Flames of Purification - Many Polarities

Two aspects, a never-ending cycle, cycles within cycles, aeons and aeons of time with Creator aspect in power, in majority, then, when the predestined limit of the exhalation of the universe, the consuming destrucction with the inhalation of the great dreamer, the creator of our universe known by many names: Shiva, Allah, Brahman, Vishnu, Yehowah, Azathoth; even the constant harmony of the universe has been prophesised to halt, everflowing as it is, and our dream existence shall be naught but memory.

 

 

What new dream shall our Creator place us in? Or shall we merely observe and influence, as mitochondria in a deity's body?

Perhaps the next universe shall again be created according to the image(s) and data the Grand Intelligence manifested, or perhaps a new, hitherto undreamt universe shall arise into existence, bringing with it previously unknown marvels and horrors that have yet to be dreamt into reality by our mind.

 

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I wrote these words after observing a ceremony. Billowing smoke plumed out of a building in front of me to the left as I walked. Peering into the building, various fires were lit on six inch stone...pagodas? While a main one, fuellled by leaves released most of the smoke.

Only men could be seen in the temple, and while my eyes stung from watching them, they fanned the smoke with a sash as they stood nearby, barefoot and robed. It occured to me, as I was no longer distracted by the sweat dripping off my face, that the ash and smoke would seal the pores somewhat from the humidity. I shall, as thousands of generations of people in India have done, and smear ash over my body, both for the above reason and as a reminder of keeping within one's body, whatever spirit still lingers in my depleting self, meditating on how to adjust the personal mistake of letting unwanted people and their suggestions into one side of one's being, and the seemingly unavoidable consequences of over-reliance on friends and family in the mind.

I let words affect both body and mind, before, and the physical and mental highs shall be countered with lows, as I understand it, once again in a cycle of a waveform, shouts and screams of agony and ecstasy, sobs and sighs, shocks and sleeps, strains and snugs, all experienced combinations of ingredients stored in Akashic Records to be reused, refined as chosen by one another's choosers with/against one.

As far as choosers have choice, everything emanating and absorbing? Introculating? In a cosmic, nay, universal breath of life...and death.

If Eliade, Nietzsche, et al. are correct, then the above current belief I have means that when we finitely (mote it be) relive this life again, there is potential for it to be both better and worse, to have different causes; to have many different effects to the current life's recieved ones. For if it were otherwise, be it good or evil, what possible things could an old soul learn as it revolves with the wheel, between states of the multpile polarities and associations formed like wires between nodes? If a life can not be perfected according to one's satisfaction, then what use are mistakes whose lessons are to be forgotten and repeated ceaselessly?

We must imagine Sisyphus as we imagine each other: Happy, sad, and in various other states. I speak from regret that I have not thought of my loved ones enough, that I have a great and terrible twilight ahead of me. My friends and family, toiled Sisyphus-like, more than I have, and I would wish them to be happier, while toiling and while not. Yet then the double edge of the blade of wishful prayer shows it's sharpness: If they become happier, it would seem that I am cursing them to be evetually brought sadder, or lower. It is tempting to conclude that through wishing my loved ones despair, trials, anguish, then they are granted eventual equal, if not greater awe and fascination, comfort and relaxation, and a joyful pleasure that would riva that which those who joined the Hashshashin 'endured'.

I believe everything that has happened to me is due to differing types of contributions from others, and I believe that this is true for everyone else as well. Even believing I and they are repaid in kind, I sit hesitant to perform the mental, physical and spiritual work to make that wish come true. I hasten to add, that I have not yet the courage to wish those negatives on my family and friends, certainly consciously, for if I am wrong the consequences would be untenable for continuation.

Worse still, I sit paralysed from uncertainty, yet while I am still on the path of learning, Lam and Lama both, I am worried my very words written down are those of dissolution, I will continue to try and do good for others, while my negativity should be limited to that which my ideal self would do, not that of peers, or the mob mentality.

I must put my physical form to more use, as of late my arms and back have ached while sat. Shooting, stabbing pains through my feet, and both my hands have been cramping,  like I have a case of the deadly boneitis. Looking for a manual project could be worthwhile.

Mentally I should be saying and doing what is Right, having been more of a Sinister persuasion then is good for others in the short term, and myself in the long term. Though it seems those I have wronged would be thanking me during my later suffering for such...mistakes.

Spiritually I will continue to learn and attain my perfect self - be it as it has struck me, how my dream dream-self is, compatibly with the true self Atman, simultaneously the no-self of all, the Anatman.

May 2023, Kochi, Kerala, India

Edit: Perhaps an end to toil for all would be a safer wish to bring for All of us.

Thoughts on Gaziantep and the Situation in Which it Finds Itself

Saw the beginnings of a protest against the 'terrorist' PKK (Kurdistan Workers' Party) last night (terrorist only quoted by me, seen as a fact by the Turks I have spoken to so far in Gaziantep), before being taken to one side by a group of plain clothes police (while the uniformed police stood on nearby with riot shields and rubber bullets).

Had a discussion with one of them who spoke near impeccable English, who stressed (to me) that Turkey is welcoming of all peoples, of whatever loctation and is helping over 2m refugees.

I replied that while Turkey is without doubt one of the countries with the highest number of Syrian refugees, a lot of people are angry about the displaced Kurds due to bombing campaigns that are targetting those fighting ISIL - these are widely believed to be of Turkish origin with America likely complicit.

I should stress that people openly think of the Kurds as people that they can live in peace with, though a lot of Turks have a strong sense of Nationalism that hasn't waned since the end of World War I and the decline of the Ottoman Empire, therefore resenting hugely any attempts to redefine Turkey's borders with other countries to grant the misplaced Kurds a country of their own.

Once again I am reminded that the label terrorist is generally used to refer to any opponent in an armed struggle, and the use of the term martyrs used by President Erdogan (ref. Turkey vows to 'wipe out' PKK rebels after bomb attack) is worrying as an identifier to the way their soldiers are seen and this seems to have drummed up support for a President currently campaigning to extend his term of office to uinlimited ala that of a dictator.

While the imprisoned leader of the PKK (an interesting sociologist/philosopher called Abdullah Öcalan ) has called from his island imprisonment for an end to violent conflict, as he now believes that the Kurds can achieve national recognition with the Turks through the democratic process, and that the violent uprising of the past is no longer neccesary. The police officer stated that while this is true of Öcalan, the current people in power of the party see things differently (to paraphrase).

Was then put in a car and escorted out of the area, left to walk around this beautiful city and take in the gardens and small plazas filled with people calmly talking while children played happily around a fountain.

This is a city that rivals many in Europe for it's infrastructure and is the first city in my travels that has WiFi installed on it's trams.

Spent the night on a deconstructed cardboard box in an alley (I have convinced myself I am Solid Snake should the need for stealth arise) while some of the refugees slept on blankets or boxes in a park. Felt guilty for envying a blanket.

This morning I walked past a refugee assistance centre and saw many queuing at 8am. Reading more about the Syrian Civil War and Turkey's position, there are reports that they are turning a blind eye to soldiers, weapons and antiquities being smuggled across the southern border, about 40-50km from here. There seems a heavy police presence (three police cars pulled up and asked me and a few other lads to leave the courtyard of a mosque) but I can't find any substantiation to the claims as of yet.

Going to an NGO office today to have a cuppa with the regional director and see what I can do to help them and Syria/Iraq.