Meditation Parts I & II

Part I: Simpleton’s Hopscotch 

The problem with meditation is that it is simple. It is the one talent both intellectuals and simpletons have in common. It is its simplicity that causes confusion, compelling its admirers to chase shadows as yet unformed.

The search for the elusive spy – who walks like a king, cloaked in myth and shrouded in the language of duplicitous rationality, giving optimism to trumped-up theories while evading all attempts at being tamed like a domesticated animal – beguiles and bemuses.

So why is this simpleton’s hopscotch so damn confusing?

Because we are all too intelligent, that’s why.

Ordinarywallahs have one great fixation – locating their Godliness. Wherein the ideology of a marriage between ego and the improbable is founded on a system of literally misunderstood coincidence, whereby they are pulling bunnies out of an imaginary hat, telling everyone their self-delusion is a reality.

So does that mean we from our background have any better idea of how to disentangle the contradictions, confusions and complexities that are part of the unfathomable? No, we are as lost as the ordinarywallahs, though we are more adept at reading the signposts of the unfathomable, thus giving us unprecedented privilege and insight. The kind of insight that we use to claim that the light of the inner eye seen by ordinarywallahs is merely part of their overactive imagination, while our own is the pukkah entity.

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Moving on, there is little doubt that you are the king of all you survey – even the lawn of the mental asylum in which you are a long-term resident. The asylum that is also your freedom. Welcome to freedom. Welcome to rust-bucket Earth. Where the Anglo-Saxon, claiming to protect you from a ‘terrorism’ of its own wily invention, has created an asylum overrun with CCTV cameras that record your every step, your every word, your every sigh. Your freedom: an asylum founded by and run on the principle of psychopathic Anglo-Saxon fear-based religious intolerance. And you? You are a willing, paid-up member thereof – swallowing the state-PR pill in which all are terrorists who do not glory in the self and the individual as the highest of God’s creation.

Now cast your mind back to the ordinarywallah’s fixation: the search for internal Godliness. Doesn’t seem so simple now, does it, mired as it is in contradictions and confusion.

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Recall that in the 1970s the Palestine Liberation Organisation hijacked and blew up aeroplanes in the desert. It organised the murder of athletes at an Olympic Games. Decades later, a machine gun assault on international cricketers in Pakistan took place. In another episode, innocent worshippers were gunned down for daring to pray at a place that practiced alternative worshipping methods. If politicians at the time of the early PLO activity had drawn an iron curtain then two political movements – the West and the Soviets – would have gone on to enslave the humans of rust-bucket Earth.

In fact, that is what happened. But why? Whence the enslavement?

Because absolute power corrupts.

And this lesson has everything to do with our subject: the search for self-enlightenment.

Because, when you put people of my background on a pedestal then rest assured that like those in the White House we too become avidly autocratic, absolute power corrupts us too. And as long as you kowtow to us and our every utterance, you are complicit in your own enslavement. It may be that you are involved in a self-advancing enslavement, but it’s enslavement nevertheless.

Is there any escape? Well I can’t get you the medicines that’ll knock you out; but I can share with you the pathway to meditation. Even then, however, humanity needs to reawaken its commonsense and recognise the world and its ecology as an extension of, rather than separate from, the inner self; and inner-self rooted in freedom.

And what are the basic mechanisms of this meditation?

An oft-quoted starting point is to “look inside yourself”. What does this even mean? Apparently, it means the Mind – that fail-safe, universal, get-out-of-jail-card.

Has anyone seen Mind? Has anyone experienced Mind? If truth be known, even Mind has never met Mind. So what hope for the aspirant searching for Fool’s Gold – what proof that it is to be found in Mind or that Mind even exists.

I, as somebody who has been through the mill and come out the other end, well and truly Divinely traumatized, state: at this moment in my development, I can successfully argue that Mind is a red-herring in this world of Indian vegetarian spiritual evolution.

So, let’s leave Mind to the know-alls… those with zero-realisation of Mind!

Let me explain: you are walking; you trip; you get up. Do you berate the ground on which you tripped or do you understand that your own feet tripped you over? Mind is the ground you walk on. It is not Mind that you need to control. It is your feet, you need to pay attention to how you use them to walk.

Mind is the canvas. Your feet are your thoughts. You consider your thoughts and the rationalities they conjure up as absolute, instead of variables that can be moulded, amended, controlled.

It is your thoughts you have a relationship with; not your mind.

The short-cutters, sitting cross-legged in their cheap white meditation garb, claim that thoughts have to be watched and allowed to peter out of their own accord, and that once this happens meditation begins. Oh please!

I suggested that the mechanisms of meditation must be understood before the journey can begin.

So… let’s start:

Examine your position on rust-bucket Earth. Picture rust-bucket Earth in her relation with the Sun. Now picture the solar system in relation with its position (okay, just imagine where you think it is) to the rest of this galaxy. Now keep on expanding your imagination about this galaxy’s position and relationship with the rest of the galaxies in this cosmos. Now imagine the boundary of this cosmos and imagine what you may find there. Keep that in your thought.

Now:

Imagine where you are and look at the ground. Go deeper into the ground. Find in your imagination underground rivers or caves. Go deeper. Feel the enormous pressures as you go underneath into the darkness. Keep traveling. Now feel the heat in that abject darkness. The heat become intolerable, but it neither hurts nor burns you. Keep travelling deeper. Now reach into the very center of rust-bucket Earth. The light and heat are piercing white. Enter it. Feel it. Become part of it. Now as part of it look out into the solar system. And the first thing you will feel, if you have done this exercise correctly, is how powerful and protective rust-bucket Earth is against the harmful power of the Sun. Eventually, you will rationalise that rust-bucket Earth is a powerful Baba looking out for you.

Now let us make sense of the two exercises:

The first is the expansion mode of meditation, where you expand yourself into a never-ending examination of who you are or where you are going. This is your mega-Ego at work. This is not meditation but self delusional ego-medication leaving you feeling uplifted, like you’ve just taken your sensory and nervous systems out for a ride and dumped the nervous tension and anxiety. This depletion of the nervous tension is considered ‘meditation’.

Let those who value such an experience, let them live it. For them it is true.

In the second exercise, you have to journey internally into your Self. This Self is the You. This You is the egoless God-Particle that centres You and makes you aware of your inner You.

Truth is internal. It is within. Nothing is external. The external is the expansion of your inner awakening.

The inner You exhibits and lives itself as a ‘life’ expressing its inner awakening. For example, a particular human race has wiped other races off the face of this planet because it, the perpetrating race, exists at the farthest point away from the pure centre of itself.

I cannot emphasise this enough: each of you has to examine where are you in your own development. You cannot exceed where you are. The simple fact is that no one can self-teach/learn meditation. The above examples are not pathways, and do not lead to meditation. All they lead to is personal Ego-worship. For the truth of meditation is that it has to be ‘graced’ by one who has mastered the path. And that grace is earned by lifetimes of servile humbleness. It is not for you to decide that you are ready for that grace or for an understanding of meditation.

Surrender is the key. Personal as well as ego surrender to somebody… who may be a complete fraud. Either way, if that is what is prescribed for you as a pre-ordained experience, then you must accept its outcome without complaint or feeling of abuse. I have detailed this journey in a book – the basis of which draws on the first eight pages of greater and lesser well-known faith scriptures. It’s a must for understanding what is needed to advance into meditation (It’s not in print yet; one day, perhaps!).

But for now, let’s get back to making sense of the exercises shared above.

Inner awakening is not an individual exercise. Each human has absolute responsibility for the entire link of its genetic make-up from the past, and each one lays a foundation stone for future generations.

If you live like senseless killers, as part of a race that enjoys killing anything not identical to itself, then your future births are guaranteed to put you right back into the same killing pool. You will be born as a killer for all time; your fear-induced part of your signature. And in this game: you will kill one type of human only to be born as the one you have killed; the human who kills you becomes you, and then kills the new you, which now looks like the old them. There is no escape.

Just as it is stated, quite factually, that you are your own parent and your own child, so it is that you are your own victim and your own persecutor. The secret is respect. Respect others. Never mind that they do not respect you. Let them do what they will to do, you must remain calm and detached; that will set you free from the cycle of perpetual violence. I do need to explore this in more detail, and have in fact done so in my book “Mischievous Mystic” (again, unpublished – because it is too controversial for publishers’ tastes).

Part II: Why meditation always failsThere are several types of meditator. Each unknowingly following one among a hierarchy of meditation methods.

Each aspirant influences and affects the outcome of meditation as a result of their psychic, genetic, social, linguistic and cultural composition. Give a man a transfusion or a transplant and this too will alter the class and quality of his meditation and its outcome.

Thus, meditation is an unbelievably complex subject, encased in the trinity of contradiction, complication, and confusion that I have been instrumental in bringing into public space and knowledge.

Like the current nonsense of yoga classes – where yoga is ignorantly marketed by those seeking personal fame and public acclaim, and now consists of a set of ‘exercises’ totally unrecognizable from its actual roots and purpose – meditation too is fast becoming a virtueless activity.

Here I’m going to explain the pitfalls – it is for you to decide how to proceed.

On one hand, we have the career meditators. The ‘inner calling’ professionals, who join an enclave of like-minded thinkers and become part of any one of the world’s larger or smaller sects. An earnest, dedicated, faithful bunch, they are committed to the sect or organisation of which they have become naturalized. Feigning disdain with money and mammon, theirs is a pseudo-secular detachment that in guiding the laity towards donating 10% of their incomes while holding forth on the evil of money, manages to harvest the same and interestingly have quite substantial deposit accounts – becoming in the process reclassified as religions. Denouncing secular lifestyles, these career meditators are often found to be exhorting inner beauty, often as a panacea to their own plainness and social awkwardnesses, and because God hates aesthetically pleasing people and things, don’t you know!

In contrast with these professional meditators are the creative lay meditators – engulfed by an initial wave of intensity at their first go, and then awaiting inspiration to strike a second time. And when they do meditate, it is only until some powerful thought occurs to them and some urgent errand is remembered, or else their favourite TV program is about to start.

What the lay meditators don’t understand is that meditation is a modality of being. It is not for them to jettison meditation on a whim, or put it on a stopwatch. Or to opine the lack of celestial alignment that is keeping them from accessing their next meditative fix. Not for professionals the laxity of letting meditation rot until the stars align or for inspiration to strike. They are, within the organizational ambits of their choice, set a meditation regime and must at the very least either attempt or attune their thoughts to the one to three elected points of attention for as long as has been prescribed by organizational rules and templates.

Laypeople by contrast flit from one thought to another, one point of concentration to another. They have brought into the misnomer – which I admittedly use a lot in guiding novice lay meditators – that you should watch your thoughts come into the foreground of your attention and them let them dissipate; it’s a red herring, advanced by people of my background because we are utterly dismayed that a fundamental basic such as focusing your attention on one elected point day in, day out, is beyond people. Instead of castigating them about their failure to even grasp such a rudimentary task, that will anyway fall onto deaf ears or beget defensive justifications and an egotistical sense of wanting to get the ‘real’ meditation stuff, we have shifted the parameters of meditative technique to suit the basest of abilities.

To illustrate: it is like somebody who attends a swimming lesson, watching from the side of the pool how learners use floats to help them master basic movements of staying afloat in water; and having observed, the person presumes to have understood swimming and then jumps off a cliff into the sea expecting to swim…. Just join me in a moments silence for the idiot that just drowned.

Meditation, like a natural body of water, is dangerous.

Having read a bit here, heard a discourse there, the lay meditator presumes him/herself to be adept like the hapless would-be swimmer who drowns.

Then there are those laypeople who after a few months of earnest indulgence feel compelled to teach others what they have (ahem!) mastered. Affiliation with some formalized club ensues, rules are learned, the club’s own preferred meditation style is followed, and hey presto the lay meditator emerges as an accredited meditation practitioner and teacher.

The idiot is certified to teach Idiotology to a delusional Idiot-in-waiting.

For all my misgivings about the professional meditators, at least they understand that meditation requires regimented daily activity without which rudimentaries it cannot be understood let alone learned.

Laypeople assume self-enlightenment is around the corner – no delayed gratification for them; and for sure, their method of meditation is the best. And of course it’s logical for them to go on and form their own clubs and sects, dedicated to their own preferred method – leaving aside the inescapable hierarchy of meditation methods that exist! – forgetting if ever they were cognisant to begin with that meditation requires a strict agenda and regime of practice.

The professionals at least know that from strict discipline of the regime and regimented lifestyle they follow that one is as able to adjust an event as a grain of sand is able to influence the ebb and flow of tide. Professional meditators understand that meditation is a constant 24/7 activity, such that in order to fulfil this as well as the daily requirements of being a cog in their organisation that constitutes time spent away from meditation, they become masters in the ability to function as dutiful cogs while never forsaking their meditation.

Lay meditators never attain or achieve even the rudimentary stage that would allow them entry into the bottom rung of an organised regime where meditation is taught with such harsh and strict discipline.

Professional meditators for their part understand that enlightenment is not the reason they learn meditation. They learn meditation for the peace it gives them, without accompanying need to envelop the God’s entire creation in their own version of peace. They respect God’s creation and have zero desire or need to change that creation to fit with their vision of a better human world.

In sharp contrast, lay meditators have an inbuilt need to change what falls outside their preference and idealism. There are races that emulate precisely this ideological bent. Both European Christians and Muslims in general are trapped in a self-delusional need to want to change God’s creation.

The Muslim psyche is trapped at the kundalini chakra: a chakra that imbues them with delusional judgement; they suffer from lack of self-esteem and measure their value in terms of irrational authoritarianism and the suffering this can bring to bear on others; the more outlandish an idea the more they are convinced of its purity. They behave as if they are above the creation of the very God they claim to follow. Thus, the meditator raising their kundalini should please heed the warning that it leads one into attunement with a sort of ‘fanatical overlords’ lifestyle and attitude.

The European race is contrariwise trapped at the base root chakra – with no escape. In this environment if somebody does not fit into your Weltanschauung then it is acceptable to kill – human or animal – and to remodel the environment and the ecology to better suit one’s idea of glory.

And this brings us to the last point: meditation is not a personal; rather, it influences your entire race’s agenda, and if done incorrectly will lead to one global disaster after another.

A sobering thought on which to end! Welcome to meditation: not quite the mother of all peace; more often than not completely the opposite.

 

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Trophy Wife

Nothing infuriates cultures, societies and communities more than drug use within their circle or when an outsider from another racial, social, lower-economic group, religious or dharmic background wades in and charms the attractive, desirable, marriageable girl to marry him and convert to his faith group and bring up ‘her’ children in his faith.

It amuses those of my background that a family whose structure is steeped in rite and ritual (religion) or conducted according to the edicts of one’s faith should foam at the mouth when a girl hailing from their community elopes with, or with the support of her parent/s marries, her amour from another faith and follows his tradition.

If all faiths are identical (a red herring ever there was one), then why the knee-jerk sense of loss of ‘respect’? Should you not be pleased that your daughter has left one faith and is now following another faith with greater fervour than she did her own?

There is an art to, and an equal amount of violence in, the practice of religion and dharma. At a religious level, violence constitutes hands-on murder of those who fail to mimic your own religion; at a dharmic level, it is less overt, more sly.

Commonsense takes a vacation and the fervently devout are consumed by a need for vengeance at any cost. But Why?

Philosophically and historically, societies at the apex of materialistic grandeur have a reasonably relaxed attitude towards interracial, intercultural, and interreligious unions. Aryadesh exercised it. So did sub-Saharan Africa, China and the Egyptians, Greeks and Romans. Now the western world is experimenting with such tolerance. And it is not by some elitist reverse-engineering of mentally retarded notions that such tolerance is allowed.

The basic cause of tolerance and respect of inter-group alliances centres on accumulation of personal wealth. When the masses enjoy a very high standard of material life, their obeisance to the dictates of rite and ritual becomes a lesser priority. But take away the veneer of wealth and the feel-good factor it connotes, and notions of social and communal ‘respect’ become the arbiter of self-esteem and prestige.

If from the apex society a suitor wooed a woman from the financially challenged community, then, somehow, the proposal is accepted in relative terms by both sides. However if the suitor happens from  an equal financial community, but of course from an outside faith, then the pain of this union by the girls parents and family is registered in suicidal and vengeance terms, where eye, tooth and life are bartered as if one was at a market buying ones daily ration.

So far, I have focused on the reaction of the ‘victim’ of this cultural insult. Now let me turn the tables on the suitor.

It is seen and enough evidence exists about how ‘high’ an African-American feels landing a European woman as his wife. Regardless of his commercial status, the happy, buzzing, high-heel kicks seldom leave his face, or his peacock walk. The sense of having pulled a master stroke and beguiled the European race and community by winning the affection and love of a European woman seldom leaves his or his communitys’ sense of attaining the unattainable.

However, we read in newspapers the sorry mess that the African-American pop singer Diana Ross had to endure at the hands of the Norwegian shipping magnet’s family whose son chose to marry her instead of a blonde blue-eyed Scandinavian woman.

It seems that if the rich marry ‘beneath’ their racial station then the knives are out for the couple. Yet, the same marriage seen from the racially ‘inferior’ party is viewed as payback for the horrors of centuries of subjugation.

Now, into this mix let us bring the motives of established Indian movie ‘studs’, of whom the vast majority are Muslim, while their partners are invariably from non-Muslim traditions. So, why, when more Muslims live in India than in Pakistan, do these Muslim movie ‘studs’ chase, woo and seduce non-Muslim women?

Is it that by doing so they will enter heaven and be overwhelmed by virgins for the rest of their stay?!

In any case, what is the duration of this heavenly vacation? And what happens to the virgin once deflowered? Is she rejected while he moves on to the next virgin in the queue and so on and so forth? And if heaven truly is heaven, presumably there’s no place for unclean things like blood – so do the virgins soil the sheets and are these hung out to attest to her former virginal state? Is the deed done in the heavenly home, and if so, surely its overcrowded with ancestral males involved in an endless conveyor belt of deflowering virgins. And Muslim women who enter heaven – what is their celestial reward: virgin males with bulging biceps and six-packs?

As I have maintained all my life, I have yet to meet ‘God’. So I seek education in this matter from those who lack my abilities, yet who are somehow more accurately able to state what goes on in Muslim heaven.

So, back to Muslim Bollywood movie stars and ‘studs’ – God’s gift to women and seemingly too good for Muslim women.

Why?

Why do these men invariably choose a non-Muslim woman?

Because esteem and wellness accrue from finally being allowed to sit at the high table. Self-respect and self-worth are measured in the ability to chase, woo and marry a non-Muslim Indian citizen. In ordinary life, in the realm of inter-religious marriages that I observe, the most sought-after liaison is with a Sikh partner. Male or female. Among the Sikh men who marry Muslim women, they always consider themselves to be married to a Sikh woman and there is none of the fanfare and shouting from rooftops at having converted a girl to your religion as is the case so often among Muslim men marrying actual Sikh girls.

Sikhs treat their inter-religious marriages as normal Sikh marriages. They never try to radicalise the girl or convert her or her offspring. They marry the people they love and go quietly about their business, believing the union is established by a higher order – nothing more, nothing less. The very opposite is true of Muslims – they mire their wives in emotional turmoil, impelling them to convert, to use a Muslim name and to denounce their origins and heritage.

One day, and I know this day will come: Islamic people will wake up and behave like the tolerant faith they really are.