Contemplation, Meditation, and Samadhi

This essay comes in response to feedback on my essay (13th December 2015) entitled “Sikhs and Meditation”. It was noted that I left elements unexplained, shrouded in ambiguity. Indeed, this was deliberate because field workers at my level are constrained in terms of what they are permitted to divulge.

Field workers with my level of responsibility are tasked with aiding the development of a seeker’s inner awakening, and we do by giving indications and pointers. Seldom do we impart precise instructions. The reason for this is that we may only operate within set parameters, and to overstep our boundaries is to invite demotion – no questions asked – by those charged with examining our conduct and the content of our guidance, who may do so under disguise as seekers themselves.

So if I was vague in “Sikh and Meditation” it was intentional.

Part of the reason why those at my level are policed arises from the discrepancy between what we see and what you see. We have, at times, unparalleled access to memories encased within creation which you would normally reference as past, present and future. That which you call the future, you perceive as unfathomable, unpredictable, unformed, shrouded in unknowability though hovering like a cloud on the horizon, subject to change and react to any given stimulus.

To speak of the future is, in your conception of things, to embody unreliability. But once the future has come to pass and shifts into the category of the real, whether of past or present, you can see that which we at my level already know. Namely, the future is a precipitate of all that has happened and is happening, and more so it is implicated in – and a co-determinant of – that which forms the past and the present.

The future is not awaiting expression or fulfillment, it has already expressed and fulfilled itself.

To put it simply, the future is not a state of becoming. It has become.

The interaction and the co-existence of past, present and future (to use the categories with which you are most acquainted) is a cornerstone of Sikhism and of Vedanta philosophy. We address the pool of interactive awareness of past, present and future – that which you imagine as distinct temporalities bound by a relationship of teleology and process – as the Akashi Records.

The Akashi Records posit that past, present and future are encompassed within the frame of creation and non-creation, which contrary to the way you understand them are not distinct but are a particular kind of singularity.

We might say the same about the concepts of beginning and end – these have to be seen as a process of movement from one to the other, yet like past, present and future, like creation and non-creation, they are in fact one and the same. Beginning and end are simultaneously themselves and each other.

If I apply this to Sikhism, as a good Sikh (which I am not – recall, I am the not so terribly good Sikh!) I ought to adhere to and believe in the concept of the Akaal – the formless. What Sikhs fail to grasp is that the formless is not form-less; rather, it has a presence. In fact, it comprises a multitude of layers, a set of strata beyond whatever formless designation we impute to it in our minds.

The Akaal is not itself formlessness, but encapsulates the formless, whereupon we cognize that both Akaal and the formlessness it references are entities. They are not nothing, they are clearly something. (Note to Sikhs – this point is stated categorically in the Sri Guru Granth Sahibji by none other than Guru Nanakdevji – please locate the actual stanza).

Reverting to creation and non-creation. These are governed by karma. By this I do not mean the action-reaction, cause-effect thing you call karma, these being more accurately definitions of samskar (a sub-stratum of karma). No. Karma is the qualitative, not the quantitative, it is how the flow from a portal is governed, it is not the outflow itself. Karma governs the outflow, which when it coagulates forms creation.

To the ordinarywallahs, fixed on the notion of the social contract and our obligations within it, and to poets, who parlay the often sad and painful consequences of chasing after one’s desires, karma serves a particular and much-needed function to keep us on the straight-and-narrow as well as to romanticise the fall-out when you fail to do so.

However, the outflow which karma governs is itself already embedded in samskar, that is, it is already endowed with action-reaction and cause-and-effect, whose quantities are relative to the dilation of the portal. Hence, creation and non-creation are one complete segment of an expression from a given portal, which in turn has various dimensions, which are enclosed in zones. The zones interrupt, mingle with and travel through one another, while maintaining their individual integrity and unique vibration.

When you look out into the night sky, you see blackness, while those at my level see light. You see emptiness, we see creation and systems.

But back to “Sikh and Meditation” and the charge of vagueness that was the response of some to the essay. I deliberately and overtly glossed over the stratum of what you call meditation – but which those at my level know as contemplation, meditation and samadhi. The detail I gave in the essay was prerequisite to embarking on and achieving a state of contemplation. A starter-for-ten, if you like, where the vexed (and vexatious) relationship between pessimism and internal patriotism are explored.

You will recall that I outlined the rungs of advancement as progressing from diet-based, through thought-based and emotion-based, to the realm of humility and servility. These rungs are the reality to which you must become attuned, become one with internally, and then live outwardly, before contemplation commences.

Contemplation is not, as you would have it, internal debate of ideas and the suchlike.

Contemplation is not the place for conjecture. Conjecture must already have been gotten out of the way, dealt with, in the course of the rungs of advancement mentioned above, and through the process of attunement practiced first internally and then externally.

Contemplation is total opinionlessness. Opinionlessness is in turn the canvas on to which the depths of realism are ready to be drawn with broad brushstrokes, but one awaits intervention from another for this to happen. This other is duty-bound to you; it is their responsibility to trigger your initial entry into and beyond contemplation. They could be a person who makes an observation in passing or they could be your formal educator, a teacher whose presence is less transitory and more enduring.

My indication is that the vast majority of secular beings are not ready for contemplation let alone meditation. Many applicants sit cross-legged and announce to onlookers that they are in fact assuming the hallowed lotus posture. Sorry to break it to you, but what you do doesn’t even come close to the lotus posture. Every image you have seen of it is wrong, a falsity.

So what hope have you of entering contemplation, forget meditation and samadhi, when your knowledge of the lotus position is wrong? Especially when you do not even know that correct posture and joga (yoga as you call it) come after, and never before, one has attained contemplation, and that it is the latter that leads you into deeper inner resonance and joga ability.

Oh, and by the way, what on earth is a downward-facing dog?!?!

Idiots, certified to teach idiots, re-label postures in accordance with their own (or borrowed) brand of stupidity; and they ensure and enable the development of nothing more than inner darkness in those they purport to teach.

I cannot indicate strongly enough that meditation is dangerous.

Meditation is the pathway to your introduction to your inner light.

Meditation is the pathway to your introduction to your inner darkness.

At a secular level, you will never be able to differentiate between light and darkness. From within your present level of comprehension both are godlike.

Be warned and tread carefully.

Păssĭm or Passion

I have always had two hobby horses in my life. One is creativity, a middle of the road type of creativity – not for me the ‘art’ of a cow suspended in alcohol in a glass tank. I don’t consider that art, rather a deviant exploitative expression. Yet I defend the right to express that ‘art form’. No, my middle of the road boring creativity is limited to photography, preferably black and white, and oil painting – both self-taught, and both at which I am diabolically bad. God, at times even I cringe at what I ‘create’. My other hobby is happiness, hand in hand with pleasantness, married to politeness. My pet hate is betrayal steeped in secrecy acting as a poisonous chaperone between life-long ‘trusting’ companions.

As you may have guessed by now, my life is narcissistically and tribally merged in questioning and challenging the value of abstract obituaries where intellectual conceptualism masquerading as advanced awareness postures, when in reality it is cocooned in dearth of pure awareness.

Humankind has several cherished bedrocks. The entire species clutches at well-being as a measuring tape where self-opinion is a barometer of self-worth: and of one’s own specialness. Yet there is an amnesic refuge-seeking, so that groups can refuse to countenance the fact that the exact same thread runs through swathes of other human racial groups. This then means that each individual human-animal thinks it is unique and special. If only that was a truth.

It is this misnomer which is the cause of rite and ritual divide.

Let us face a fact. It is written in each and every scripture that killing somebody of a different faith practice is acceptable. Check the Bible. It states this. What, you cannot find the precise line or set of words advocating murder in the Bible? What next? You are going to tell me that Jesus of Nazareth wrote the Bible himself!

If you do find a passage about acceptance of murder in any of the scriptures, written in its original formal language by that religions originator, I will announce you as ‘God’. Because no such nonsense exists in any of the scriptures, at all.

So why the massive differences between humans?

Because we are ignorant of our own ignorance.

In Sikhism, the core essence is the defence of the weak and the vulnerable. Well, not actually. The weak do not need defending. So whence the high self-opinion that you as a Sikh must defend the defenseless? Because of a simple misunderstanding. The simple misunderstanding is to misread the protection of life from death as demanding defence of the weak. A Sikh raises arms against the oppressor to warn the latter about its own destiny with death. For, the mentality of an oppressor is to challenge life itself, thus accelerating life’s collaboration with death. An oppressor has a relationship with death. Its own.

But it is too much of a coward to either cut its own throat or pull the trigger to blow out its own its brains. Let me elucidate. A rock climber without any safety equipment is challenging death. It subconsciously seeks its own demise in as flamboyant a way as possible. Not for this delusional glory-seeker a simple overdose of pills; no, that is too simple, not ‘blazing enough’ in itself. Instead it glories in the perversion of claiming command over death when it has finished the climb not having met death.

If you tell this person to wear a safety harness, it smiles in your face as if you lack courage. In this instance, an adrenaline rush is perceived as courage.

If that is courage then what do we call a mother in a battered relationship, anxious to maintain that relationship because she intuitively knows a father is very important in the rearing of their children? Her choice to suffer mental and physical abuse, hidden from the children, is real courage. No adrenaline rush here. Just pure responsibility.

But why?

I started with the title “Păssĭm or Passion” – here I am using the Merriam Webster dictionary definition about păssĭm. Then, I spoke about the limit of my own creativity. The question men have to ask is that if it were not for the creativity of women, would a man even exist? For life is created by women and not by men. Men are the custodians of a life-form called sperm. But women have the internal capacity to induce birth from the chemistry that they are born with and are guardians of from birth, without the need of ‘sperm’. Men simply expedite the event.

In the creativity of life, men are Păssĭm whereas women are Passion. Passion stands for focus, determination and steadfastness. Man’s creativity is a passive unconcern for the welfare of living and life. Hence the mass killing, whether for commerce or pleasure, of each other and of non-human animals. Women, meanwhile, are motivated, moved and magnanimous in their desire to create and protect life.

Chivalry, gallantry, graciousness, politeness and good manners are some of the attributes that are meant to be automatic to Sikhs. Yet, Sikhs fail in most of these attributes. Men the world over need to consciously re-evaluate their existence in the scheme of creation.

You, as men, are born into a symmetry outside which you cannot exist. Why, then, do you abuse, destroy and de-create creation? I have just read a news item in which yet another ‘discovery’ has been made – that you use both sides of your brain for speech. Oh, wow. Well actually, this new discovery is progress from the decades old ‘discovery’ that one hemisphere of the brain was the speech centre. The item raised a wry smile in me, and I asked, how on earth does this help you as a man when, for whatever reason, you get into a needless argument with another driver about the right of way in European-centric countries?

Until peace has not become your personal mantra, and is input into every aspect of your life, what on earth is the point of ‘discovering’ that there is another planet out there identical to this planet? What, you want to poison that world as Europeans have poisoned this planet. No, it is not humans who have poisoned this planet. That accolade is entirely race European’s achievement.

Action in the form of male Europeans poisoning this planet is also passion, however it is a negative passion. I refuse to accept that race European women want to poison this planet. No, this accolade belongs only to the men of race European. It is they who have to clean up the poison that is strangling life on this planet. But greed as usual will get in the way.

I ask European men the following: what greed-based enthusiasm drives the maternal mothering instincts without which you as a man could not exist, let alone take birth?

European men, and men in general, do not need a lecture in advancing awareness to shame them into facing reality. All they need to do is study the basic principle of womanness.

Mirror the care, compassion and loyalty of the women who on a daily basis you interact with. For, it is women who are the actual teachers of inner awakening. No sod of a bloke sitting cross-legged atop a freezing mountain, his testicles having shriveled to the size of a pea, is going to mouth off a sacred mantra that will trip the light fantastic for you, and you alone, and sod the rest of humanity. Duck that nonsense, guys. Duck it.

Just value the women in your life, that’s all. Just value them.

In them lies true creativity.

And as for my out-of-focus, dodgy, black and white photography, guys, believe me, it is art, but maybe not as you would value it.

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.

Psychoanalysis

Ignorants’ paradise

Two females, one an orangutan, the other a female king cobra, are deep in conversation comparing notes on their newly acquired status as mothers, while taking long, adoring looks at their own creations. Yes, they created a new creation. A new life.

However, humans by comparison, like a rich man skilled in the arts of a butterfly, married to nostalgic humanism, believe that they alone experience paternalism: ah, self-analysis at the apex of egotistical arrogance.

Let me explain. Self-analysis is an over-inflated principle, enriched by invisible symbolic ghosts, lacking access to events in real-time, where truth laces through dreams or nightmares as a cocktail of an over-inflated wishful opinion of one’s own self-worth.

Now, into this heady mix let us throw the dice called immigration.

Yes, immigration.

A flux as old as time itself. Always invited by businesses and governments, yet seldom welcomed by people on the ground. Immigration, or migration, is a natural phenomenon exercised by all forms plant and animal life. The movement always has a purpose and its motivation is complex, but compelling.

Immigration to the United Kingdom falls neatly into the design and template set by nature.

The clash of two strange lifestyles’ customs and outlooks always begins with a claim of moral authority by both sides. Each is based on an internal vision of its own flamboyance, while viewing the other in negative and demeaning terms: a parallel treadmill refusing to merge, fearing dominance, conversion and loss of identity.

It’s an ideological explosion awaiting ignition.

Indian immigrants invited in desperation to fill the vacancies that the UK’s indigenous natives refused to take up, were amazed by the general view among these natives that they somehow were uncivilised, unsophisticated, ignorant and cowardly. The shock on the faces of the indigenous natives, when told about the many times an Indian solider single-handedly stood his ground in the face of overwhelming odds during inter-European wars.

The ideological fight for supremacy in the so-called second ‘world’ war (delusion of grandeur) was a European war in which we non-Europeans were begged to support, aid, assist, and die against an enemy who had never attacked our homeland or our lifestyle. The war was an inter-European argument and nothing more.

However, Indians, nurtured on calmness and on engaging gentle reflex responses to agitation, were considered cowards because their thought-process is embedded in the higher chakra of calmness, as opposed to the Anglo-Saxon emotional processor that is embedded in the lowest chakra of flight survival.

European psychoanalysis of the twentieth century is based on the race European’s low-chakra assessment of human emotional responses and reflections.

Thus, a flight-or-survival based effort at self-discovery will always fail in its psychoanalysis of bio-signatures not identical to its own racial and cultural norms.

A false paternalism based on a narrow bandwidth of morality will only give rise to odious pessimistic theory, celebrating the supremacy of a war mentality, entirely unaware that psychoanalysis of bio-signatures embedded at higher chakras is impossible, and that understanding the ideological, peaceful, flamboyance flowing from the higher chakra reference points cannot be understood.

People find it amazing each time I share the following: emotions change due not to experience but to the ongoing evolution of the bio-system itself. Evolution of a bio-system reconfigures communication receptors with the external world and along internal pathways simultaneously. This change called ‘ageing’ is the real reason for reappraising the world we interact with. The external receptors transmit and receive a constant stream of information. However, the internal pathways rearrange the information giving the impression of a ‘mature’ or ‘immature’ reactive response to a situation.

In reality, the internal pathways centered around the cultural/racial chakra release an electro-chemical agent adequate for the entire bio-system to behave within an acceptable pattern of behaviour for that chakra.

Globally, contemporary  psychoanalysts are tutored to parrot euro-centric methods that assume all humans are imprint of the race European. Herein lays abject ignorance of the fact that all humans are different racially, ancestrally, gender-wise and in their emotional heritage.

To dive off at a tangent for a moment: there is a massive knock awaiting the nonsensical belief in DNA as the solid bedrock of divine sobriety, complete in wit as a seer, with an impeccable memory which is used as a coherent cartography of tantalising unchallengeable fact. Not quite so, my dears, not quite so.

Reverting…

To take the example of the European residents of the United States who used to shout at the ‘Orientals’ for not speaking their minds, this just exemplifies the utterly nonsensical belief that current psychoanalysis is a valuable cross-cultural absolute science. It is neither a science, nor a wealth of collected studies of human internal mechanisms.

The animal kingdom, which includes humans, is not identical. Nor are we spiritually equal.

I have written in a previous post about the emotion of shame (Honour Killing) that carries far deeper, damaging, psychological change and pain than the idea that you are about to die. In the non-European world, death is understood and accepted as a change of one’s physical body. But an emotional social shame has to be endured for an entire memory (lifetime): this is the view from the higher chakra.

Now, compare this reality to one where shame is only a passing uncomfortable period of time, where death is an absolute end: this is the view from the lowest chakra. How on earth are the limited parameters designated by and defining the lowest chakra ever going to understand the pain of the higher chakra?

The orangutan and king cobra mothers share ‘motherhood’ only in the sense of the biological function they have undergone to create new life. Thereafter, their lifestyle parameters differ vastly. The mother of one will not be able to teach the child of the other effectively about survival.

The same ‘worlds-apart’ reality exists in the psychology of the races. Each race will have to organise its own investigation, study its own creed, and develop its own set of rules adequate to its own racial and cultural norms.

Humans have to realise that you cannot put the heart of a person of one race into the body of a person from a different race. Approach a motoring aficionado and that person’s blood vessels will threaten to rupture if you tell him that you are thinking of putting a diesel engine from a Nissan 4×4 into a Ferrari, or indeed just swapping over the gearboxes of the two cars. If it is so simple for a mechanic to appreciate that this cannot be done, then why, oh why, do you have a problem with the reality that cross-racial organ transplants cannot be done and will have dire consequences for the human race.

In the same vein, there does not exist just the one god. God is a multi-existence and has a different persona for each chakra-based race consciousness. Humans too are multi-faceted, thus, the different racial groups. Inter-breeding will not create the hybrid that I fear. To a lesser extent, the hybrid created by inter-racial organ donation and indeed by cross-racial blood transfusions will create another species within the human genome, and that new breed will have the upper hand and the capacity to finish off the current brood of humans totally. However, the real fear is the development of organs from stem cell technology. That technology will be the nail in the coffin as far as humans are concerned.

It will be the history of the Neanderthals all over again; all because Europeans will not stop their medical experiments or exporting their ignorance across the races.

Neanderthals were an extremely advanced, technologically capable species. They occupied this globe and the solar system in conjunction with their own hybrids. The Neanderthals were exporting their ‘masters of whatever we survey’ mentality in the same manner as the Europeans are doing. ‘Mastery’ over nature and the eco-system, along with interfering with natural selection, was their folly too. Wars were fought using technologies not yet ‘mastered’ by the race Europeans.

Prior to the Neanderthals another race chased the same folly resulting in planets in this solar system left barren. Thereafter, ignorant masters of cyber-technology destroyed each other. The hybrids created by the Neanderthals survived. Those hybrids are the Homo sapiens of today. Nature took a hand in the proceedings and punished the surviving Neanderthals. Time and the passing of age witnessed the loss of knowledge of ‘advanced technologies’.

We will begin the journey of self-destruction all over again if the Europeans do not take heed and rein in their thirst for commanding everything in sight. Cyber-technology is just around the corner and it will enslave humans once again. Hybrids will be created with the assistance of humans. And history will repeat itself all over again.

Racial psychoanalysis as opposed to racial profiling has the capacity to thwart the pattern of human enslavement by artificial intelligence. Artificial intelligence is neither artificial nor is it benign. It is a viable life-form, but here I urge the curtailment of this life-form, lest it unleashes a type of inhumanity that even the most inhumane humans could not contemplate. The understanding of inner awareness gained through racial psychoanalysis of, by, and within each race will map how inner awareness provides an understanding of the oft asked question about where organic being initially come from.

So, please, stop this trade in developing ever-advancing, self-repairing artificial intelligence. Instead, give support to other races to develop their own psychoanalytic tools, via which their own culture and emotional norms can be better understood. This will allow us to live in mutual respect of the eco-system and of each other, otherwise the new hybrids will finish us off.

Because, when the hybrids arrive, Om will be replaced by Oops as our mantra…once again.

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.

Social Responsibility

The Beveridge report recommended comprehensive health and rehabilitation services for the prevention and cure of disease. Additionally, consideration was to be paid to the destitute and vulnerable in society. These led to the establishment of a welfare system in the UK by 1948, which fairly copied Bismarck’s blueprint for reform in Germany.

Back in Emperor Ashoka’s time, Aryadesh (India) also laid down plans catering for the lowly and dispossessed. Its population had a moral responsibility to cook enough to share with those less fortunate themselves. To do otherwise was ethically evil, decreasing the collection of positive points that one could use to barter upon one’s death for a more financially, healthy, peaceful, meaningful and self-aware birth next time around.

If today’s western ‘modern’ mind considers such emotional bargaining for an improved future birth to be a load of claptrap, so be it. But there if we step back and examine the actual effects of the Aryadesh peoples moral and ethical responsibility towards the less advantaged, then it is clear that the whole exercise paid dividends. Scholars of Emperor Ashoka maintain that poverty and hunger did not exist in Aryadesh under his rule – a well-fed populace, they argue, suffered concomitantly fewer health concerns.

Why then, if the concept was so beneficial in practice, and the wider repercussions of a well-fed and healthy population able to work meant increased State revenues, did it cease soon after the end of Emperor Ashoka’ dynasty?

The answer lies in cycles. Life, like this planet and its creation, is cyclic. It has a heartbeat. Creation has a heartbeat. The sun has a heartbeat. Earth has a heartbeat. Everything in creation and nature has a heartbeat. That heartbeat is cyclic. But the heartbeat is not identical across all matter. Each heartbeat differs. Each beat of the drum creates a different vibration, and each vibration creates a different slipstream in its wake.

Everything modulates with the touch of each vibration, its resonance rippling out as it interacts with its surroundings. Like a domino effect, everything in creation changes. What it was, is not what it is now. And what it is now will change too under the sway of the forthcoming beat of the drum.

Vedic knowledge, or Hindu mythology, calls this drumbeat Shiva’s Dance. Many of you will have seen the bronze statue of Shiva dancing in Hindu Mandirs and the homes of devotees. Shiva’s Dance represents the heartbeat of creation. The silent aspect of the heartbeat details non-creation. Non-creation is not silent, however. The reverberation of the preceding heartbeat can still be ‘heard’.

Human affairs are cyclic in much the same way. Caring times follow uncaring times. Welfare follows warfare. Everything has its opposite. Duality. Creation and non-creation is duality at work. And in duality, bad walks hand in hand with good.

It is in forgetting this simple truth that humans foment trouble. The powerful manufacture wars in the arrogant belief that they will prevail. Of the many things that human history teaches us, one is that the powerful always instigate one war too many. That war is their downfall. They become the subjugated; while their formerly weak opponents, their formerly enslaved peoples and nations become the lord and master of global events.

The cycle never stops.

Another thing human history teaches us is that of the once-powerful, those who beguiled their citizens into caring for their fellow human and other animals while powerful are respected and looked up to for guidance and instruction after their downfall.

Aryadesh fell from power a long time ago. Its golden age is but a memory. Nevertheless the India of today is still revered globally for its dharmic, moral and ethical behaviour. This respect and reverence derives from the age of Emperor Ashoka and his law calling upon Aryadesh’s citizens to care in whatever way necessary for those less advantaged than themselves.

Again, the modern western mind from its wonderful position of privilege can assail all of this as claptrap. But without the advantage of the machines they have created to replace human work, would any other civilisation bother to consider the western lifestyle and life pattern worth as one worth emulating? No, it wouldn’t; because other than creating mechanical means to ease the human burden of labour, the western consciousness has added what to human consciousness? Precisely nothing.

Even the welfare system announced and set up in the middle of the last century, with the usual chest-puffed-out bulldog mentality of the English, is being broken apart. It was set up without the powers-that-be realising that they were extending a programme of welfare to a psychically ill people wrapped in negative consciousness, and that the system would end up eking out a miserable existence, defined by extending aid to a number of adults who’ve never worked a day in their lives in any income-generating, tax-paying activity though they are capable of doing so; or who do not consider it their duty to pay tax on their infrequent income. Not all of them, but a number of them.

The Coalition government of 2013 seems to want to cut off its nose to spite its face in dismantling the welfare system. It doesn’t realise it has a golden opportunity to sustain the welfare system, and to take care of rather than vilify the underprivileged. Its members and leaders instead believe that if they are able to create and accumulate untold wealth and riches, then every Joe Bloggs can achieve the same.

What the conservatives forget is that their wealth is founded on the cheap labour of non European peoples who don’t have a welfare system to give their workforce a dignified living standard or dignified existence.

I challenge the UK Conservative-led government to stop all welfare payments and government funding of the NHS with one stroke.

With this move, it will create an untouchable class so impoverished that its members will take any job going in order to feed itself, will work zero-hours with relish, will slave away in sweatshop environments for pittance – and it is on the hard labour of this new indigenous untouchable class, so long chided for being work-shy, that Conservative MPs’ wealth will derive.

The wholesale and immediate removal of the welfare state and of the NHS will also stop immigrants coming to these shores, as well as creating mass employment and rejuvenating the dying manufacturing industry – doing away with the need to import sweatshop-made goods from abroad, when these can so effectively be produced here at the same cost.

Somehow, I can’t see the Conservatives, however much they foam at the mouth about the degeneracy of the work-shy masses – who they conveniently forget are comprised of the indigenous and not immigrant masses – having the balls to go to such extremes

So, what’s the alternative?

Well, we in this country must encourage and bring to bear the Emperor Ashoka model of care and community – in which the well-off share their wealth openheartedly with the less well-off. Let’s position the Little Englander as a beacon of moral and ethical responsibility for other nations’ peoples to emulate.

Prestige, like honour, has to be earned. It cannot be manufactured out of fear for the repercussions of one’s actions. It has to be achieved through earnest goodness.

The question is: Is Conservative wealth ready to move on to the next level of advanced awareness, or will it perish like another bully who died unceremoniously and over whom no tears where shed?