this i-ness never not perceived instantaneously never not abandoned instantaneously. it can easily be thickened, it can easily be prickly prickling, it can easily be extremely intimate and it reveals unwavering illumination inliving with it's inherent awareness. in this state of "i-ness" swelling radiantly the scriptures lose their very throne. they become small adenoids but used as instruments likewise tools for specific memories for revelation of intensity in some state, given by sovereign illumination of parābhairava. this very sovereign "will" illuminated as light in aloneness is the only source of all worlds, it is self-luminous and self-reflective but brutally aware and unquestionably true. is there anyway to demand anything like proof while you stand neck-deep inside the forcefully waving currents of gaṅga? only the apara state of mind asks water bottle here.
centrism is contradictory for the obvious reason that zero is contradictory in universal view because what appears empty is also movement of chit-śakti (conscious energy). there is never not zero without consciousness, and never not position without discourse [self-awareness]. the one claiming to be impartial is denying oneself as dynamic being.
trikāśāsana speaks all systems and every being is already making a choice.
here is never not such thing as "just a witness." the light [pure radiance] never not existing without any doctrines [self-knowledge]. those who say "i am only watching" are deceiving themselves, because watching is also hesitation or maybe deception upon others.
wherein consciousness rests, it affirms it, it is participating in it. what it excludes, it denies.
for example your eyes are not impartial they are directed consciousness. any movement of your is not impartial, it is frozen desire.
let's say "i am not choosing" is allowing lowest quality to be chosen and that quality serves inertia, habit, and power. when power is not consciously accepted, it moves blindly. oder is the recognition of power. every expression has order.
order = priority.
priority = value.
you can never preserve freedom and security together without deciding which breaks first. you cannot keep speed and truth together without sacrificing one.
"balance/harmony" is booby trap and is often a poetic name for hidden hierarchy.
trikāśāsana speaks of power manifests through tattva-s and the order of manifestation determines the form of the world. there is no universe without any bias, because bias is actually the direction of power.
see how machines do not think. they implement desire just not their own. an "impartial" booby trap is one that has not been examined. a law that claims objectivity also cuts bodies unequally.
a search engine that claims impartiality also crowns one truth king and buries another. if desire power is unconscious, action power becomes cruel. rejec… Read in full →
the supremacy of nearness is an entirety of existence, it's an obvious knowing that even the small one who is of mind curled up in unconscious, choose to become absorbed for the proof against him unknowingly; even though simple air carrying his fragrance. but he only offers his solutions to her, never not out of doubt, but the edge of his sharp clarity that leaves nothing and no elseway.
the bodiless and all the supreme śaivayogiṅ remains bowed down in the feets with his palms like beggar! hence oh mistress! she reveals the secret from her womb about the state of one's own essential nature beyond any form! it is very subtle and established by her by the oral-transmission and it's brought out by the melāpa!
let's talk about karma-mala before getting into anything he reflects here!
we called it karma-mala because we observed that this three-fold world is not a frozen in reality, it moves and it moves by a spontaneous force in an un-bothered magnitude in all directions. in that rhythm there happens friction between this spontaneity [a +speed force] and its opposite slow like turtles paws [a -speed force]. it is collectively called a contracted energetic field of pulsation within the field of individual being or a mental vail construct that is unconscious. this is inert consciousness found in all things in this happening of life in all 3 levels of individual being, 36 elements and non-being upto all pramātā-s till 118 worlds. all 3 levels made of these 36 elements, within the categories of these elements are limitations with the individual beings.
they are all limitations kind of mechanical tendencies that begins to run even before division in "i" sprouts frozen. these are all old choices, old patterns, denials and contractions. they don't remain in time for time is fragmented awareness. they don't count even psychological but they're automatic. not because of unconsciousness but they're even before time. this only automatic upon descending order of by herself.
this was never a dull thought, for thought an after effect of it. it's process of being visible after concealment or contraction, that the individual consciousness folding on itself. it’s like becoming tiny in intensity of experience. repercussions are rejection, anger, sorrow, self-pity, sense of injustice are these only names given to after effect of it. the actual event is more nakedly observed, is brutally ruthlessness agreeing to become smaller than real self in consciousness. the body is of it, because body is symbolic, it does not lie. it never interpret. as soon as it catches, the force contracts and body knows that in identity anyway. here these signs are shrinking and striking into limitation or curling inward. just makin oneself small and not able to connect universal consciousness and even also becoming separate from what reality is as it is. this never not psychology; it's direct evidence of karma-mala activating. the urge of past karma-s to conceal itself. i like the way it conceals but that's not the point to tell you here.
completeness knows without any effort; without looking anything; acts without doing. it is spontaneously encompassing everything both polarities and stands in his own beyond all of it pants.
this is a miracle to observe this nature, it is astonishing that the no effort leads to recognition. its the most basic simple thing, that the grass does not move or doesn't try to grow itself, it just grows without any effort. this is natural state. it's just as natural for the sun to shine. any person to manifest their dreams into physical reality easily and zero doing.
what everyone usually call "miracle" is actually an expression of consciousness herself in her own sovereignty. she wills to shine forth in her own brutal awareness.
this recognition occurs in the individual when their actions are not motivated by anything but only love that the individual feels for themselves, because nature runs on the energy of this unparalleled undifferentiated mirror, it mimics spontaneity if observed in one's awareness.
whenever you strive for power and control over others, you waste this natural energy. when you seek power solely for personal gain, you block the flow of energy to yourself and hinder the manifestation of nature's wisdom that which is spontaneity.
you waste your energy chasing the illusion of happiness instead of enjoying blissfulness in the present moment. it's the intellect design to grab any comfort that ego can seek your attention, and paying attention to the whimsy puke of the ego drains a huge amount of energy.
but when your inner awareness becomes the unbreakable will, your individual actions are motivated by love that you feel for yourself and no energy is wasted instead it's shared. so this energy multiplies, and the excess energy can be directed to healing others.
just accept people, situations, and events as they are now, not as you would like them to be in your independent dreams. this moment is exactly as it should be, because the entire universe was… Read in full →
this is so simple understanding to recognition.
the super-mind of nature unfolds spontaneously, everything you need or desire along the path of recognition and without resistance. you can also live this way.
this is combination of acceptance, responsibility, and the absence of defensive reactions, this way life begins to flow easily and naturally. now the dreams and desires begin to coincide with the desires of nature itself.
you can now let go of your intentions without attachment, trusting that they will manifest at the right time!!!
just accept people, circumstances, and events as they are in this moment. when faced with any challenge, remind yourself, this moment is exactly as it should be, because the entire universe is forming it as it should be.
take responsibility for your situation without judgment or blaming anything or anyone, including yourself. every problem is an opportunity to accept this moment and transform it into something more valuable.
drop the need to defend your point of view. in a state of defenselessness, you remain open to all points of views without rigidly clinging to any of them. that is universal point of view of observation. this is enough talk for this moment.
i love y'all! 🤩
rose, oh, i dore her seduction and brutal fragrance, she even cuts so so deep and she doesn’t apologize for blood she drawn.
on the other hand lotus is soft. rises from filthiest muds like silent rebellion, gently whispers healing while her world rots beneath her roots.
both are honest in their nature.
one shall seduce you into total surrender. other one shall purify you until nothing left to hide.
she don't care how she wakes up?, anyway she does.
so this was really intense one and i didn't notice it before, while she staring at you, this isn't kālī that stares at you while you contemplate upon her in your naked aloneness, although she is recognizing herself that is you. it's like looking at mirror 🪩!!!
what i mean by that is, she is not some raged blood thirsty goddess out there she's your own mirror, your own citī or reflective awareness, she is your raw self, self-aware brutally independent awareness that creates and devours this limited 'i' and the pure 'i' experience.
she licks the darkness, the perceptions of separation and duality. at the same time she swallows prakāśa and vimarśa into herself. the purest brutal awareness that it becomes everything or anything. this is same state of pratyabhijñā [recognition] like in there you are so full in your own terrible void that you appear empty in your own fullness.
she watching herself not in the moments but beyond the contrary constructs of time and space, pure awareness enjoying herself, and she turns herself inward.
the expansion of bloody red tongue dripping the red-blood upon her own crown, spilling movement-less stillness of consciousness, erupting into experience of expended creation.
the mantra behind her gorgeous darkest hairs is parāvāk, recognizing the gross reality in sound form. everything is made of vaikhari vāk (sound). the jewelry set and the ornaments she wearing are like the creative energy on awareness. she creates "her own self" from "her own self" in "her own self," just to taste and lick herself again and again. thus you get the "underworld" metaphor for creating "self" in "self" from "self."
you gaze once, and you dissolve. you're the alone in everywhere and everything in this now, the recognition is never lost, if it did, then you do it again and again and again. it's fun to enjoy your own self in your own self from your own self.
bas! this is enough..! ☠️
the blissfulness of her spear pierces the soul of the observer who feels she is in ecstasy. then he too swiftly becomes one with her glory. in this way the whole world is enjoying the bliss of her true nature.
multiplicity remains. there is an endless array of distinct, separate forms that "i" can still perceive and differentiate and all these differences together constitute a single whole—precisely because that whole is what contains the many. that's why you're actually choosing from many.
i am not "canceled differentiation" but i am the power in which all choices precisely manifests freely as many as endless possibilities, without becoming separate is my mysterious ultimate reality. i am neither choicelessness nor neutral absencelessness. i am the union in which your all differentiatedness of choiceness precisely manifests freely.
this is my love 🥇
there is no fucking fixing in this love of mine coz perhaps nothing here was ever or will be broken anyway.
what moves through me is not the tenderness of softness me and your soft hands in mine...
it is my survival instinct in my devotion. i'm sorry this is not my gentness searching for your soft warmth and nourishment.
not even my gentle smile, not also a kiss upon your glorious forehead under beneath the quiet full moon.
my love does not know how to be soothe; it is pure wonder of darkness; pure spotlessness; pure skeleton-less-ness; pure awareness.
my love is dive into a terrible void and full of drill.
it enters inside your places that you hide & breaks open what you thought that you had buried underneath and keeps digging deepest until there is nowhere separateness left...
for the anything that is false self to hide. i don't want or never want to hurt you. i don't want or never wanted to make you carry this weight alone of everything that burns inside when we aren't two.
perhaps that's the most intimate and cruelest recognition.
so you don't deserve this kind of love that which has forgotten how to be gentle and tender.
because i love you too much so to the point that to call my destruction of myself like gift or boon upon you.
so please forgive me my darling; if my drilling love sometimes looks like romanticized pain; terrible voidless-void of silence; and the most intimate sacredness of fire; or my hands letting go each moment.
perhaps this is not that type of love that may hold you softly. perhaps this is that type of love that refuses to imprison you inside my sovereignty what i cannot still heal.
so i love you enough and extremely that i do not wish my kind of love upon you at all.
in this modern age of information overlords & warfare, the "independent" thought can still be perceived but without any "one-pointedness" of awareness & attention; it may actually never develop into its full possibility and potency. "individuality" is simply the "capacity" to perceive; create; & express something "creativeness" of "uniqueness" which is therefore something profound form of "resilience." this "individuality" should not be "mis-recognized" as some sorta "separation" from myself but the brutal "independent" expression of her sovereignty. it's simply her expression in continuous hide and seek play of me & her of us in revelation of the new possibilities through particular beings; which is simply wonders of me & her play of our secretly truest intimacy.
an innocent child whenever he forgets his svātantrya his icchā feels like a demand. when his awareness contracts, love can become appropriation and it mis-recognizes itself appearing as a threat. in this way compassion can become coercion while still wearing a mask of devotion.