Football, Prayers & Ecology

Let me begin with a thought. You have two of the following: eyes, nostrils, ears, lungs, kidneys, ovaries, testes, breasts, hands, arms, feet, legs as well as numerous glands and miles of blood vessels.

Football:

I, along with all other children, played a game that involved kicking anything that would roll and chasing it to kick it again, and again. The emphasis was on kicking the object. The aim was to be the first, each and every time, to kick the object. This required running faster than anybody else. We pushed others out of the way, but really it was more a polite occupation of space in order to obstruct the other person’s path to the object. Occasionally we got an actual ball to kick. Wow, a ball. Yep, they existed in those far off days in the midday sun of the Kenyan dirt track and side alleys.

Many families lived around a courtyard. Family courtyards were invariably concreted, and several families occupied the dwellings surrounding it and used that space to cook the day’s food before the sun became unbearable. When the sun raged, the internal kitchen was used. Each wife/mother cooked in her own kitchen; however, each cook offered and accepted food cooked by another. Reciprocity was the mainstay of such units. So kids did not really kick about in the courtyards as freely as they did in the side alleys.

These kickabouts were replicated when as a child the family moved to Punjab. There my school had goalposts in playing fields. “What was football?”, I asked after being told what the posts were for, and being told they were football goalposts. I never did see football being played in India. The best that a ‘football’ was used for was to see how high one could kick a ball into the air.

You guys have to realise that the heat of equatorial Kenya and tropical India is an energy-sapping environment. People are easy-going because the heat does not encourage active movement for sustained periods of time. No one in his or her right mind wants to increase their body temperature, so chasing a ball was not the ideal game to play.

No, the game we played was to go walking around the shopping centres to look at girls of our age or slightly older. If girls looked at us without frowning, we spun dreams of love, marriage, children, and grandchildren, until the next time a girl looked at us without a frown. I sometimes wonder where the Muslims got their idea of multi-marriage!

When still a child, the family moved to London. I didn’t know what England was, but I knew what London was. London was the country, with which England was somehow associated. How, was not quite clear. Televisions by and large were a non-entity in those days. Kids played in the streets or in the park. My glee at being confronted with a ball to chase in the park must have been plastered all over my face, and I was invited to join the group of lads ‘playing’. They played in the same way we chased the round object through the dirt alleyways in Kenya. It was the same: push each other politely, and kick the ball; but this time in a particular direction.

At school in those days sports was mandatory. I was confronted with things called wing-half and inside-right, while the position that threw me for months were something called right and left bats. Bats! What had vampires to do with football?! As my ears got used to the English and London accent, I realised the words were right and left backs. The first time I played, I was told to stand in a position at the edge of the pitch. Half-a-wing or was it wing-half or something like that. I had never come across anything like this.

The centre-forward pushed the ball forwards for his companion to run with. I looked on transfixed from where I’d been told to stand. That was my position so I stood and watched. Then deja vu took over. The kids, all twenty of them, chased the ball irrespective of what their position on the field was. I knew this game. It was the kick & chase game of the dirt track alleyways of Kenya. Only this time it was called football. I understood the mêlée. I joined in with full gusto.

Kids reeled off names like Puskas, Eusebio, Pele, Garrincha, Billy Wright, Stanley Matthews, Danny Blanchflower…they might as well have been speaking double-dutch for all I knew, but I cottoned on that the Brazilian national team was the best around etc.

The 1966 world cup was on television. The most obvious thing I observed was the manner in which the European teams refused to play football, but rather stuck to allocated ‘positions’. The South Americans, with their natural flair, played from the heart. The Europeans played a calculated, tactical game. Nature verse nurture. Nurture won the cup. The essence had been taken out of the game. Results mattered, not flair. Beauty was replaced by Bugly Yetty. A precursor world in which intelligence began to be measured by catty sarcasm.

The Europeans went further. They perfected the tactical foul. Ever since, the game has lost its purity. What we see today is not football, a game intended for a cardiovascular workout with smiling faces and mutual admiration. Instead, we see a war. It has become a caveman’s war. Win at any cost.

Old manners intertwined with ancient mechanisms of Prayer have also become like the modern game of football. Prayers used to be aimed at an end result. The end result sought was peace. Peace in one’s thoughts with Peace-related stream of thoughts. But nowadays, (nowadays here means the past five to six thousands years), it is thinking masquerading as Prayer.

Prayer has become a method of beseeching the outer something deemed ‘God’, to fulfill a request. Naturally, as priorities and emotions change, the request changes. “Dear God…” a new requisition form is forwarded. Then ofcourse as the request is never fulfilled a ‘I do not believe in God…’ diatribe is energised.

Prayers have to evolve as humans change their reference points. I will use football to illustrate change and the new evolution that could transform football. This new evolution could be called Gool-Mool.

  1. Throw-in: can be slung in with one arm, or kicked in like a foul. Either way the opposing team cannot be within ten yards.
  2. If a foul is committed in the defending half by the defending team, no more than three defenders plus their goalkeeper must face five attackers, until the ball goes out of play, a goal is scored or is successfully defended.
  3. Every third corner automatically leads to a dribble penalty where an attacker faces the goalkeeper. Either the attack is nullified or a goal is scored.
  4. A shot hitting the post and rebounding back into play is an automatic goal.
  5. A yellow card sees the player sit in sin-bin for five minutes, and the opposition gets to choose another player to join the offender for two minutes.
  6. Only three defenders plus a goalkeeper can defend a corner while the attack team has five players including the corner-taker, until a goal is scored or defended successfully.
  7. Rolling substitutes throughout the game.
  8. No off-side.
  9. The team first to score in a score draw gets two points while the other team gets one point only; in a no-score draw game points remain distributed as they are now.

The game will automatically become far more exciting to watch and participate in. Whereas the modern game as played now been lost to the clinical thinkers and risk-averse managers. Fun, enjoyment, and excitement have been lost totally.

Similarly, Prayers also have to be revamped to meet the requirements of the current God, a Greed-God. Parishioners of Greed-God must visit commercially run old people’s homes and hospices to see the sum totality of life. Life is not unending youthfulness. Unfortunately, the point (singularly) lost is that the human bio-system houses not one but several bodies overlapping each other, inside and around the one physical frame.

One can have the youthful vigour of a forty-something but in fact be in their seventies. The mental mindset will express the thought paradigm of a seventy-plus age mentality and not a forty-something as their youthful vigour may suggest. Prayers need to accommodate the ongoing shift of this paradigm

The bottom line is that everyone I meet wants just one thing. That one thing being a peaceful life. What no one recognises or is prepared to accept is that turmoil, unacceptable events and unpleasant situations are the sum-reality of life. A peaceful life has to be lived alongside and in cooperation with the distaste of natural life: duality in motion. Until you are prepared to accept that life has pain and pleasure, you are not going to touch peace in your prayers.

Prayers are a method of creating, through auto-suggestion, an emotional world cocooning the self. The cocoon is only relative to you. You cannot extend it to others. You cannot hope to bring peace to the rest of humanity, where humanity is persecuting non-humans for meat on a minute-by-minute basis.

Old Prayers took place in a world where a goat and a tiger sat side by side and neither was required to become an actor in the drama of life and death. Why? Because the environment was self-sustaining.

But nature fell from grace.

It is not humans that fell from grace, but nature that fell from grace. And as her offspring, we participated with zealous callousness in her fall. We can rectify and assist nature in regaining her poise and composing herself into grace again, but it requires humans to change their own mindset.

For that, a hands-on, objective Prayer system is needed. Subjective Prayer systems will not do. Objective Prayer requires that humans stop trying to ‘master’ nature but co-operate and co-reside in her guardianship. She is a very advanced, intelligent and highly evolved Being in her own right. We are tiny cogs in her mechanism.

The Prayer we need is one that makes the effort of living within whatever nature provides us on a seasonal basis. Let famine come. Famine will go as and when it suits Her. You have to simply accept that you are not this life only, but you are an endless encasements of lives.

If only you had the ability to see your own past and your own future, you would realise the futility of gathering accoutrements for the worship of Greed-God.

Ideally, the Prayers you access must allow you to see without the blindfold over your ‘Eye’. ‘Eye’ is functioning even now, but your sensory apparatus is simply not groomed or polished enough to cognise the vision of that ‘Eye’.

To sense and see things the ‘Eye’ requires a whole-scale shift from a Greed based ‘internal’ symmetry to a Need based one.

A new vision of teaching from kindergarten upwards is needed, where harmony with nature is taught.

Guys, if you do not take serious stock of the situation, then ‘nature’ will kick us off her plate once again. She needs to do that in order to recompose her poise and grace. She has done this many a time in the past, and will do so again in the future, until finally we, the animal dwellers on her plate, realise that we have to protect each other and trust Her totally.

Ecology is the new Prayer paradigm. Ecology was the initial ‘old Prayer’, now lost to myth. Ecology is the only way forward.

It is up to the ordinarywallahs to roll up their sleeves and occupy their governments’ squares, demanding that all deep-earth excavation is stopped here and now. Mother Earth is screaming in pain and if do not take radical steps to stop this rape then She will kick our asses off this planet once again. You can forget cyberology’s enslavement of humans as a nightmare to fear. The permanent damage done to Mother Earth by excavating her physiology is the catalyst that will trigger a wipeout of humans from the face of this planet.

Let me here put a finishing touch to the thought I began with. I began with the following opening “You have two of the following: eyes, nostrils, ears, lungs, kidneys, ovaries, testicles, breasts, hands, arms, feet, legs along with numerous glands and miles of blood vessels.” If a biological epidemic ate away one half of each pair of these organs and limbs, how long would it be before you begin looking for a mechanism to defeat the epidemic?

European human greed is the pan-epidemic of this planet. Because of them, all humans are going to be wiped off the face of this planet. Field workers like myself are simply here to deliver this last-chance saloon message. However, the decision has to be the race Europeans’ to make.

Your lives.

Your choices.

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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.