Moonshine

All is Light.

The All Light is the means and the ends. There exists nothing else.

A Lifetime, is a quantum of the All Light.

A Lifetime is composed of two parts, Living and Dying. In Dying, Living is completed, thus constituting one Lifetime.

A Star, A Stone, An Amoebae, A Plant, An Animal, A Molecule, A Subatomic Particle, i.e. each entity is a Lifetime.

The legacy of a Lifetime, is the transmutation it causes in the continuum of the All Light. This is the only legacy and it is assured as well as obligatory to each Lifetime, there are no exceptions.

Each Lifetime has Actions, Actions that have Consequences. Consequences that seed further Actions.

All Lifetimes are bound by the All Light and hence, have to participate in this continuous dance of Actions and Consequences.

To the All Light, a Lifetime means nothing more and nothing less than what it is, i.e. a Lifetime.

To a Lifetime, all that matters is its own Perceptual Construct, thus bringing forth an Individual Universe.

A Lifetime, chooses its own Perceptual Construct, i.e. a Lifetime gives meaning to itself.

The meaning given to itself by a Lifetime evolves as it interacts with other Lifetimes, their Perceptual Constructs and Individual Universes and the varying levels of awareness each Lifetime has of the All Light.

Evolution is random not linear, i.e. Evolution does not imply Progress.

A Human Lifetime is unique, so it appears, in its ability to be able to consider itself Unbound to the All Light.

Due to its unwillingness to accept its place in the All Light, the Human Lifetime plays games that no one wins.

Accept, for there exists no other choice.

Love, for there exists no alternate, neither Action, nor Consequence.

All is Light.

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Arrive at your own conclusions, don’t jump, and do not forget to check your premises. This is my faith (for now), the faith of this Lifetime, yours is yours. This is where I find myself at almost 33 revolutions around the Sun. Life, I know not where she takes mi next. But something tells mi that I am just short of something. I am getting the heebie jeebies once more…

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NOTES:

Moonshine :: Moonshine, white lightning, mountain dew, hooch, and Tennessee white whiskey are terms used to describe high-proof distilled spirits, generally produced illicitly.

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GRATITUDE:

Lightening Bolt by Pearl Jam ~ Wiki

The Sandman by Neil Gaiman ~ Wiki

Lucifer by Mike Carey ~ Wiki

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There, posted, give mi a break now, please.

The Magic of Life

Today, he had been sitting there, peering into his universe, searching for an answer. Today, he had been sitting there wondering about his need to write, why do I need to write? But today the universe was not talking to him, he had reached an impasse. Something was forcing him out of his universe. Trying to find his focus, he stared at the shared reality around him.

It had grown cold in the last few days; he rubbed his hands, wondered if he should order for another coffee. He groped about his many pockets in search of the wily smokes; they always found a way of disappearing when needed the most. Just as he found the cigarettes and lighter, he saw the Russian.

The Russian, was trying to figure out the perfect angle, endeavoring to capture, a moment of perfect light at the dragon fountain, the dragon fountain from which flowed an unending stream of liquid light.

“Wait another hour, the light gets better.” He knew, he had spent the last few days sitting at the very same spot, looking at the light around him, trying to capture it in the words that he wrote.

The Russian looked at him, a look of utter incomprehension on his face. Oh, the Russian did not understand English, he thought to himself. Now, it was his turn to be at a loss, how do I explain him what I meant. Before he could start making crazy gestures, the Russian called out to her. He had not realized that the Russian was not alone. The Russian explained to his companion that the guy at the table was trying to say something in English which he obviously did not understand.

She looked at him and he repeated, “Wait for another hour, the light gets really good.”

“Aah!” She smiled and translated it to her companion. Now he understood, the Russian conveyed his impatience and proceeded to take the photographs.

He observed the Russians, his curiosity provoked, he sensed the moment growing, something was about to happen. The universe conspired and he lit up. The Russian having finished taking the photographs turned his attention to him and saw him smoking. Gestured towards him with his chin and asked her something.

She paused looking for the right words.  “Yes you can.” he said, offering one of his, such things don’t need words to be expressed, he thought to himself.

It made her uncomfortable, “Are you sure we can smoke, in this territory?”

The English was good but needed a little polishing, “Sure, I smoke here all the time.”

The Russian fished out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, took out a cigarette and quickly lit up.

One hand on the chair, she asked, “Can we sit here?”

“Sure.” he said, closing his notebook and capping his pen.

While they smoked, she tried to make small talk, “Are you a writer?”

It did not surprise him, a lot of people had been giving him that all knowing stare the past few days. But yes, she was the first to put words to their collective thoughts. “No. Not yet.”

She smiled, “So what do you write about, fantasy?”

It was a gorgeous smile. Involuntarily, smiling back he found himself somewhat distracted, he wondered if his smile was as gorgeous as hers. The words sank in, they surprised him, he tilted his head and wondered aloud, “Fantasy? No. I write about Life.”

She looked quizzically at the notebook, there on the cover was written, MAJIC, in bold blue ink. “Oh, that!” He replied without thinking, “Life, my friend, is full of Magic.”

Her grey-green Ural eyes lit up. She smiled, he smiled and this time he knew, it was gorgeous too. The Russian joined in as the smile spread around the table, such things needed no translations either, The Light of The Souls, reflected.

He thanked the universe, yes, I write for The Magic that I see in the world around mi.

Most Of Us Are Sometimes Blind

Most of the times, most of us cannot appreciate what we have when we already have it, only to repent when it is lost.

Sometimes, some of us do not learn to appreciate what we have even when we have lost it, untill someone comes along and pokes a finger in our eye.

Then there are those moments of complete darkness, when we do not appreciate what we have lost even when we are repeatedly poked in our eyes, for we are already blind.

Most of us are sometimes blinded at some or the other point in our lives due to a combination of Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride.

May there be light, now and forever, for one and all…

Oh by the way, which one’s Pink?

Pink Floyd has created some of the best music and have written some of the most thoughtful and poetic lyrics that I have been exposed to yet. But, I used to hate Pink Floyd and more than the band I used to despise the people who (apparently) blindly echoed their songs.

You ask why? Well, because, their songs forced mi to think and ask questions. Every time I heard them they implored mi to a call to arms, a call to arms to the lost cause of my comfortably numb mind. I was forced to take a long hard look at what I was running after, with each passing moment growing shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Was I becoming just another brick in the wall? When I looked into the mirror I saw the look in my eyes, like black holes in the sky and I reminisced of the time when I shone like a diamond. When I heard them, I could see what society was doing to itself, leading ourselves through pastures green, with bright knives we releaseth our own soul.

My soul asked mi where I was when it was being burnt and broken and I did not offer any answers, for to offer an excuse would have been akin to a confession of guilt but then so was my silence. And if there was one song that stood out and really raked my mind it was “Wish You Were Here“, I always heard it coming from my soul asking mi questions, imploring mi to change sides and come back to life.

I know and I have finally accepted that it is different for everyone and that is why the (apparently) above. But, I wish you were here.

I know I cannot possibly comprehend what it means to you but I also know that you cannot understand what it means to mi, after all we all live in our own universes. Though, I wish you were here.

The sad part is that we as a society have become completely intolerant towards each others universes and are unwilling to have a shared vision based on a little forethought, a little compassion, a little love and beer to fill in the gaps. How I wish you were here!

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

~ Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd from the album Wish You Were Here.

P.S. Thank you for the music Mr. Pink 😛

P.P.S. I have had a similar grudge with Bob Dylan and a couple of others 😉

The 6 Questions

Were you ever alive ?
Or were you dead all along…

Did you ever love?
Or were you too blinded by lust…

Did you ever think?
Or were you just another vegetable…

Did you ever question?
Or was it just a blank stare…

Did you ever dare?
Or were you just gaping at the pool below…

Did you ever fail?
Or were you comfortable in the wings…

The 6 Questions that you should have honest answers for…

Footprints In The Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,

“You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

~ Unknown

Absolution By Death

The warrior of light was taken over by the dark side and the dark side made fear to the warrior. So much so that the warrior of light was ready to give up and accept death voluntarily. In the last of his moments of dark despair, he reaches out to his master.

He said to his master,”Master, I can no longer fight the good fight. I am weary and tired. I have lost my way and I don’t see the light anymore. Master, I am sorry if I am letting you down but I wish to embrace death.”

The master merely smiled and looked intently into the eyes of is young and inexperienced padawan and asked,”Do you really want to give up the good fight? Do you really want to commit suicide?”

The apprentice could not bear the stare of his master, avoiding it, he bowed in guilt and barely managed a whisper,”Yes.” The master’s smile broadened, “So be it. Consider yourself dead!”

The apprentice looked up and was shocked to see the beaming face of his master. His despair grew, he thought, my master must think very lowly of mi. He has given up on mi. Ashamed and humiliated he turned to leave.

“Now, my padawan, live, as if you are dead! Since you are dead you cannot be afraid or ashamed or belittled. You cannot be imprisoned or tortured or silenced. And if light be your path, you cannot be defeated.” The master paused.

The disciple stopped and the master continued,”Take no heed of the thoughts of the world, think those of your own, and let those thoughts be guided by the light. Take no heed of the actions of the world, act of your own and let the will be of the light. Then, the consequences will be only those that are enlightened. My friend you are not merely dead today consider yourself reborn.”

The darkness that once engulfed him, he could not sense anymore. He did not turn. He walked, his steps growing surer. The master was happy for he could be of some service and he murmured as he reflected on the days past,”Thy will shall be done!”

P.S. Adapted from a story that was told to mi by a wise man.

Surrounded By Enemies

The battle rages thick and as in all battles there are a lot of losses. One platoon is clearly not doing so well. At nightfall they find themselves surrounded by enemies. After a tense night as day is about to break.

The Platoon Commander gathers his men for a talk, “Well, there is some good news and there is some bad news. First, I would like to give you the bad one. As you all know we are surrounded by enemies on all sides. Now, command tells mi that they are unable to send in reinforcements or supplies. God damn it, not even air support!” He takes a long pause and looks up to the heavens in supplication. A young rifleman stammers and stutters forcing the words out of his miserable existence,”Ssir… wha… what is the gogood news?”

The Platoon Commander looks them in their eyes, one by one, his sight penetrating their souls, his dour expression turning into one of devilish delight,”Boys, the good news is, now we can attack in any direction!”

Why Am I Here?

After much pondering I have come to conclude that the question that I am looking for an answer to is not “who am I?” but a “why am I here?”

In my mind the answer to why am I here is what would lead to a series of actions which would in turn define who I am. Let mi try to explain how I arrived at this revelation.

At first I tried to find an answer to “who am I”. I know it is a little clichéd but Spiderman said Spiderman and Capt. jack Sparrow said Capt. Jack Sparrow.

But should then I attempt to ask “who is Spiderman?” the answer would be an idea. To be more descriptive a person / character that represents an idea through certain actions and activities which the person / character carries out based on certain beliefs and values.

The answer to who am I, in my opinion is, I am that I am. I am that idea of mi that is based on what I do and what I believe in. Which if you are motivated strongly enough would be the same, otherwise, I am sorry to say you would soon be in need of therapy.

The beauty of it is that the answers given to the questions, what I believe in and what I do as per those beliefs are different for everyone and it is not possible to have the same answer to this question for two people.

At the same time there lies an irony in this phenomenon, all people want and in ways need that there be a thread of similarity in what we believe in and what we do on the basis of those beliefs. Otherwise it would simply be impossible to maintain a civil society.

In due the due course of time there will be corrections in your chosen trajectory as you pass through the mêlée of life. I also suspect in the end one will realize that it was never really a mêlée more like a void that appeared like a mêlée because of ones own confusion.

I see that I am rambling again. So coming back to my point. The question that needs to be asked is what am I to do with the time that I have? And why do I think that such and such is what I should really be doing?

Why am I here?

Perception

A few days back I felt like talking about my perception of the world around mi. Since I didn’t have anybody around I decided to talk to Bob (Bob is a very good friend of mine and a very good listener, also probably Bob is the only person who likes to talk about such stuff). I asked him how was life laying it out for him to play it out he replies same old. This is like a code between us since we saw the movie “Starsky And Hutch”. He asks mi how am I doing and I say not bad. Then before I forget whut I wanted to talk about I tell him that today I wanted to talk about my perception of the world around mi. Very brusquely he tells mi to stop bugging him and lookup the word perception in the dictionary first. I thought it was very rude of him to behave with mi in this fashion but Bob is a very intelligent person and I value his advise very highly so I did whut he told mi to. I looked up (the word) “perception” in the dictionary.

perception – n. 1 the act of perceiving: His perception of the change came in a flash. SYN: insight, apprehension, discernment, comprehension. 2 the power of perceiving: a keen perception. Defect in manners is usually the defect of fine perceptions (Emerson). 3 understanding that is the result of perceiving; percept: He had a clear perception of what was wrong and soon fixed it. 4 Psychology. The study of the complex process by which complex patterns of environmental energies become known as objects, events, people, and other aspects of the world.
Ref. The World Book Dictionary 1994

The dictionary guided mi from (the word) “perception”, to (the word) “perceive” to (the word) “see” through many versions of (the word) see like “see after”, “see into”, … during which I started to think about “C” the programming language, then “C++” and “C#” and then I remembered Mr. Balaguruswamy who has written some great books on learning “C” and “C++” among others and the fact that “C#” is a part of “.NET” which is made by “Microsoft” and taught to mi by Mr. A. Khadiye and that “Microsoft” has made “IE” which doesn’t render my blog “www.sublogs.blogspot.com” properly as compared to “FireFox” because of something called CSS and so on till I was guided by the dictionary to (the word) “observe” the word made mi observe what I was doing i.e. my chain of thoughts.

And I started thinking. Now let mi tell you “thinking” (suddenly I feel like looking up all words in the dictionary) is the one thing I really love doing, as you might have realized by now. People often say that I think too much. I think that everybody thinks, whut differs is whut we think about. Also often people are not consciously aware that they are thinking.

Well, I started thinking about the content of my chain of thoughts. Computer languages, teachers of computer languages, Microsoft, my blog, FireFox and finally more computer stuff. Well this is whut my world is made up of…

P.S. This article started out a year back… and I am nowhere near the end of it…