, as he would call it. The king opened his eyes and a flood of tears smashed through his temple and fell all over his robe.

The prince of wisdom - the holy Grass had not anticipated to see his father in that condition again, thirty two human years had gone by since the Hiroshima blast, a span which according to the sacred throne chronicle was considered to be temporary and ephemeral- one that should not cause permanent damage to his conscience, but he was seeing it again and heard the rumors often that the king may not really live up to seeing the final of animation and recreation of the next universe.

The prince watched his father, nonreactive to the king's desire of enveloping him into his arms, he watched his father spreading out his anatomical wings whose texture had gone dry, whose lusture was fading by the moments that went by. The king was standing on his toes, ready to embrace his beloved son but the son did not move. He merely touched the flowing robe of the ailing king and then bent down to his knees to touch the base of the altar on which his father stood.

"Ye my grand benevolent father who is the origin of that life on Earth, the holy Algae who tread this kingdom first as the symbol of movement of the fetus of life on all planets- he who was never condemned and who never sinned is now why to be seen in a shape that reminds me of remorse?" The prince addressed his father- the Algae.

The Flower did not move as if he was her step son, which he was not. She was not even looking at either the King or the Prince. She was looking away to the horizon that entered the court through the twenty one steps hoisting the throne of the king above his subjects, questioning if she had yet reached the point and the place that was supposed to be too distant for fear to reach and for agony to cast its spray. Was her family alone in the turmoil of being alive ? she questioned the Stone but she got no reply. The Flower queen took umpteen moments to stand and reach at the bottom of the pedestal, counting all twenty one steps those separate the subjects and the holy throne, slowly descending the altar.

On sensing his mother, the prince yet befallen on his knees unfolded himself to the ground and spread himself facing the earth with the tips of his fingers touching her toes. The mother gathered energy from his wise son's magical touch on her toe finger nail and picked his fingers, imparting her own energy to him and raising him from the honorable fall. She looked through him as if she had not seen him since decades, her only child on whom she would sacrifice her greatest love, she buried him onto her chest and looked at the subjects - none of whom dared to look or inquire at her family. The son was receiving her warmth her caress, and after having enough of her affection he withered away to concentrate on the agenda of his arrival.

"Ye father and the divine king of Ambotreya, I hear amongst the bushes that the flowers guarded by the thorns are loosing fragrance, that the sun that has never deceived us is skipping secretly and stealing seconds and hours from our productive workdays and reducing our sleep, that the moist sands by the river which once encased our footprints are manipulating their shapes close to those of a monster's, the winds those earlier brought cool moist breezes from the North are now ferrying dry hot typhoons from the West, the pen which I used to create poems of love is now spurting blood on the canvas of leaves those are drying and becoming thorns parched in a sun that once baked the dung is now burning the skin of the farmers, it has not rained since years in parts of your kingdom, wells and rivers have gone dry as my mouth does in attempt to speech the outcome of your endeavors. Often I pronounce that is the benevolent king from whom the nectar of life arose guilty of overlooking his assets or has my family sinned that a grave future is being foretold by occurrence of events those disrupt my sleep and make me sick."

The father moved a step below to come closer to his blood. The son takes a step to come closer to his father. Both father and son meet at the eleventh step that has a large landing enough for both of them to heal unto each other. The wings of his father were full blown and the feathers were erect, filled with air and ready to fly.

"To observe a beautiful child who is the believer of goodness, an instrument of faith in harmony, one who perpetually architects bliss in my kingdom and on whom the trust of civilizations has been occurring - may not be so melancholy until there is hope as a word in your dictionary. That there is distress had bells rung even earlier but I did not pay deserved heed because I thought that the cycle of life has none to my contribution as nature proceeds without my consent as the wind manufactures breeze without my knowledge, but now since you have come that means there is a subject of concern which these subjects were either silent about or I was too immersed in the attitude to forgive aberrations in the quotidian functioning of life". The king raised his eye lashes beneath which there was apparent swell in eyes, redness and restlessness. His pupil swayed uneasily as his eye lids fluttered, swaying wind pecking onto the face of the Grass prince.

"But was that to be what we today see? as enshrined in the old books of the Neetinyeha and written on the bibles by the supreme consciousness, I can still not believe that the world that was nurtured to breed the sensation of joy can be so profoundly without it and by my education into running of governments, I look for answers to problems as perhaps the gravest problems confront us today - that is the government not doing enough to satisfy the Consciousness that she has banished happiness from our domicile? or why is there this pandemonium where being is being punished for craving of life. Last couple of years as I have tread your kingdom I have found deserts expanding into glaciers - there the mountain held me by my throat and threatened to kill me lest I return all that belonged to him. I was puzzled, what have I taken from him that makes him so angry? A few years still ago and I visited the sea - she shook my boat to upside down and dragged me into the whirlpool. While I managed to climb out and save my spirit, she questioned me the same - return what you have taken from me. What have I taken from her O my sacred father, why did she spoke to me with so much angst, why did she not meet me with the passion that you meet to me? Why...". The prince was not complete but that was the opportunity the Pig wanted.

The Pig sat on the second row, third away from and on the left hand of the King, on the aisle that seated the vegetarians. His ministry overlooked the sensation of Humbleness in the kingdom of Ambotreya - was conspicuously absent from the court since past few months. As one could fathom, to arrive near the alter from a distance of a hundred feet with his slacken pace took him sufficient time to organize exactly what he would project to the owners of the kingdom. He moistened his feet with his urine, rubbed them along the hairy surface of his skin until they were shiny and tread along the protocol aisle to reach the three family members.

"With permission to interject in this situation not delivered by default onto any subject and while it takes considerable reason to merely walk onto court, I am yet guilty of appearance, but thus is believed that a fair amount of contemplation might have sufficed for my mis-demeanor.." The Pig stopped to provide the royal family a space to either allow him to speak or ask him to retire on the sensitive situation.

The Flower mother looked at the Pig with consonant eyes and welcomed him to the meeting. She understood by his urgency that there was qualification in his merit to interject and perhaps he wanted to share something noteworthy and important for that circumstance.

"The Man who has been a deserved Jester of this court was granted abilities to mimic ideals of selflessness as probably using this virtue the episodes of emergence of divine conciousness would affect the entire animate kingdom bringing out fresh happiness to the Stone, his highness the Algae and the other esteemed viewership of the manifestation of consciousness in matter, the being of man was blessed and divided into two qualities - the body and the soul as duality that would keep the consciousness guessing on which follows what and encourage her to intensify both, while the visible body would demarcate the clear present, the soul would indicate the course of future as result of his actions, his body was crafted to indicate beauty that would emerge from his actions. The soul was divided into the Mind and the Spirit and the body was divided into Strength and Dexterity. While the mind provided reason, the soul provided the impetus to achieve what the mind qualitatively decided upon. While the strength in his body abled him to live long enough to accomplish a larger requirement of the animates, the dexterity provided him the capability to create ideas those would embellish his environment. That Man who was crafted to glorify the reflection of creativity in the universe is betraying you, your highness through whom the Consciousness descended to be seen in motion, the Man has sinned against the virtues setup by sensibility and has rebelled against the ethics of the Neetinyeha."

The Jester had been watching the Pig trudge along the protocol aisle, sensing mischief in his gait, though the sound of the Pig was evenly audible to the entire court that spanned the size of a football field, the Jester looked onto his tail avoiding his eyes as the Pig took the glance to the Jester, eyes those shone a sparkling angry light refracting the emotion of contempt around the pupil, closed them as not to over expose his hatred for the Man.

"Today I could declare that the purpose of Man is questioned but humility casts me aside from his shadow and I should refrain from insulting in court as this court is as honorable as my soul, but something disturbs me so much that I am not able to extend control over my feet as they positioned me with you - your superiority, and I can not control my lips as the speak against the tormentor of my school, that if I do not take a stance then my ministry is reduced. Since long has he devoid me of respect despite I became his bread. Today I am filled with remorse on the day the Echositus made the mold for man who has today made it into a coffin to rest his secret desires those were never to be granted to him by merit, so he had now set forth to achieve them by use of force and brute power, destroying every bit of compassion which I am made up of, disregarding benefits of other elements of the ecosystem grinding his machine to the heart of earth where today she weeps in pain of suffrage, she is crying out and I can hear her cries every moment, but she cannot come to you because she is Stone and I must be her voice, she asks me to take her woe to this court and punish the man with the order that he does not tread onto the territory where his actions cause damage to my ministry."

The jester was rubbing his nose with a handkerchief made from ruff of the Kastouori Deer emitting a fragrance using which he would enthrall females of the court, or his porcupines; he animatedly took out vial made of crystal and dropped drops of a thick ointment resin onto his right eye - flutter of thin water starting flowing out of his eyes and then from his nose, he opened his briefcase and pulled out the makeup kit, and ran the red lotion on his cheeks so they were glowing as if slapped by the paw, pulled out an injection that labeled 'anesthesia' and stuck the needle onto his leg and pushed the entire fluid in his veins. As sensation dropped on his knee, he brought out a knife and slashed it through the skin of his knee bringing out blood. Limping, grappling with his gait making the most solemn face as the undertaker repents the body he has buried, the man walks though the protocol aisle where the king, queen, prince and the pig are standing.

"O that father king and the beloved mother queen, I do not deserve to be looked at by your pure eyes for then the texture of my torn skin will ruffle your eyelashes, I do not deserve to be smelled as the wafs of odor emitted by my glands will pollute the fragrance you breathe, I do not deserve to be touched as I will drain away all your positive and creative energies and I do not deserve to be heard as my words may contanimate your system.." The man spoke.

"..the deserved Jester is complaining again." The queen commented, looking at the man.

"This is not that useless complain which I use as gimmicks to please the king and the royal subjects of this court, this complain towards myself is most grave as I today realize as I have sinned and am guilty". The man said.

"And what is that sin? Jester" The king asked.

"The sin of my empty word that has cause today, the earthly mother - the valuable Flower queen the circumstance to doubt my character"

"Now that you have realized how crucial your character is to the sanctity of this court, and your countenance seeks forgiveness, but unless you elaborate on your guilt it will be difficult for the king to provide you merciful words". Queen flower asked.

"The word that I will be faithful to the promise I gave you has yet again been lost because I let my instincts govern my acts, and without allowing my soul to govern my thoughts, I gave way to temptation and I would taste desire every time I would close my eyes, I have none control over my body. I am guilty that I desire things which are not sanctimonious to be confessed in court, but I am fighting with the evil of selfishness.."

"You may not entirely blame yourself as you are a man slave to your desires and temptations, your want is greater that your need, your instincts are never pacified of the thirst to be titillated, doused in pleasure you do not exert influence over them and you get defeated in your virtue again and again, this is your reality". The pig said.

"I must take leave from the court now and must go over to a space of recluse to meditate over my shortcomings, in silence I must introspect and ignite in myself the desire for a firmer character so that each word I speak is cast in steel and buried so deep that it takes a volcano to disassemble what I intend to do", the man moved out of the court not raising his eyes to gain any confirmation from the subjects.

The struggle
"Humanity, can I talk to you?"

I was looking at her through the narrow curtain that separated the worlds between us. I was in her palace, her kingdom and asking for mercy and forgiveness. She was dressed in a silk robe that had pearls circling her arms, neck and waist - there was exquisite weaving of gold and silver but besides that, she wore nothing else. The robe was wrapped around her like a saree covering her head, she laid in deep meditation on the ground supporting her back against a pillow made of dreams.

"I have come again, despite at all times I say to myself that I should not meet you and not expose my vulnerability to you, but there is not much I can do, I am not able to control myself, when I think of you, I need to meet you then there is only one purpose, to go upto you and talk to you. It has been so long since we have met and to this day you come in my dreams telling me that there is nobody at fault, but the fault has been mine and I take the blame for the way we have become- empty and conceited. Will you talk to me for once..please?"

"We no longer belong to each other Man. I now belong to somebody else. Mine and your destiny are two different paths", her sound was like a piece of chalk screeching on the blackboard, hurting my spine and twisting it until I cried out.

"But you are still not married to the Stone. I will see when that will happen but for now there is nobody who loves you more that I can. You have to return to me and I will wait for you for the rest of my life"

"Do be a fool as much as you want but do not come to me unsolicited"

"So you think it was me who deserted you?"

"I am not thinking a lot these days, but yes you had the prime role to play in all the misery I have been through. Father has been going ill because he cares for me and you don't. All you know is to create stories and tell people the lie. You are a shameless selfish fool who does not deserve the highness of kingdom of Ambotreya, but still you manage because you have the skills to convince the masses that only you can lead them through the apocalype."

"I said sorry for what I did and was untrue to you, but this does not mean I am incorrigible. I am ready take responsibility and amend to my reputation as I was created. I will be loyal to the king.."

"Please do not talk to me about loyalty - I am aware that for man the tounge and eyes quarrel are instruments to decieve and not act in loyalty and goodness. Man you have lost me because you have lost your soul. Now I can not belong to you and you can not mate with me because I belong to somebody else and you know about it."

"I will defeat the Stone, and if I have to, I will defeat life and attain you"

"But how can you attain me as you do not love me, you only lust me. I can only be achieved with the approach of true beauty that comes from qualities like patience and perseverance. I know about your mood swings, right now you are inside that torture of our separation, but the minute you are out of this castle, you will forget me and think about the whore whose advertisement you saw in the newspaper. Go home dear man, somebody else would deserve you but not me."

"Tell me what have I done that I do not deserve you?"

The Weakness
Man and humanity may not be taken to be automatically complimentary. Men have known to act against the spirit of humanity and at those instances, his being becomes disqualified to recognize the sheen of goodness. The hatred of a man to other behaves like an untreated cancer which infects adversely on his fellow people. Why is man alone ? In pursuit of goals which are selfishly his own, where bliss and tranquility are not believed to have any effect, the selfish man remorses unto himself the effect of a selfish deed, the outcome of his actions and the cactus which he grows to ward away neighbours are hurting him instead and stealing his happiness. He was to be the ornament on the divine body of goodness, words those exalt virtues were to be on his lips and if he were to stumble at the aisle leading to the alter of god, he would not allow any more people to get hurt - but he did hurt other people, so look at that mocking man who throws stones in way of his sisters, and when kindness comes to ask him to remove the obstracles, he torments the kindness because he cannot behave according to ideals because his pleasures are distinct from the pleasures of the rest of the people. His pleasures are for his own body but the not the body of his daughter whom he threatens, his pleasure is for his own beauty but not the beauty of the garden of his neighbour whose air he brazenly breathes. He is alone standing inside the dungeon he created so that no person would touch him and come near his vicinity, alone in the fortress where he has captured his own soul and condemned her to live as he deeply fears the possiblility of exposing his goodness to any other man, he only believes in protecting his assetts even though they may not be of any use to him, and then when the dilemma on which he is caught beguns to make him ill, he derives pleasure by ill treating other beings. The remorseful man is then hiding, appearing suspiciously cheerful on the outside but there is his deep fear of being run over by an accident, his ill feelings towards others get converted into ulcers for which he blames them, his suspicion creates in him the desire to impose his ego over the rest of beings. That man is angry that his desires are not being realized, he event borrows desires of others in order to compete in a false glory by which he attains pleasures. But though he may receive pleasure, happiness is distant from him because a man is happy alongside maximum number of brothers and sisters who can associate with the emotions he wants to communicate, but the selfish man is pleased alone, but in that lonliness the man has even withheld himself from god. Since experiencing bliss needs the sanctity and trust of the Super soul that is the only authorized escort for man and his ready tabernacle to experience positive sensation, the man feels that he is smeared in happiness due to his superiority over others but that is merely sinful pleasure. For happiness, all that may be required is to concentrate on the process to breathe and on the precise moment of existence without feeling threatened, to not merely compete but seek to beautify the surroundings which need ones attention and to be in love with oneself; but the selfish man rarely has time as he is rushing to a job or mending a broken problem, and scarcely for his own self he is able brings out time to introspect on what was the purpose of his own creation as why did his mother give him birth .

The selish man is disturbed by the slightest provocations, is unable to control his anxiety of lagging behind other humans either in lifestyle or approach that counts the tangible attributres of money, beauty and glamour as the scale to measure his success over others but his own satisfaction is conscpicuous and he does achieve the moment of true oneness with his own spirit. Neither, the selfish man realizes his own true nature but, seeks infinite pleasures, thus humanity is burdened with a desire for pleasure and man is burdened with the desire for humanity, but since humanity and man are two separate articles, while man is a vehicle to carry the quality of humanity and is the instrument to achieve the beauty of humanity in the mould call man, the beauty is fragrance where man is the essence, and though humanity origins out of man, she does not belong to man neither she will be responsible only for man but the entire beings and the inanimates of this universe to which she owes remedy, humanity might be dissassociated with humans due to his reckless apathetical attitude, she is drifting farther away from him and his posession.

In an age where the one with beauty is stoned and the one with honesty is punished, there is still hope that man will recognize his true quality of being with one with himself and being true to the duty which his body must perform in order to achieve the goal of survival which is to elevate the position of joy to be experienced by all beings. The one with a resource may not give away the resource but use it such that the same is replicated with whom he gives shelter and company to, and those who have not been kind to him are automaticaly excluded from his dispensation and they cannot qualify to be near him and receive his gifts. Let his gifts not be in cash or kind but in words of encouragement and the passion he promotes and promises to his brothers and sisters, so that they are motivated by his spirit and they promulgate his intensity amongst their own clan, replicating his energy in themselves and becoming the light which he became for them, they become to others. No cash or kind is passed but ideas and ideals, then whom the man touches becomes his aide and whom he sees becomes blessed, with that man - the motion of each person will compensate the losses in his life and the flow of seas will bring him rain even when he is in a desert. He must pursue onto not the ego which man inspires but the sacrifice which nature inspires, so that he becomes capable to learn and offer the qualities of nature to other men and beings, but this is only possible if he accepts his role as a creator of objects and lives that is visible to him and the ideas which are invisible as well because he created such magnificence in sight, and the expectation of further beauty to manifest in actions of his generations, he has no choice but to be bound by virtues of the the deepest well of conciousnes which is the reservoir of knowledge about his own self as he discoveres that he is not different from the person next door, but only in terms of the visible quantities of beauty, power, assets and relatives - the inner quality of soul is exactly the same and the more he is compassionate towards other beings, the less are the chances of his illness, the more the chances of his recuperating and success of achieving the true purpose of humanity with him as her vehicle, so only that person can be called as the owner of humanity and since there are few who can be as docile as to cherish company of paupers becauce they like giving away and taking less, so such few men are not counted as humans but as manifestations of god, therefore this passage does not imply on them but invokes their curiosity to know their own qualities.

The Instinct

In the month of September, the pig was on duty to minister a distant colony of his clan on virtues of social etiquetts. He covered a journey of eleven miles as he walked through the forest, enthusiastically singing to himself tunes of his folklore, meanwhile the Man had been deceptively following the pig. The man carried chunks of cow meat and blood in a large leather bag tied to his shoulder.

The pigs friends were courteous and after his ministry, they took him to a beautiful swamp that was the begining of a large lake in the middle of the forest. The man followed the pig until the begining of the swamp and then went further away to the other side of the lake.

The pig rejoiced at the sight of mud and water and began dancing with his cousins. The pigs entered the swamp from the direction the friendly fish were waiting to welcome them. The pig drank a few gulps of the sweet water and entered the pool. The fish were biting onto his thick skin that was tickling him and he laughed out loud. The pig was giggling and moving deeper in the water with his friends.

The sun had created a cloud above the pool which was taking shapes of his ancestors. The pig was almost in the middle of the lake and swines of various shapes of his pedigree were dancing around him.

The man reached the opposite side of the lake where a family of crocodiles lay idle warming to the heat of the sun. The man climbed a tree and atop the safe high branch, he threw at them pieces of meat towards the lake. The crocodiles became excited as they would disregard all customs of civil behaviour on smelling cow meat being flung at them; the man started directing his throws towards the lake, prompting the beasts to run into the lake. The crocodiles fought and raced to fetch the meat pieces. The man then climbed a boat and threw pieces at them bringing the entire herd of thirteen crocodiles towards the center of the lake. He then punctured the leather bag and immersed it in water. Cows blood oozed out of the bag and dropped and gushed onto the noses of the beasts, they wildly swam behind the boat blindly unto where the man was leading them- their mouths opened and the crocodiles were aptly hungry again and excited.

The man held a branch of tree in his other hand that hid him from view of the dancing pigs, happy onto their trivial congress, the man peddled the boat towards the where the pigs were frolicking. As the man came near enough the pig, he tied the pigs tail to the boat and emptied the contents of the bag in the lake. The pigs noticed the crocodiles and started screaming and running away. All of them fled except whose tail was tied to the boat. By then the crocodiles had surrounded the pig who was tied to the boat by his tail.

The man came out of his hiding and appeared pleased at the situation. The pig cried for help. He reminded the man that if the beasts killed him - no one would teach the children of man the subject of humility. The man laughed mercilessly pushing his smelly breath onto the pigs face. As the crocodiles munched on the pigs legs, the man put on his jester cap and began to sing the song which pleased the king most.

Man had eliminated his worst enemy. Man was eager to celebrate his success with his beloved prostitute. The Man ran went across the water filled marsh field stamping his feet deep on the moist earth but each time the foot prints vanished and the broken grass re manufactured itself its and wounds on the bent twigs vanished and the grass stood still erect. He smashed on the ground his axe that dug into the earth a massive crater from which thick blood appeared. The man washed his hands and face with the liquid and drank a bit of it to quench his thirst. On sooner that if gulped a bit of it that he vomited the entire feast if had just had. His path was illuminated by a glow the run not allowing his shadow to fall on the leaves twigs and ground where is my shadow you are the burden that made the earth heavier but i minimize your presence
The devotion
The realization

The man came home and brought out his drawing board, pens and paper on which he drew the diagram of a temple. he collected laborers and built a temple on which he prayed until he received spiritual gifts. man has one ambition, enslavement of humanity. to note let humanity mate with the stone for this to gain control of the kingdom, he must enslave life itself, so to do that he

"You have promised a number of things and today I am not able to recall which one stands for your commission today"

"The promise that I will never hurt you."

"What about the promise to the rest of us". The prince asked.

"That I would hurt none - intentionally"

"And what about when your intentions get overrun by your passionate emotions?"

"but those circumstances are way too seldom to be considered"

"do you remember the last time you promised?"

I promised in this very court.

" and you promised that you will hurt not a single life in the universe, then why did you break your promise again son - O why did you ever take birth? Why did you ever come onto the force of experience? You do not know what happens in my heart to see you in this condition - that you are a failure in somebody's eyes and a incorrigible victim in other's. Look what they talk about you, that you told them that there will be "

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his majesty has granted an audience to you so you may address your concerns
Grass the Sacrificial Prince

Stone the Silent Audience,
Magma the Guilty Passion

Human the unfaithful Jester
Ore the Laboring Traitor

Time the Necessary Enemy

Revolutionary Democratic Movement

2009-03-24T04:01:00.000-07:00

End Woes.
Every citizen of the world is confronted with a woe that has some or the other 'political' connection, that every human has discomfort crediting to some leader whom they chose if they are so called Democratic. The woes of the poor of being removed rather than Poverty being removed. The woes of the rich of being increasingly denied happiness, are in perpetual war with the system you have created.

Rule of Each.
The Divine Roman king, and all the nomenclature associated with rule refers to one master under whom the system and societies function. Ideally it should be that Societies function under Systems, Systems under Constitution and Constitution under Principle. Humans, be it the divine ruler, the jester or the prostitute ought to be under societies. No human to be above the Principle.

Principle, Constitution and Behavior.
PCB are the three foci around which a civilized society should be viewed from. What is the principle of the society, what constitution has been framed to achieve the objectives desired by the principle and what behavior the society exhibits. When the behavior, constitution and principle are unambiguously in line with each other- the state is called Utopia or Firdaus.

Conflict.
In Indian context, the conflict has arrived predominantly because the Constitution and Behavior do not tally with each other, reason being that in the constitution, there is a specific provision that allows each and every citizen of the country to stand up in elections, however the practices inhibit this provision. Not only in India, every country in the world is passing through suffering, wherein the system is working favorably for 1% and the rest 99% are attempting to create a place for themselves- surviving, struggling and disturbed.

Negate Conspiracy or Incapability
In India, the constitution states that each citizen has the right to contest in elections, however the following conditions be met:
1. The person desirous of standing as a representative must deposit US$ 200.00 to obtain the candidature form.
2. The person must have atleast 10 other persons backing his candidature.
3. There should be a symbol available for the person to advertise her availability to the masses.

In a land where 27% people live below poverty line, meaning that their household income is less than $50.00 per month, the conspiracy to filter participation of individuals into running the government was formed so that only those who are born with privileges can appear to manage the society, regardless of if nature did provide any wisdom or heart to a tribal, or a farmer or a handicap- to that he may not have a say in the way the funds and resources she generates because the constitution was framed by those who had the privileges, as each one who held the chair had an incentive to earn from it.

Since many, regardless of whether they are below or above poverty line, the qualification to rule is Money, so the incentive to rule is not welfare, but Material pleasures. Hence welfare is besides the point, what counts is how much I can pocket.

Equal Opportunity.
Inclusive democracy means that each constituent derives proportional benefits on basis of his endeavors and contributions to the society, but on whom no binding condition is imposed that there is a privilege she may not be able to avail since it is beyond the usual means and norms, and since it should be discouraged, for there are people who think that everybody should not have a say in how I use their funds.

When I rule, I command funds in form of Taxes, about 30% the value of a earning individual. Should I allow the say of the person whom I am taxing because she may object if I want to deposit the interest on that tax in my Swiss account.

Maximum, not Majority or Minority.
Our ideal government will be the process that underscores the participation of each Voter, as carrying weight of judgement to choose a decision, offer alternatives and conclude, all through a Web based, Internet driven vehicle. Before I explain the method for the rule of each, let me show you what is the rule of maximum.

In the conventional democracy, Minority has at least 3 candidates who vie for consent from others, in Majority, it has exactly two. In majority system, 51:49 vote will have the former prevail, in minority the tendency is to arrive at majority by coalitions, so as to achieve the technical qualification to provide what should happen, however our philosophy states the rule of maximum, which is stated under.

Imagine if there are 100 people in a society, each has the right to Contest and right to Vote. Each person has a single vote which she can cast in anybody's favor, including himself. 99 persons cast the vote for themselves, stating that their decision should prevail, however 1 person casts his vote for another person, which takes two votes for one of the 100 people. In this circumstance, the one person has sacrificed her personal interest in favor of somebody she trusts can take a better judgment. Here, the most capable person to prevail is the one who got two votes. Therefore, though the person who got two votes is in minority, but still he is the most capable as judgment is made by a person who herself had the ability to decide, but chose somebody else instead. Unless she had the right to decide, she is yet not empowered, and thus since she practices her discretion, not that she was bound to elect somebody else but she chose willingly.

Socialism, not Imperialism
The rule of process states that no law should come into force without consent of the prevailing maximum. That we have to motivate people to vote and follow a cause, educate, train and empower them to decide, rather than providing them a decision. To provide an option to a person to choose a circumstance, rather that to give no option but to accept the circumstance I create. The role of the divine king was to create such rules, however since Internet was not prevalent then, the advantage is profound now for those who have suffered since centuries.

Floating Decisions.
There are two sides of a person- Character and Decision. A person with a good character may sometimes take a wrong decision, but a series of profoundly wrong decisions indicate that the person has a negative character. The internet based process driven decentralized rule will enable each citizen of the world to propose an alternative for an issue for which she feels about, and any other person can ally and provide support for his cause. So, what you will see in the e-governance website is an issue- say Nuclear Disarmament. A citizen states that India should systematically reduce its nuclear stockpile within next 2 years. Another says not. Another says else. The ability of each to provide alternative, or suggestion is undermined unless each has the capability, opportunity and desire for contesting elections. Once a person's point of view is available on the website, any other person can endorse it. The prevailing decision will be one that has maximum endorsement, until the time the maximum shifts to another decision.

With the internet bases approach, the officers of government will seek approval from other affected people of their actions, visible online to everybody. It will then not be a difficult situation to fathom who has failed and who has kept the promises. Therefore, the number of people, nature of people and who is supporting a cause and another person is clearly visible and therefore, both the Character and the Decisions of an officer are credited.

Dilute Reservation.
When we talk about no reservation, we forget the dynasties who have ruled the world who supply the chair of leadership to the un-meritous sibling, son, daughter, cousin, partner, friend or concubine of the person already on chair. This is Reservation. If one is not able to deny the seat of Decision to the unworthy regardless of the royal blood but based purely on Merit, then one cannot deny the seat to the Castes who are scheduled for reservations because these castes were created for sustaining the Royal blood line.

Kinds of Gods

2009-03-03T04:28:00.000-08:00

The Donkey is the god of Labor.
The Octopus is the god of Dance.
The Pig is the god of Humility.
Man is the god of Dominance.

The Ant is the god of Behavior.
The Mosquito is the God of Death.
The Dog is the god of Compromise.
Woman is the god of Man.

The Cockroach is the god of Fear.
The Snake is the god of Intoxication.
Cat is the god of Survival.
Child is a god of Woman.

The Tree is the god of Life.
The Flower is god of Attraction.
Star is god of Direction.
The Cow is god of a Mother.
The Lion is god of Expression.

The Consciousness is god of Stone.
The Stone is god of Energy.
Energy is god of Blood.
Blood is god of the Mosquito.

भिकारी को भीक दो|

2009-02-21T00:49:00.000-08:00

Give alms to the poor but don't buy from the expensive shop.

Don't, leave anybody.
Everybody is alone.
The tide has turned.
Sinusoidal extremely dangerous wave of poison.
Only the bravest shall survive.
But count everyone else.
So your statistics improve.
Then mention the cost.
Find people dead.
Whom will you turn to?
Whom will you speak?
Then you must run to the monster within
ask him, why is he so sad?
where has the happiness gone?
Tell him she who is god, shall the happiness remain.
Hence she becomes worthy, of the life on earth.
Should he count his days?
Or should he forgive everybody on soul.
Can she afford to loose?
She must carry herself loft.

He can be that consciousness that seeks its own existence not frightened from dark belonging to the soul that seeks redemption to the ether, or be the party of the performers of the universe. Notice that when the inanimate experiences you, you may give it either pain or sorry. You may fight with it, or you may make love with it. In case of love, you are rewarded with happiness. In case of lust, you are rewarded with possession and personal ambitions.

One must increasingly try to disassociate itself with reflection, and observe from the reflection point of view. Then, position oneself as an actor who is the manifestation of the origin. Basically the loneliness is because we think we are all different. Which we are not. We are part of the same body of consciousness and the entities are controllers, benefactors, experimenters, mother, and killer of that consciousness.

Therefore ones soul when is removed from personal body and combined the rest of the experiences of the universe is the central idea of this thesis. Gods are requested to contribute. The inanimate are begged to stay alive.

The old Religion of love.

2007-08-14T01:04:00.000-07:00

Shouldn't there be the old religion of love where those who earn invest on the quality of surroundings so to make those who cant (earn) a platform to showcase talent and love that depicts a joy of living even without the means to become as comfortable in life as those who are born privileged?

To live amidst prosperity is a privilige not all plants and animals can afford, partly because of the role I was born as the Beggar of society, or the JEster, there fore it might be responsibility of each consider that as extension of her own body rather than a distraction, to treat each entity as if it once belonged to you but now I must reclaim it for you.

Concentration is the key to victory.

2007-07-21T23:42:00.000-07:00

Prayer:
I must be able to increase my concentration- so that I am able to dwell in the circumstance fully
When an intrusion happens during my participation in the circumstance, I will treat the intrusion truly.

How to be victorious?
Victory is realization of an ambition. A person wins a situation by winning a series of circumstances that lead to the situation.

How to win a Circumstance? By knowing the Key.
The key to any circumstance is hidden in the way you perceive things. First lets talk about a circumstance. A circumstance is a window through which you look at the world. But the right way to look at the world is to look outside-In and not inside-out, which means you must meditate on various issues involving the circumstances in order to resolve it.

How to know the key?
By viewing the circumstance from the right Viewpoint.
Every circumstance should be viewed from a distance so that all its contents are clearly visible. Only then you will be able to judge the circumstance correctly. To give an example, consider yourself standing in a long Queue. Being inside the line of queue, you will not able to tell the length of the queue. To fathom the length, you must step out, or climb a ladder and get the whole picture. Not only that, this analogy works for any circumstance be it your full life. You must have the ability to get out of your shoes and look at yourself from a third view point. Examine the entire situation around you as if you are a spectator and not a participant. Then strategize on how to achieve victory.

Understanding the Moment and the exaltation in it. (In layman terms, Dwelling in the Moment, but meditating on the solution to the Circumstance.)
A moment is any instant of your life. Your ability to find peace and joy in each and every moment is vital to this entire teaching. The value of concentration is only until it provides you joy to dwell thoroughly in the current moment. Only when you have found your joy in the most invaluable activities, only then you will be able to find your much-needed success.

Understanding Meditation: (In layman terms, Doing nothing but still finding unbounded joy is meditation)

While the fruits of your efforts into your endeavors are important; more are the seeds. You must resist the temptation of experiencing a romantic bliss with your fantasy of achievement; but rather keep a steadfast interest on any activity you are working on- be it listening to music or studying. You must keep your eyes fixed on an internal pursuit of self-realization; but continue with day to day activities almost clinically; never allowing yourself to dwell in the pleasures of attainment.

What is Attainment? Attainment is the realization of an ambition. In my words, I put it as an instruction to the brain that the prediction for a particular circumstance has come true. This means that all processes and circumstances are predictable from the right view-point. The academically healthy students amongst you profit more by selecting the correct view-point to look at their lives from (not only studies). A person can attain victory over any circumstance by having a complete whole look that situation and fathoming the True picture.

In your mind you will allow a quest of self realization; a discovery, a chase and a conquest. The emphasis is on an internal journey and not external.

I urge you to bring out a single marvel in yourself- something that will be precious enough to be on the crown of a king.
I urge you to allow a skill that was either passes on through generations; or was prudently supplied by heavenly ministries- to be the backbone of your quest to discover yourself. May exaltation come to you as naturally as the air; may you bring out together a glorious chapter- a renaissance. To your youth I summon all your wasted resources to be converted to useful ones and you be saved from mismanagement, ego and self-praise. May you behold the bright name of mankind in the brightest portion of the sky.

The Solo Violin Player

2007-07-21T22:58:00.000-07:00

Chapter 1

Nelson Mort is a violin player who specializes in Cavaqua- a special and small four-string violin. When the first time he had the violin in his hands, he began to dabble his finger on the strings. He had an ambition to become a performer. But in order for him to perform- he must learn the instrument.

“But what do I learn?” he asked himself. “I don’t want to learn only the music. I want to learn the origin of music and its reason. So he worked again on the strings, this time trying to memorize notes at different keys.

In the evening, Nelson switched on the TV. He jumped through the channels in search of his favorite newsreader. Showing the reader his newly acquired weapon, Nelson worked again, this time loosing himself completely in the errorsome sounds he was bringing out. He concentrated on the tones by matching the sound by the enthusiasm of the reader. Then, his noticed the anchor fumble at a time when a note was due.

Was there a connection?

With the violin, Nelson intended to creep into the singular reality of his belief- the consciousness. Build on assumptions of his victory over the matter; Nelson had intended to make the instrument the key to his achievements. But a method was yet to be found for the voices inside him to come out in the precise vocabulary of sound. All he had to do was to align himself in a stream of knowledge and experience; so that the joy comes out naturally and the spirit of oneness with the instrument is achieved.

The tones of the violin resonated individually and without companionship with the rest in an empty circular hall. His strokes were unequal but un-compromised. His senses were promised into as yet undiscovered rhythm. His heart froze in anticipation before his fingers plucked the strings.

The hall was dimly lit and the floor was wet. There were holes at specific distances along the walls through which some external but unrecognizable sound was entering- however distant and bleak.

His maid came inside the theatre through the only door and sat on the wet floor. She closed her eyes after looking thoroughly at the room and her master. She saw him asleep in a destiny that he was struggling to bring to life.

“The man had involved himself too much in himself. He is alone. I hope a failure is not due” she thought.

Nelson acknowledged her thoughts and caught her looking ravishingly closely at his attire He then closed his eyes for the effect of the communication. In his vision, would he give the maid a higher spot in the performance that was going to happen?

He plucked the strings in random order and banged the saw on them to discover resonance. Then he plucked sharp high notes from different areas of the bow. The sounds cut into his soul that was engaged in a dramatic dance to comprehend the meaning of that circumstance. Then he lit a smoke.

Nelson kept the violin down and started singing. He despised his inability to play the music in his mind. He was aware the notes that he wanted to bring out were buried deep within himself- but were almost dead. It will take him tremendous energy to wake the spirit that was killed in him through time and because of his struggle to attain material glory.

With each play- he attempted stretches of powerful vibrations that shivered him to his toe. Intimidated by the grandeur that he had imagined himself as the performer, Nelson gave out heavy breaths of smoke coming out of his nostrils.

He coughed. The smoke entered his stomach. The maid rose and exited the hall. She left the door open from where a wonderful light was touching all corners of the theatre. Nelson rose and walked unto the threshold- looking at the sky beneath him.

Chapter 2

Nelson noted his wife’s remarkable demeanor on the glass table that was in the center of their plush meeting room at a swank office that they maintained. The husband and wife had toiled hard since past 15 years to become a renowned law consultancy firm. Jexi- Nelson’s wife wore cotton pants and a sweatshirt. She was holding a pen in her hand that the she gloriously tipped on the mouse pad. She seated her purse on the next seat and kept her left hand clasped tight. She bore no smile in audience of her husband.

Nelson noted that the room had less than required lighting. He moved to open a window so that light would fall on Jexi. Meanwhile, Jexi was fixing a stamp on some envelope, drew a monsterous face on another piece of paper, signed and showed it to Nelson.

“Noted” Nelson called.

Jexi kept the paper down and walked out of the compartment.

Nelson completed the monster with legs and hands. He walked over to the mirror and adjusted his tie. Then he moved over to the entrance of the room, removed his shoes and caught hold of the violin that hung on one of his walls.

He positioned himself on the chair his wife was sitting and plucked the strings seeking any newness. He crossed his legs on the seat and tucked his ear on the wooden base of the violin.

He ticked the base with finger at different locations to see the emptiness. He plucked a string strongly and his ear was deafened by the noise.

He placed his head on the glass table and ticked the table noticing again the difference. Then he drew on a paper that was kept on the table a joker, and signed the message to his wife. Then he sawed the violin as if he was in a performance. People peeked inside to see their ‘new’ boss. Suddenly a gush of flighty freedom made him to keep down the instrument and walk out of the meeting room into the workstation hall where there were all kinds of people- his staff.

Tina was Nelson’s secretary. She made her appearance as Nelson opened to a balcony that looked from the sky into the conveniences of the living forms below. She followed him secretly and watched him as he drew nearer to the parapet of the balcony. Then she leaned on the edge of the door while Nelson brought out a cigarette. Then he smelled his fingers and lit the cigarette. He breathed out the softened smoke up on the empty sky and looked at the horizon to see the ashes fly.

Tina returned inside and walked across to Nelson’s cabin. There she found the violin on the table. She picked the violin and played the instrument like a professional. As all gathered around that room in audience of Tina, Nelson came to know that he had found a teacher. That evening, Nelson took Tina out on a dinner. On the dinner table, amongst the eateries- was also the violin.

He returned home at eleven pm to the comfort of Jexi. He went to his rest room and dropped the violin and his briefcase. He sat on the couch in his study meditated on the day.

The couple slept together after a long time of planted celibacy. They majestically maneuvered in the spiritual dance of attaining the cosmic orgasm. In the act, they not let even a single moment fail to their mutual wishes. They obtained a gradual but infinte-in-scope pleasure that ended in their being fast asleep.

Nelson woke up early in the morning as always and looked through the glass- an amazing light wishing to douse him. Below the window was a vase with flowers in full bloom. He rose, filled the vase with water and stood near the window looking at the sun with all his power.

He entered the kitchen and cut for himself a piece of cake, washed his face and went to his studio. There were worktables, a small library and a computer kept there. With the cake in his hand, he sat on a chair and looked at the violin on the wall.

He wreslted with past memories of failures. He prayed to summon mighty energies to belong him and surge him with necessary powers for his purpose. He then felst a surge of power that transported him to perpetual exaltation.

Nelson pressed the bone of the violin hard, the strings drawing their deep marks on his white skin. He rubbed the strings as if was a guitar, pressing his finger deeper into the void called consciousness.

Nelson had poor eyesight. He was myopic so he wore spectacles. But this would be to his advantage here because he wanted to loose contact with reality in order to fathom his evolution. He pressed his face to tighten the grip of the stem and took saw at the origin.

He brought out notes that he wasn’t previously familiar; or those that he knew never existed. He predicted with wisdom successive notes but failed miserably in bringing them out of the instrument.

He then ate the cake and made his way out of the house to take a morning stroll. In his way he met some neighbors while the cake was still melting in his mouth.

He walked swiftly and raised his arm to see the time. It was 6:30 am. He rushed himself, took a bus to a destination 5 kilometer northwest and walked upto a small building that had Tina’s apartment.

Tina opened the door and let her guest come inside with honor. Sitting in her study, Nelson demanded that Tina be her teacher.

Tina made coffee for both of them and listened in earnest the life and struggle of her employer. She had dreamt once to meet a man of this amplitude. She quickly realized the importance of getting placed rightly in that circumstance, so she made her mind to be useful to Nelson.

Later that day, after he had completed the day’s activities, Nelson paid a visit to the Hilch Art museum. There he studied various artifacts vis-à-vis the price tags they held. On his way back he went to see his friend; who had called on him for an urgent task.

Danny looked confused when Nelson entered his office in Gibson Square. He told Nelson that his grandmother had expired without a Will and needed an urgent flow of ideas. Nelson peeked at the circumstance and recommended an initial action that should set the things right. Relieved, Danny urged him to have a lunch together. Instead, Nelson invited him, a third day from then, to a performance whose details he kept secret.

“It will be revealed that day at my office.” Nelson said as he walked out of the office.

Nelson returned to his office quickly and made the immediate and necessary commissions on tasks that were pending. Then he made way to his private dormitory.

He took a pen and paper and started writing to himself a poem. He wandered in various details and depths of emotions that were building inside him. He was now getting used to the energy that was transforming him into something completely different. With every word, various meanings occurred to him, enlightening him on all subjects he could lay his eye on. Thereafter he felt an in-conquerable urge to stand and dance. He looked around to see if there was any inlet to his privacy, then latched the cabin door and danced wildly for an unknown time.

Chapter 3

Nelson was physically present in Robinson theatre with Tina. They had their arms twined romantically and were seated on a balcony to the right of a small stage setting. Peering down below a play was on. The audience was scanty and so were the ‘stars’. The silence in Nelson’s mind was broken by a slight nudge from Tina. He gaped through the full length below on all the people and felt as if he was on the Stage.

Looking at him were eyes hungry and restless. He stared at the floor below and pulled out his instrument. He rubbed his collar and adjusted under his neck the prophecy that should be revealed.

On the violin he played ‘a Magic’. He twirled and whirled the audience in a trance, by the sound freezing their ears in ecstasy. He got them eager on a trip to fantasy where each one of them would become the performer. He checked the rhythm of the moment through the silence that persisted and envied himself. He brought to a dramatic life a sequence he had rehearsed before. His lure into the trap was fantastic as he wore the magic’s coat. He played the instrument as never before- marking his creations to necessary patterns of entertainment. He closed several times and heeled the audience to a glory that they deserved. Moments went by without a notice and so parched were the audience by his grace; they simply exited the theatre, leaving the theatre hollow.

Amongst the audience there was no Tina. His lips uttered the word and behind them he went in quest. He stopped at rows that definitely hid his teacher and was rather perturbed by the music that had just begun. Tina was on stage in the glow of the super-light- burning her body to a glow coming out of horizon. Nelson sat on ground to see the marvel- a moonlit dance of pain and sorrow, narrated through echoes that music banged on the farthest walls. Nelson could not stop listening to the melody drafted on grounds of allurement and distress. He was bound and gagged to the circumstance where all glory defeated him and his mistress was sworn. He quietly begged for forgiveness and tears rolled down his eyes. He gathered some dust on the ground and flung them to the skies. On their way back the dust struggled on his surface. Shattered by sound coming from a heart to ‘whom’ no body paves way.

Tina nudged Nelson out of the dream.

At the end of the play, Tina paid visit to the crew of the play to pay her compliments while Nelson waited near the theatre notice board. There he pulled out a paper from his pocket and pasted it on the notice board with pins.

The notice read:

All invited to violin performance by Nelson
At 37, Ark Avenue
July the 16th of 2005
5:00 PM

Nelson returned home and kissed his wife. Then they debated on various issues that happened during the day. After dinner, Nelson retired to his study and couched on the floor. His thoughts prying on all the frustrations he had had that day. He sat upright and listened to his wife talking to their only son- Nicholas.

Nelson slept on the floor the entire night, locked inside.

The third day, Nelson had organized a performance. The orchestration was to have himself as a star- an icon. But hadn’t he promised more and beyond his own beliefs? But then, he lay there sleeping soundly waiting for tomorrow, ignorant and disillusioned!

The next day brought amazing opportunities. Nelson received a pending payment from one of his clients. In the afternoon he visited an old friend’s house to understand minutes of a new apartment purchase. Further along in the evening, one of the staff declared that she was pregnant and won’t be available for 3 months.

Nelson gasped at the pile of information that he to take decisions on. He looked at his watch and burnt his cigarette.

“Now something’s got to happen” he told himself.

He then rejected the appeal to divert his focus to work. He walked out the office with his raincoat as it had begun to drizzle.

On the road he sand himself a song.

He urged his faculties for concentration and returned back to his office. His hand reached the phone and dialed the theatre. A voice asked his purposed.

“I want to know if anybody enquired about my advertisement for a violin performance at Arc Avenue” he told over the phone.

The voice at the end was silent.

“I would be interested sir” it said.
“Thank you” Nelson replied and hung down the phone.

Chapter 4

He borrowed imagination from birds just as he gained his other faculties from the abundant realities juxtaposed in the way we look at things. In his realm was a world totally detached from the prevalent? Every morning he would prepare himself for the drowning into a private experience of exaltation. This made him powerful and wealthy too.

His eye for detail was keen and his focus to comprehend himself in totality- true. On his quest he had marked various milestones- half of them yet to achieved. His is this story told through the Violin.

Nelson chose the violin by instinct. He knew that he could hold the instrument and still appear charming. He had no guilt to manage the poise that came with the feeling of being a performer. He had a creative mind and a huge heart- all that was required for the exquisite consummation.

Nelson never believed himself that way. He was average at all affairs and even lowly at circumstances of personal joy. This made him reclusive and keenly unto himself perpetually. He was at a time termed as uninspired and will less, but that was all going to change with this performance. In his heart he knew that notes would play once the master’s spirit arrives. He knew the music was burning to be heard and be let out through the nostrils of the instrument- begging to be composed in perfection of its creation.

As a birthright, Nelson craved for attention. His being inwardly didn’t help him well with politics. Never quite a dancer himself- he would despise cursing his inability, but yet mustered with time a silent courage to be victorious on a parallel front.

This time, Nelson took the violin under his right chin and played the saw with his left hand. The impressions of his previous conduct were fading in this new rhythm. Totally detached from the previous performance was this one, emerging out of the desire to be free and to be equal to the greatest. His strikes cut dances of illuminating silhouettes that froze all hearts who saw. His magic pouring into my veins to fetch an orgasm like none so far.

In his own Circular theatre, Nelson was alone again with a spotlight focused on him. The door opened as his maid entered shutting the door behind. She again sat on the wet floor near him. In her audience, Nelson continued the performance until the end of the night.
The next day, Tina invited Nelson to a supper at her residence. On the table, Nelson addressed with high countenance on the situation of his performance on the due date and the importance of the matter.

Tina had been in Nelson’s office for nearly four years, a time sufficient for her to comprehend her boss’s lunatic but pleasing ways. She knew of the man as an incorrigible dreamer who believed that destiny had something unique in store. Perpetually in a semi conscious state of rendezvous, his one half would be immersed in an illusion- but the other half amazingly well knit with reality. He had the ability to fold his two (or more) sides back to back without posing serious threats to the people around him.

Nelson did have a history of disillusionment. In his youth he ran away from ideals in search of the ultimate and most profound but yet undiscovered one. He wanted to complete his spiritual life with extraordinary zeal, but in those attempts enemies internal to him would often defeat him. Fate had brought him into a circumstance where he had the power to play on the most superior aspects like happiness, joy and faith. He enjoyed his struggle to the last part degree.

That day, Nelson took his car off to the northwest. After parking the vehicle outside Tina’s house- he marched crouchingly, shielding him from the pouring rain.

Nelson did intend to become an artist. Art for him was the interface through which he could imagine a ‘new’ reality. Through art he had hoped to achieve the final education that would guide him to the single purpose of his completeness.

He also feared being in the ordinary. He was talented and gifted; he had a pride unconfused with his achievements. Absolute joy was eluding him since his birth, him being zealous enough to bring out from himself the source of his joy so that he wont need to depend on anybody again.

His marriage to Jexi was bound in heaven. Jexi was supremely composed on the odds of her husband’s uncanny theology. Despite continuous efforts, she had not been able to be the source of inspiration for him. Knowing the Nelson was quite a complete man; she made no qualms about his everlasting urge to find joys besides her. That was the reason that she had given her husband freedom and to act and think in entirety. Such was the greatness of her grace in Nelson’s life that all he had to worry about was himself.

Tina, played the violin slowly as Nelson drank wine.

“The essence is to know that music is incomplete without its creator. The creator magnifies the emotions inside him and communicates with himself through his creation. Thus the artist must feel supremely composed and not give away to the desire of quick excellence, rather achieve the excellence through the process of momental-creation” Tina said after placing the violin on the table.

“What do you mean by momental-creation? Is it the same as exaltation on tread? That an artist must savor every bit of the process of his creation?” Nelson said.

“That’s true.” Tina replied.

“Music is art in time. Notes left a moment ago dwell in rythmic posture inside the listener’s heart. Absolute music is one in which the audience and the artist reach a consensus of joy” Tina continued on her theory.

She looked at Nelson who knew it was time for him to make a full rehearsal of the forthcoming performance. A strange expression came to his face. He obtained the violin to his custody rather delicately from his mistress.

“I have a point to prove with this. The fatality of the repercussion is grave for me because on it depends my joy as a solo player, totally detached from the world into my realm and alone. If I have that kind of an order, I am sure that I will be powerful enough to manipulate my audience to a trance.” Nelson stated.

“I shall perform to credit the art inside me.” Nelson spoke while sipping more wine. “I perform not to achieve an authority but to test my own wisdom in the perpetual joy.”

Nelson played on the instrument mimickering a trained professional. He made no stops to haunt his flow, he pulled mercilessly out of the wooden case snippets that stood alone. With only Tina as the audience, the notes were happy to find their meanings- a search, a blatant search. Nelson nursed the music with care that increased progressively. With each stroke he would alternate to find a suitable successor until he had sufficiently reduced the difference between himself and the instrument.

Nelson returned home late, took the dinner and went to the bed in his studio. In his dream he saw a wooden house beside a lake with him, sitting on a wooden terrace that stretched unto water. He lay there idle but destined.

Chapter 5

Nelson’s spiritual journey while his understanding to the meaning of truth, which according to him was not a destination at all. Aware that a destination would come itself, our lonely sailor would never stop until the end came. But our hero had known since ages that the end is nothing but a beginning.

He had handled his professional life elegantly, but had failed to complement success with his one-ness and belonging to the ordinary life. He had found voids in his activities that according to him, would only be flushed if happiness touches all those who were around him. Despite being solo, he had the ambition to take everybody to the skies. But with the panic associated with modern life today- he had a burnt out spirit that was calling for respite from exertions that came everyday. When all facilities add to a confusion about how to live well and the purpose of oneself is reduced to the acts of players in TV, when needs of all humans are doctrined on material wealth alone- he was surprisingly fit to meet the needs of a smaller life.

On the day of the performance, everything was normal. Nelson woke up early as ever and did his morning rituals. In the evening, the central hall on his business suite, usually reserved for meetings was made a theatre like appearance, with low lights ofcourse. The guests, mostly staff member arrived asynchronously and were offered eatables.

Nelson’s performance was announced by Jexi. Nelson took the stage silently.

“I am here to make an announcement.” Nelson said.

Without waiting for a response, he started playing. Haphazard, random array of sounds decipherable only to its creator; but free to the core and origin- touching new heights for a full 10 minutes as the audience stood still. At last Nelson stopped, put down the violin and stood up.

During the while the performance lasted, several guests found in utter obligation not to walk out. So they remained seated in anticipation of a revelation (if any) that might follow this stunt. The performance ended and Nelson bowed.

Nelson thanked everybody for the evening. Then he said the following.

“I fulfill my purpose in communicating something that is important to me. I choose this instrument as the mouth of my soul. Am I wrong in this illusion?”

“I have lived life in hope of an happening. I knew that it should not be delayed. Performance for me is the excuse to stand up in my moment and regard myself. Performance is the mean by which I achieve oneness with this moment. However you will not be very disappointed today because we have Tina, who really a very good violin player”. Nelson ended by handing the violin to Tina.

After the end of Tina’s performance, all guests except the museum guy- Rupert, had left. With Rupert, Nelson shared some coffee over a chit chat.

“So you are a kind of a lover, Nelson?” Rupert said.

“Love is inside” Nelson replied.

“Yes I know Nelson”. Rupert ended.

Chapter 6

A week later Nelson invited Rupert and Tina to dinner at his residence.

Rupert was a fairly disturbed man so to say. His wife had been away too long for any claims of relationship and had a son who wanted to do nothing. Rupert’s father had imposed sufficient will and ambition on his son that had deposited him to jobs that rebelled on the idea of work. The genes were passed to his son- but with diplomacy. His son wanted to become a spiritual leader. Rupert’s stomach for appreciating arts that don’t pay was meager and he had to face challenges every day to motivate his son to be inspired. For Abel, the meanings of life were pronounced- as we watched TV and did the girls!

In time Rupert became a natural fan of Nelson. However on the dinner table, a discussion was on.

“So Mr. Nelson, what inspired you to this inner quest?” he asked.

“You see..” Nelson kept the eating fork down to reconsider his response. “ Excellence can come if one lives the moment completely. I got my answering that I had to find my own joy- disconnected with other people’s perception and influence. I wanted something entirely of my own- and that would be to myself.” Nelson did not know anything further to say.

“When did it start?” Rupert asked.

“I have always lived to view a personal excellence achieved. That is the honor with which I should take myself- at least spiritually. I combat fear to bring a new person out everyday.” Nelson stated.

“What Ruperts points to say is..” Tina interjected “that there is always an innate desire to find the truth and when does a person know that he as achieved?

“Yes but what truth? Your truth is different from my truth” Rupert said.

“That is the point. The truth to everybody is different. Everybody cooks his/her own story to comfort his or her lives. For everybody truth is a fable- only too real and they are nothing but actors completing a circumstance with their intellectual and physical contribution” Nelson added. “The realization that beliefs of each individual is absolutely different from others must manifest as each of us realize how strongly they are built and what purpose they serve. But it is not happening!”

“Why are we in sorrow? Why can’t exaltation come to everybody as naturally as air and water? Everybody must pursue to discover their own identities but all we do is get lost in the pleasures. Truth is the identity a person struggles to illustrate all through the life. Ignorant people capture images from their ideals and find themselves unsuitable for various fulfillments that are personal and the most important. Only when a person knows the gravity of being victorious on him/herself, can he/she defeat all circumstances in way”. Nelson told.

“But what about those who don’t understand neither they desire to know more?” Tina asked.

“But they have no choice now Tina” Nelson said. “Abiding to one’s own philosophy is important. There is no way a person can complete her/his life with somebody else’s perception. The person has to perceive himself in the things she/he sees.”

“I am amused” Tina said, “That many people still feel an external force is required to fuel them. I personally have known friends who would act the way they act in TV sometimes. Then I desire to tell them that it is important to find yourself in some other person because it actually increases love; but to let other person come inside you is blasphemous on the personal philosophy”

“True” Rupert said, “but let me ask you Nelson, are you looking to bringing a new change, or new ideas into the mainstream? I must say you will be very much challenged. I see many fanatics who have pictured all equations on how the future of this world will be like. Would you alone make a difference after all?”

“I was alone until I met you Rupert” Nelson replied. “and for the next, it does not matter to me that people belive in individualism as long as I am getting the necessary energies to run my world- as I am doing now.”

“So how do you go on from here?” Rupert asked.

“you suggest” Nelson replied.

“May I suggest we have some coffee” saying that she lifted and went across to Nelson’s kitchen where Jexi joined her.

Nelson and Rupert continued the debate until about and hour from then, after which Rupert retired from the occasion showing great admiration for his host.

Tina had observed Nelson closely over the dinner. Never had the man been so precise in pronouncing words. She wanted to talk more and learn about his life. Jexi joined in as they prepared another while of coffee.

“So Nelson, your philosophies on life..how much are they deciphered by others say. Have you put them in any structure of preaching?” Tina asked.

“I am in process Tina. By grace of goodness, I found a remarkable companion in Jexi. She does not understand my moods, but has been steady to remind me of duties and an aspect of reality I always wanted to run away from- people” Nelson said.

“..people?” asked Jexi.

“I take people as objects who function around me to satisfy a part of my purpose. Therefore I don’t wish to involve a lot of my emotions in them” he replied.

“But this must frustrate some” Tina projected.

“I am” called Jexi, showering her hand and bending on the sofa. “but his magnificence overshadows my protests. Then one day I made up my mind and asked him to be free."

“How has he been as a husband, Jexi” Tina asked.

“He has been very patient- particularly considering the crises we went through in early years of business. He has kept his focus on his goals. Many he has met. I don’t see any reason why he should not preach” Jexi answered.

In passage of time, Tina, Nelson and Rupert met often on the charitable discussions of personal faith, debating on philosophies affecting them. The certainty was that all had gathered a spirit of enquiry and conquest. Led by Nelson, they had made themselves a team in pursuit of a goal unreachable to those who hadn’t cultivated that kind of an urge.

Generally, a spirit cultivated in her/him guides a person’s progression in life. That spirit is the consciousness in an individual. The whole sum of all consciousness in the universe manifests as the physical environment around us. The effect of a person’s consciousness manifests as the position she/he has in the society. By this theory, the manifestation of consciousness is viewed by humans who are on the highest spot in the organic chain. The distributed consciousness fabric is immersed in all perceivable items, events and objects- is un-detachable and leads to the fulfillment of the circumstance. It should be fair to say that consciousness is constantly approving a change in the physical world that leads to the further fulfillment of the goal- to find the ideal viewpoint to see the manifestation from.

Change happens on approval of consciousness. In order for change to happen, energy is required. The energy comes from randomness- that is the tendency of the system to oppose escalation of consciousness. Randomness initiates with the start of a system and exits on fulfillment of the circumstance. Randomness collides with change to produce sufficient energy to raise the consciousness of the system. Each time consciousness is increased or raised- benefits are passed on to the participants in an unequal way. Participants who are judged to be better players in future are rewarded more.

We conclude that change to a system has an inherent opposition- an act which is required for the purpose of increasing the consciousness. Nelson had been in a state of perpetual change since the time he remembered. He would act differently on different people, situations etc. This made him unreliable for some people. With the property to change quickly, he had made himself a good actor. His pretences on different circumstances baffled those who knew him closely. Nelson knew that his struggle was to be predictable, to gel with people silently and with discipline. His conduct was immaculate on several circumstances.

For example; to my knowledge, Nelson bore the heaviest quantity of self-esteem on his nose. But with super-ability he would be humblest at times of need, cheerful when required and even cried- if need be, to display empathy. Jexi, even after fourteen years of matrimony still found hard to trust him. But she knew the person behind the behavior was keenly wise and a super strategist- so she always remained his follower.

Nelson’s personality was gentle and charming. He had the quality to seduce the most important speaker in a meeting with merry words that seemed to be carved out of perfume. He laced speech with vocabulary- accent accustomed on various aural levels, breathed out on glory of talking. His poise and action cunning enough to steal every eye on the dinner table, his voice rained with wisdom on all topics that would interest all.

It is not an ordinary urge to be the complete inverse of a moment one is in. Nelson, despite all burdens of repercussions, would act and think a way too far beyond- to be called opposite by those who were myopic in vision and visionary by those who were gifted. Nelson had the ability to judge in a glance if he would be able to provide a solution or not in the circumstance. Then he would create a whole play of his participation in the circumstance. His responsibility in judgment was keen. His patience helped him block demons that roasted on his own fears and apprehensions.

Often, bouts of guilts from previous mistakes erupted in Nelson, making him physically kneel on the floor and beg for mercy. He was a man who found hard to forgive himself. For him each mistake was costly. His fears had grown to giant proportions at times of his crises- to such an extent that he distanced himself from his loved ones. During those times he imagined himself in a dark chamber from where he did not want to get out.

But since recently, dramatic changes started occurring in him. Nelson lost the fear of loosing.

Every morning Nelson would wake up early like a warrior, conducted some rituals that he had invented to communicate with his powers and sought through and earnest prayer the desire to comprehend himself completely. Recently he had been revealed about the ‘sum of all fears’.

Fear arises when consciousness is absent. In absence of consciousness, the probability of a fight attaining its true purpose becomes bleak, which gives rise to anticipation. Anticipation cripples a non-believer and she/he responds by equipping her/himself with a weapon called fear- which must be used only in custody of trusted people. As a weapon, Fear works amazingly when one has attained bliss with one’s own self. At that stage, consciousness should have completely immersed itself in a person’s soul. Then, fear blocks hostile attempts from enemies and also gives her/him time to speculate and react. Fear then becomes an abut that the person chooses not to cross at certain times. Fear marks a territory that nobody else but whom one allows can enter. People also use fear to entertain themselves- thereby exposing themselves to ideas that profit the external source.

Chapter 7

Abundantly enthused on ideas of working something out, the trio held many more debates on the matter, until they decided that it was a very personal subject and to be pursued in silence.

On a fine day, Nelson made up his mind to leave his business for while.

“Jexi, I want to talk about something” Nelson began the conversation.

“Yes dear, I am all yours” Jexi replied.

“As you must be aware that we have reached some kind of prosperity, I want to devote more time now to spirituality” Nelson said.

“So?”

“Just that I was thinking how would you receive this when I say that I want to leave the home for a while” Nelson said without the blink of an eye.

“I should have anticipated this” Jexi replied.

“Honey, you wont have any problems I am sure once I am gone. We have enough to feed us for life.” Nelson said.

“Money is not the point Nelson” Jexi was upset. “You cannot leave like that!”

“Jexi, I am not leaving you at all. I want to go on a trip to someplace where I can find my peace.”

“is anybody accompanying you on the trip?” Jexi asked.

“Hopefully not” Nelson said.

“But where are you going?”

“I will let you know on that dear.”

Sigh. Jexi made no move to comfort herself. Silently she accepted the raw fate. Her protests would only make her a further victim.

“Nelson, I have loved you so much. I gave my everything. My attachment to this world is through you” Jexi pleaded.

“Then come and join me.” Nelson replied.

Jexi’s eyes remained fixed on the floor.

“Jexi, you may decide what is best for you and Nicholas. I don’t want to exhibit my selfishness too much and therefore I wish to be humble.”

“There is a world that you can have with attachments alongside Nelson.” Jexi said.

“I am not burying hopes of my returning Jexi. Who knows I turn up tomorrow and tell you that I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness. Then I will live with my failure lifelong. As for now, I don’t want either to loose or to stop.” Nelson said.

“What..” Jexi intervened “is your fight about Nelson?”

“in this world we came to inherit a legacy of knowledge, amazement and grandeur left by generations before us. My fight is to create a tale of my own while not totally disregarding that legacy” Nelson replied.

“Means?”

“Means that I want to create new value systems that will hold relevance in today’s time, and reviving old wisdom to suit the current time” Nelson said.

“When I achieve a level of knowledge, then I may want to preach that. This will I will attempt to complete the situation by my perspective. In case I understand the truth about my environment, I will have a lot of power to change the circumstances around me. I think that will be an ideal time for us to reconcile and celebrate”

“So are you doing this for power?” She asked.

“Well, power is a by product or fallouts of this quest. I am not aiming at attaining any goals but myself” Nelson said. “I have never quite told you about my dreams Jexi. I really live in a self-woven wonderland that I almost sanctimoniously preserve. My dreams give me power to live, they enthuse me with energies to create new ideas and goals. I dream with open eyes Jexi because I don’t belive that they wont come true. I dream with open eyes- looking at myself through the eyes of all around me.”

“I relish performance because it prepares me to fulfill somebody’s expectations. Anyway, tha point of the matter is that the quest is important not only for me but to all whom I consider as my family. You are the first person to me, therefore rewards shall be passed on to you in time. I wish that you live your life in the ordinary and let me take the toll of the sacrifices.”

“What do you want from me, Nelson?” Jexi asked.

“I want trust”

“But don’t you have that already?”

“Jexi, in circumstances of apprehension those with trust adjust remarkably on the performance side, that negates the effects caused by randomness. With trust individuals themselves inflate in their scope-of-operation to handle situations better. Trust, as an intrinsic quantity comes from within us and hooks us to people whom we allow to guide and prosper us. With your trust in me, I will be able to guide us all in the right direction” Nelson made his point.

“I understand Nelson because I love and trust you. But I yet don’t know the true or right direction” Jexi said.

“Since truth for everybody is difference, so is my truth from yours. But the difference lies in my responsibility to cater to your needs and expand my vision to incorporate yours” Nelson quoted.

“But what is that Truth?”

“The truth of one’s function. The reasons and answers for one’s behaviour. The complete comprehension of activities in order to encourage one self to achieve out of ordinary goals. To understand the environment from viewpoints that differs every moment. To dwell in that moment to such an extent that only it exists for me as the heaven. To understand suffering from the viewpoint of the sufferers. To understand love from those who never got any. ”

“And what will you do after you achieve this state?”

“”Probably preach or make a film!”

“Ahem..” Jexi replied, cut it all off and went upstairs.

In affairs of personal joy, Nelson wished that he be surrounded by mates who would share his happiness. Therefore he had cultivated for himself people who seriously believed in his word. He wanted to rise with faithful patrons who consented to his theories and synergize the process with contribution. Despite him as the center of that spiritual environment, his role would be that of a captain maneouvering his ship through and comprehending all dangers.

Nelson’s friends and employees loved his keenness on affairs and dexterity with which he solved day-to-day issues. But with this declaration of Resignation, the ship would be left without a captain- a horror some feeling for some who had staunchly believed in his ideas and made some of them their own. Tina was one of them.

The next day, Nelson declared in his office that he would be off to vacation and all matters will rest in hands of Jexi. He came back home to look where to start his voyage. He flipped through newspapers, watched TV and then meditated for sometime to free himself from coercions.

The phone rang. It was tine.

“Hello Tina. Bless me with your words” Nelson said.

“So you have decided.” Tina asked.

“Yes I have.”

“Where are you going?” Tina asked

“I haven’t decided as yet” Nelson replied.

“Can I see you?” she asked.

“Now?”

“If you want I can be of help” she said.

“Hmm. Lets keep it 6:30, Lutyens Café.” Nelson called and put down the phone.

At the agreed time, both were present at a posh restaurant half a mile from office.

“What is this about Nelson, I want to ask”

“Well..” Nelson looked at the entire surroundings about him. The self-service arena was dimly lit and good for romance.

“Work with me Tina”

“That comes without saying Nelson”

“Okay. Let me talk about something else. What do you think future has instore for you? Do you have any image?” Nelson asked.

“I want to be a mother Nelson” Tina said. “And have a fabulous family of my own. Then I would teach my children music and the arts”

Nelson looked at his mobile phone to see time.

“Have you ever loved anybody to devote all to her or him?” Nelson asked.

“No Nelson, but I crave for that feeling” She replied.

“What if you find that person and he does not agree with you over details. What would you do then?” Nelson asked.

“Oh I will still love her or him.” Tina said.

“That means you are a purist”

“I am a lover Nelson”

The words banged harder on Nelson than intended.

“what about your material ambitions besides family and kids?” Nelson asked.

“I am afraid thats is all I am. Nothing more nothing less” Tina said.

Nelson got the feeling that all Tina wanted to be with him.

“I am not a very kind man Tina. I have just decided to desert my wife and kids for a trip of joy. I don’t know how can I fit in your ideals” Nelson said.

“Yours reasons are abundant” Tina replied. Nelson was taken aback on her comprehension.

“I know that your reason is the search for truth and your ears craving to listen to a song you made yourself. I also know that you are self-centered but the repercussions of your conduct dazzle everybody and no loss is felt. Today you have almost everything and still you want to reach the infinite. Is this not worth a praise?” Tina related.

Tina has desired to make a family with Nelson- secretly, but she was afraid that she might not live well to his expectations. Though she had a tremendous urge to reveal Nelson on her love for him, she contained herself and made no further attempts to bring the discussion to that end.

“Tina. Marriage is between souls and not merely two opposite bodies colliding on the floor, or infectious glances that have a hundred meanings between the two players. It is an acceptance of each other’s participation unto a common goal. I am honored to be blessed that way, I must say with a family that understood me clearly..”

These words were sinking hard in Tina’s heart. She had fantasized often on her spiritual fusion with Nelson. She achieved joy by eloping in imagination with her beloved- through the music of the violin. She had been rather successful at the enticement. Whenever Nelson would pay a visit to her, she would enthrall him by a performance until she would have him gasping to take the instrument and play it himself.

To others, Nelson was a nutty but successful businessman who mixed strange but effective strategies in his acumen on professional affairs. To her, Nelson was a lonely violinist- a man bereaved of his stage where he could perform in trueness.

It is not the violin that Nelson played on. Neither was his prayer for the music that came out. It was the moment of bliss that he attempted to achieve every time- oneness with the activity he had chosen. The pursuit manifested in him in such a way that his life became a poem. Just like do not savor the same tastes for a poem, so was Nelson not taken evenly by all. But to Tina, Nelson was more than a man. He was a phenomenon bursting to happen.

Tina could fathom that her love for Nelson would never materialize. Still she decided to devote everything to and for him. Until the end of this story, Tina had attained the position of Nelson’s spiritual wife. Following these events and after a few weeks, Tina quit Nelson’s firm and started a magazine on the Arts called- Colored Life.

Chapter 8

On his mission, Nelson traveled to first to Chicago to meet the president of a local political party. He suggested that he was interested in joining. The president- Lumburg Adolf Sasa was an equally oriented man towards the rhetoric of spiritual qualities that all must possess- however was finding tough to make progress with his ideas in society. On the meeting table, Nelson took the que.

“Tell me dear Adolf, is it ordinary to have a mission to influence people and more- is it a sane thought?”

“It has its disadvantages- if I can point out. Once a person starts projecting her or his thoughts, there is a tendency to achieve power more than he or she can handle. It makes then, very difficult for them to stay focused on reality” Adolf said.

“What do you comprehend by reality?” Nelson asked.

“Reality is the manifestation of consciousness at any moment. All beings make themselves as actors to facilitate the comprehension of consciousness that can only be achieved by experience and abstraction. Changes in society are initiated by changes in consciousness” Adolf said.

“So can we say that if we understand how to perceive conciousness correctly, we can arrive at the right view-point to look at society from?” Nelson asked.

“True, and further, once we arrive at the right view-point to look at society from, it becomes easier to comprehend its properties and faults, and then strategize on how for it to achieve the right shape and effect” Adolf said.

Nelson was excited. “I call the universe the cradle of life. Will it be true?”

“Of course. The universe was made so that life could dwell and prosper. One can see the evidence in the fact that the most beautiful ornaments are kept inside massive lockers entrusted to safety by warriors. The beauty of human mind rests cozily in custody of powerful forces, that ambition to be manifest in reality. That force is called consciousness.” Adolf said.

“Control of the entire society lies in the key to its movement, that can be derived from consciousness. However, control is the wrong word to be used with consciousness. The right word is dance, when one attains one-ness with consciousness and is able to dance in its rhythm. Then the person becomes the source of joy for the entire environment and consciousness percolates faster through him. So then, the person becomes important in society and thereby becomes its controller.” Adolf said. Nelson was lost in translating himself to the other world. He murmured in sanity words that were causing magic.

“ I dream of a cosmic dance where I control the harmony around me. With the control I will flourish their colors and paste them shades of happiness, with the evolution I shall propagate through the word and from the mouth, wishes of all that come by me. In attire of rendezvous should I be greeted? I seldom dwell. But to note is my wisdom and to decipher yours.”

“I will last a lifetime now, they may or may not like me too much. But to gallop was my dream in the sky, and to attain the super-might I must try. I have swollen legs and bitter tears. I have none no food and my enemy swears. I am cast aside off to hatred, and neither will you come as I count to hundred. But in it my glory glows, outside the darkness bellows. I am keen to find a treasure; I have knelt to bury the future. I have made it my way to bear every sin; I have foundth not a merry woman who shall bring me my grin. I am found as a circumstance when you hate the picture. I am treated as the offered fool who made your sins easier. But now I am awake and catching the eye. Now I must dwell on the pictures of life. Who must challenge the sanity of this man? Could anybody conquer the dancer of élan? What happened to the city of Nazareth when Jesus fall? None you must forgive me when I end it all”

Nelson. Are you alive? Were the words Nelson felt.

Adolf was posing for a statement.

“Concousness already makes all dance but the question is how do we play?

“We play a part Adolf. The dance completes itself when we are true”

“Does that mean true power is achieved by ones victory over himself?” Adolf asked.

“I hope so” Nelson replied.

“What if my truth is perverse?” Adolf took a different posture.

“No problem”

“Means?”

“Truth is singular, non-adulterated reality of a person, including his surroundings. Many don’t realize truth as a viewpoint rather than Observation. Observation is judgmental. Viewpoint is not. Viewpoint gives individuals to form their own opinion. Observation pertains on existing norms.” Nelson said.

“Hence the Process becomes truth, as I had judged fairly” Added Adolf. “Considering the uneven circumstances happening in the world today, people fail to know or view the truth of the right things the right way…”

“So” Nelson intervened, “My purpose is to treat this misjudgment!”

“My Darling! What a delicate desire but only if I could participate.”

“Why not?”

“But why should I? I have no desire to perform. May be you have the master’s soul!”

Nelson left Adolf back to his three-star suite. In the evening, he adjusted himself against the window that looked to everything below. He looked at the sky, which bore clouds that fuelled his imaginations when he was a boy.

The ‘Beginning’ was a slow and painstaking task for Nelson. Initiation into the domain of self-realization without a guide was difficult- but all achievers had found their own ways. The process was not different, the goal was.

Jexi called him later in the evening. He told her that everything was okay. Keeping down the receiver, he picked a pen and paper and started writing his thoughts as they occurred. In the process he motivated himself to break free from traditions that held him from creating a yet undiscovered world. The world spun around Nelson like a movie. He found himself in his theatre again- the same circular room with wet floor.

In his relam of quazi-imagination that floated in realtity of his senses, he was a master. The loner, on whom facilities depended on. He mustered power from this enigmatic state or hallucination.

He lit his cigarette. His silhouette well lit by the spotlight. He was composed and in no hurry to tuck the violin under his neck. He was sweating.

From far outside his solitude campus and through holes inside the captive lantern, sounds of applause reached Nelson. Nelson went near the holes to peep into a two feet thick wall, inch wide holes. Being darkness all around, he could only hear claps and shouts.

He heard his name pronounce and each time the audience roared mercilessly.

Peeking through the hole, Nelson was filled with a desire to explode.

Chapter 8

The next day Nelson woke up late. It was almost afternoon. He brought in the morning newspaper and also ordered for breakfast.

Tina called Nelson that day and asked if she could meet him. Nelson gave her an appointment in the evening. Before she came in, Nelson had finished a small painting that he intended to give her.

The painting was a play of colors celebrating joy- expressed by many faces showing different facets of the emotion.

At the prescribed time, Tina turned up with a stranger.

“May I introduce Jacob” She pointed to the stranger standing on the threshold. “ And this is Nelson, my former boss and my current inspiration”

“Jacob helps me prepare stories for my publication. He has a philosophical outlook so I thought bringing here might be handsome” Tina said.

“Oh that is wonderful” Nelson said as he greeted them inside.

“Jacob is a doctor. ” Tina said.

“A doctor. That is interesting” Nelson said.

“He has an amazing experience on intrinsic- healing that he will elaborate” Tina pointed to Jacob.

“Sir, I must say that Tina holds you the highest regards and her belief that you hold the key to many people getting enlightened.

Since past many years I have tried to look at medicine from a different perspective. Then it came to me that spirituality was a potent method to treat my patients.”

Jacob carried on.

“Using meditation, I was able to increase the energy levels of some of my patients that cured them without medicine. At first it seemed like a miracle but later I experienced in person the tremendous healing forces in our body- which if nurtured by meditation can cure body of any sickness.”

“Tell me how you observed changes doctor Jacob?” Nelson asked.

“The most benefiting changes came amongst the higher age group between 35-65. Though there were symptoms that persisted for a long time, but almost all found some degree of relief.” Jacob said.

“What was the method you used, Jacob?” Tina asked.

“ I was not treating bodies Tina, but the mind. I urged the sick to know that the cure is inside them and we are only to help them. I could see that those who showed interest in my motivation programs benefited most later.”

“Tell us about any particular anecdote if you have” Nelson said.

“Well a man called Henry had a kidney malfunction. He recovered completely without any trace in a month. ”

“What did you do with him?” Tina asked.

“ I invented a game in which a patient would touch and feel his body part that pained, and others would observe him or her carefully. The point was to pick apprehensions in actor’s behavior that pointed to the ailment.”

“So you were simulating the ailment in the audience’s minds” Tina said.

“Sort of yes, and it worked. The process was repeated everyday with each patient becoming the actor. The results were very encouraging. By the end of the program that lasted in all four months, all patients had shown drastic progress. Then several discussions followed and records and documentations were preserved for future reference.” Jacob said.

“So it is all about faith!” Nelson noted.

“Faith and consciousness. A person should be revealed the causes of ailments through an abstract process of learning about oneself. This had many further benefits in the post-treatment stage- which to many was extra joyful.”

“it points that each person could understand the value of their suffering when they were relieved of the haunting illness.” Tina said.

“Yes. The post recovery period had most of them returning to us and continue the psychological procedures” Jacob said.

“Can you make an infernce that ailments have psychological origin” Nelson asked.

“I don’t know about the origin, but the end might also be found in psychology! ” Jacob said.

“But aren’t you negating the essentials of medicine by moving in the direction of super-natural cleansing” Tina said.

“It is not supernatural. It is normal for men of will to cure themselves. Our job is to enthuse that will.” Jacob said.

The discussions went on until late evening after which all returned to their places. On the bed Nelson said his prayers preparing for yet another dream.

My dreams must come true. He said to himself.

Chapter 9

In the innermost ravines of our hearts, we are provided the manuscript for our behaviours. The script is assumptions of faith and belief that we build the entire life around. Faith is a story that we are convinced in totality with the individual as the center of the fable.

It generally takes a life to comprehend the position the actor will take in the act. On the way the actor has to combat the struggle of deciphering the true meaning of his script and thus his pending actions. Some people start with stories that have been related on them by their trusted people- like family members. Few attempt to build everything from scratch that becomes quite painful for them. Still they endure the struggle to work out a new destiny for themselves for the sheer pleasure of discovering. Since faith is a keyword here- those few who chose to write their own scripts fight to prove their story’s trueness. These people adopt virgin routes in their voyage, become accustomed to insults from society on their modus operandi, and but bear the entire weight of human kind.

Since faith has to be produced from imagination, the individual must be really sound in judgment of a circumstance lest he will loose time. Sound judgment on imagination (that is sought to be manifested in reality) is arrived at by constant trial and error. One makes him/her self a guinea pig for such experiments as Nelson had done.

Truth is painful. Most people who believe in other’s stories escape the truth and live in life of false ego and pride. Also, for them the truth is inconsequential because they do not believe that destiny can be changed by will. They carry on with their lives almost clinically.

For few, destiny remains to be formed with their participation and contribution. Achievers are masters of their destiny- those who have suffered the struggle attain truth about their own self. They bear the pain hoping that the process will strengthen them enough to endure any fight. They work asynchronously with other people, are highly judgmental on all issues and are daring to take bold steps. They stand out not only for the purpose of illuminating their environment, but also to get for themselves a clearer picture of the situation they are in at any time.

Makers, as I can call them, are the foci in the systematic evolution of consciousness in its manifested form (the Matrix), whose locus is the changes we see today. Hence it would not be wrong to say that the universe is a cradle for life. Life was a viewpoint so that consciousness could see itself in physical or perceivable forms.

On the evolution triangle, we have humans on the top-notch and possibly the elementary bacteria on the lowest. Despite the earliest organisms might still be found today but still to reach the level of humans has taken millions of years. Thus, humans can see the difference between them and their origin- even today. With each transgression, organisms converted to more sophisticated species as consciousness percolated. Through the ascent up the triangle, one can see the rise in consciousness in the perceivable environment. As many might have predicted, the next step in evolution will be into machines or the in-animates. But the full throttle of machine power will only be used in slow time. Also, must not the humans worry about domination of machines because humans will always remain the baby in the cradle.

Consciousness was born at the origin of matter for the purpose of Manifestation. Consciousness percolates in matter through organic life, marked by certain events- like collision between stars or the rainfall outside. As consciousness percolates into matter, there is a need to change the volume, characteristics and design of its reservoir, the physical environment- or the universe.

A time had probably come for the next transgression to take place, that should be into the in animate so that humans are increasingly finding themselves in comfort. Very soon should come a time when all human would be paid for will be to think and dream.

However in context of Nelson’s story- it must be evident by now that Nelson understood far greater than the ordinary premises one knows about her or himself.

The next day Nelson called Tina.

“I have decided to go to Pakistan” he said on the phone.

“Are you taking me with you?”

“No, not now. I will let you know once I reach there.” He replied and hung up the phone.

It was mid-of July when Nelson arrived at a small town in Pakistan, with help of the American Consulate. Nelson appeared before a government school building that was partially in tents. The scorching heat was glowing the earth like a furnace. The air just touching the ground was rattling like a snake. Entering the wooden gate- he asked a schoolboy where the headmaster was.

Following the direction, Nelson crouched in a room with very less furniture as compared to its size. On a corner was a man in salwar kameez, who sat examining his fingernails through the lens.

Nelson introduced himself and explained his urge and love to teach small children. The school master was delighted at prospects of an imaginary foreign funding. So he promised many more incentives for Nelson to stay there and teach. In this win-win situation, Nelson was going to meet the best audience in the show of his life.

The school master showed Nelson around the campus. Many a children who passed made naughty faces on seeing the foreigner. The master hushed them away in traditions of the school.

Nelson met the other- mostly male teacher. He sought to join the school the next week. Approved, he darted in his hired jeep back to his hotel.

Nelson spent the week looking for accommodation. Though he had sufficient finances to grant a luxurious stay upto whatever time he wanted, he opted for a cozy two-bedroom apartment on the first floor of a resident. Nelson also bought the telephone connection, ration and kitchen stuff.

In the evening he traveled through the bus to the next town to fetch liquor. He bought a whole dozen and came back by auto-rickshaw.

Nelson joined the government school on the agreed date. I sought to handle the juniour sections first- to the delight of the head master who was already in fantasy over his future.

In his first class were toddlers aged 6-8 years, who watched him with fierce eyes. But when he drew out the violin- they all gaped. He touched the knobs and stuck a note- the children were curious. He touched another note- the children were tempted. Then he took a long one and terminated the silence between him and his audience.

The children were smiling. Their hero had arrived.

During the term as a teacher in the government school, Nelson felt his consciousness grow with successive years of his partnership with the students. He cultivated in them a desire to succeed. Most importantly, he made them stand up as individuals- structuring them with grand precision towards a foreseeable glorious future.

Nelson started with music and ended with life. In this initial term serving the first grade, Nelson played notes to the toddlers while learning them. This way he sowed seeds of enquiry the built collectively between the teacher and the students, growing in the remarkable vision of the teacher.

By the end of the first year, Nelson had learnt how to play the violin. His students had learnt how to learn.

In the next year, Nelson started quizzing the children with questions like- who am I? Where do I belong? And what should I do? He did not give them any answers though.

By the third year, Nelson made the children teach each other. He put them into groups of two. The purpose was to seek the answers of previous questions from each other. By the fourth year- the children could distinguish between what is wrong and right for them. By the fifth year they were taught restraints on their powers of judgment and acting. By the sixth year students were fit for physical exertions so he led them to a year round trip on hiking and sight seeing around. The seventh year had the students been taught on the differences and pleasures between sexes. The eighth year was devoted fully to arts. The ninth year was dispersement into family lives of the children.

The class assembled again on the 10th year when they pledged to produce something worthwhile. They trained in areas of their interests. The eleventh year, each student would sow the seed of his knowledge by elaborating a plan and on the final – that is twelfth year, they were asked to submit results of the harvest.

All through the while, Jexi with Nicholas, and Tina made in frequent trips to him. Twelve years passed for Nelson. He had sown the seeds.

On the thirteenth year, Nelson was crowned king of hearts of the local people. His stature became an ideal supernatural.

On Nelson’s cult many a brethren followed,
On his lip many a curtains fall
Nelson made himself that way that he only knows,
The powers that taught him
Are still found today.

End

Work on talent and learn while performing.

2007-07-08T02:04:00.000-07:00

I went into a hotel to buy a gift for a friend. The man showed me some cheap toys but I looked for something exquisite and crafted. Finally we settled for a mural that had a home etched in plastic. I asked him to pack the parcel as gift. Surprizingly, the owner did not know the right way to pack. By his estimate it would take 4 sheets and by my estimate 3. Finally I helped him wrap the parcel in 3 sheets. Then, I also advised him on the right way to apply tape is parallel to the sleeve for general cases. But when higher strength is required, the tape may be applied perpendicular to the sleeve.

Taking the gift, I located the venue where there seemed to be a marriage in progress. I entered a wide and nicely decored marriage open area that had a discotheque, stage, the vows pedestal and many interesting features. I captured them all on my phone and kept the gift on a table.

I went outside to see a procession presumably the arrival of groom. I went further to note that it was indeed my friend. I was happy to see him after so long. My other college mates were also around and we had some fun outside dancing. When I came inside the venue, it seemed disconnected from the place I had came earlier. The ambience was not that plush and radiant. I suspected that I had kept the gift in a wrong location.

I was a bit anxious as I leapt outside and discovered that initially I entered the wrong venue and shot images thinking that was where my friend was being weded. So I looked for the table where I kept the gift and could find it nowhere. I searched one more time and then went to one of the bearers to seek if he knew about the gift. He led me to another official and both expressed denial. I felt sad loosing an opportunity to make my friend feel happy- by a gift. Well, I thought that a gift was important because it showed that I cared. 'Showed'.

Nonetheless the gift was found. It was in custody of a group of veterans toasting wine. When I snatched the gift that was kept by the side of one chair- a gentleman asked me of my genuiness. I replied with credentials and was happy to repossess my gift to my friend. When I re-entered inside my friend's venue, the atmosphere was getting a bit dull. So we started dancing. I danced with vigour and pomp like always- showed style.

Later as I reflect back on this incident- I understand that we connect each other via a language that enables a channel to motivate each other or to be known in a special way. Our pomp is made of material that we manage to put togather for a show- which is the language.

A higher bank balance displays higher pomp but there comes a time when one needs to invest on somebody elses pomp to get the better returns.

So, Work on talent and learn while performing.

The lonely Voyage

2007-07-03T11:35:00.000-07:00

In the volume of universe, the black holes pull the stars and bodies unto themselves. The surface of a black hole comprises of matter with high density. Towards it’s center, the matter collapses to a stage where time and space become null.

The family of Mathews had leased a shuttle to go to a Black Hole – H. Their belief was to reinvent their lives by gaining control over time using the gravitational pull of the hole.

While still away from the black-hole H, the family of Mathews experienced strange empowerment in senses- something that comes from knowledge being added without effort, something like enlightenment. They were discovering new facets of their space ship and about them selves, but were physically weak.

On a particular day, the father called all family members to the engine and related his experience. He said that while cleaning the dishes he saw water drops taking shapes as he imagined. The son said that he could jog for minutes without getting exhausted and the daughter said her desire to live is no more. The wife said nothing.

While the shuttle circled the black hole – H, the crew decided to put a coil outside the shuttle to generate electricity from the strong magnetic field. The son pulled out a cable from the shuttle radar- rolled it and connected to transformers and adjusted the assembly outside the shuttle.

One day the mother was not feeling well so she requested Dad to cook. Dad was irritated as he discovered that he had forgotton where he kept the password to his personal lavatory, the patience of mom broke and she decided to teach everybody a lesson.

Mom asked her daughter to fetch a few nuts and wine.

With a nut with each, and wine the family had a strange dinner. Dad waited for everybody else to finish munching the nut before he started to munch his own nut. Sister repeatedly apologized for a sin she had committed. The mother was feeling deprived somehow- of glamour. Her husband was getting more engrossed in the mission to reach the end of time.

Daniel would generally understand and appreciate such manners from his mother while Agatha would feel insulted at being reminded of an ever increasing antipathy between her parents who led the crew on voyage to the beginning of the next time.

An evening was debated on the issue, “should the brother and sister resist each other?”

With nuts on certain days they wondered if this was all but a joke.

- Smoke

2007-07-01T09:42:00.000-07:00

Mahmood forgot to bring the cigarette box to the funeral of his wife. He strolled on the national highway looking for a tobacco vendor but the road was deserted. An old man passed on a bicycle smoking a beedi. The air smelled of burnt mollasse for country sugar production. He saw a villager smoking beedi so approaches and requests him for one. The villager offers a beedi but refuses the reward.

A cyclist fell off the road by heat-stroke near to where the two people were smoking tobacco. The villager walked over to the man and dragged him to the edge of the road as Mahmood looked on. The man had lost conciousness. On the upper pocket of the unconscious person was a pack full of cigarettes. Mahmood looked at his watch and then at those cigarettes. He hideously grabbed the packet and hushed it hastingly in his upper pocket which was not there. Then he slid it inside his shirt and it dropped from below. Finally he manages to deposit the box inside his socks.

For some time he pretends to be of help but looses patience and makes way back home. The villager shadows behind him.

Mahmood, back home from the funeral and discarding the sullen look for ones who came to pay condolence- cooked himself a meal and smoked a cigarette. There he thought how easy would it now be to bring a girl-friend home. Later, he switched off the TV and came to the open terrace to drink liquer and watch the moon. The villager is lurching from in shadows.

Mehmud got asleep in the cool breeze and the open terrace but often disturbed by mosquitoes. The villager appeared from shadows and came near the sleeping Mahmood. He sniffed for tobacco under Mahmud's cot, nearMahmuds pockets and his ears. Mahmud hears the sounds of sniffing a woman in his dream. The villager used this trance by asking him to throw over the packet of cigarettes over his head. Mehmud in the urgency to please his lady love in dream threw the packet and the villager leapt to catch it out of the three story terrace to fell down and die.

In the morning, Mehmud was waken by the police and the man whose cigarette packet Mehmud stole. The police charged him of murder of the Villager.

So, Don't Smoke.

Extended Intelligence

2007-06-29T23:00:00.000-07:00

Since childhood Harry had a vision of doomsday when the end meets in an undeniable form. He could not fathom in what way but he was certain of it's reality. This also made him understand the inconsequence of desires and importance of duty.

Many people would have supported his belief due to spiritual or mythical reasons. Various evidences are cited when men have talked about apocalypse that would leave the human race extinct, or atleast fighting. In this circumstance there would be some significant developments that would enable transition of conciousness from the animate to the inanimate.

Computers can be programmed to perform calculations those when directly interfaced with a human brain; a new form of intelligence is born called Extended Intelligence. Torus being the that chip affixed at the spinal-chord is able to sense thought and modulate the information as bytes, sent to a computer for processing. Amongst these are processes which diagose problems inside thought and enquire the conciousness to address it, also responsible to generate previously unconceived ideas- hence create.

This stage is likely to happen in a not so distant future as a imminent wipe-out of human animal is feared by many. Conciousness will evolve into the machine and lift life into space as earth will become more violent and will be destroyed in finite time.

Harry invented the chip Torus in 2001. He invented an architectural application that would create a building design while a person perceived, without moving a finger. The architect saw spaces and adjusted the distances by thinking and exterting thought. His solution was working in laboratories until the time came when a buyer came with a big offer to him.

He offerred Harry USD 1 Billion to develop a system that can allow him to interface all the data on Internet addressable as his own memory, stacked and indexed using the best algorithm's.

Prefab Building Design

2007-06-21T00:28:00.001-07:00

I am using Revit to design modular Prefabricated. In this idea of a home, the transition from and to exterior and interior are traversed through successive steps that gives the building a soul identity.

Inside, the different spaces mix to form interesting overlaps zones or non exclusive spaces. These spaces are generally used for casual sitting or hobby.

This building is being designed for Hawaii needed sloping roofs. The prefabricated panels would arrive and erect within a week because of its modular structure.

Using Revit, I adjusted the Elevations for the ground level as -4' 0", plinth level as 0' 0" and Deck level at +4' 0". With the rising deck, the occupants will have the option to be private in an open landscape.