On God

Posted January 21, 2009 by mystiqueazure
Categories: Musings

You know who I would call an atheist? -  Any idiot who tries to oppose liberated thinking.

My god is liberated.

He believes in magic, friends, love, sex, childishness, little human faults and great strengths… he swears when he’s miffed about something and skips around when he’s happy. He’s pretty humorous too, got a good sense of humor.

It’s true. God created everything. And he holds everything together. He doesn’t control anything. He cannot and will not interfere with anything. He is an energy that we have still not realized. Everything is possible. Knowing the past, present, future… you can get inside the mind of a centipede and feel its pain, you can be light as air or heavy as a rock, you can travel through light years and go to different worlds. There are thousands of lives and multiple dimensions. It’s all right there, in front of us.

But we have still not realized god.

We still seek him in mundane things. Ganesh, Hanuman, Vishnu, Shiv, Laxmi and other crores of symbols are just simply that – symbols. Undoubtedly symbols of faith and thus revered accordingly. But they are merely symbols. Something as vast, as great and as universal as god cannot be contained in them. But they are representations by an ancient culture, which perhaps had no other means of depicting a force as powerful and as varied, in a human plane discernable to all beings.

You think your dog doesn’t have god in him?… you think the trees in my garden and the rocks don’t have god?…

Today we know of infinitely small forces like the atomic forces and genes. In a few thousands of years we will even begin to realize the vast force holding the universe together, holding us all together in one consciousness. The force called god.

It’s a science. It’s as simple as that, an undiscovered science. It doesn’t cause hurricanes, or derails trains, or cause diseases, or control any events. Nor can it stop or change anything. We cause most things. And we are cowards, who don’t want to accept the responsibility for our actions. So we go sniveling to temples, cheating astrologers and carry out superstitious rituals to withhold responsibilities for our actions and dump it on a ‘god’. You see, it’s easier that way.

God doesn’t break hearts. We do.

It’s true, the power of thoughts and the consequences of our actions. And it’s not a complicated science that. It’s just plain common sense.

Common sense that ultimately what we do will reap our benefits and that a person who goes around hurting people or wishing ill for others will not be very happy.

We don’t need a god to understand that. A 5 year old can understand that.

One day they’ll make a god out of Gandhi too. Or maybe Amitabh Bacchan. We love making gods. We love when statues of Mary cry tears of blood, when stone idols drink milk, when mangoes in the shape of Ganesh are found and when Christ appears on a mug of good beer.

Man will kill man, nature will kill man, sorrow will be there, horrors will be there, pollution, poverty, friends betraying friends, war, famine, lies, and rapes… it will all be there.

What we call as unnatural…is in reality nature. This is nature, or rather a part of it – the nature of man, beasts, the world and the universe. Cannibalism, sadism, depression it’s all nature.

All that we can do is to do. Do. And never stop doing. We are a force too. And the force called god is that which keeps us all tied together, throughout the universe, as the particles in matter and the atomic particles.

Who wants to see god in old boring rain, or the smell of the wet earth, or the sound and smell and sensations of things?

Do you?

Do you see god in a good glass of grey goose vodka, or a good strong pull of weed, or in a mug of hot coffee or in a few special moments of life?

I do.

After all if we want to reduce god to mundane things, might as well they be pleasurable mundane things.

Twisted you’ll call me and depraved. But I see god in the most deplorable things and the most deplorable beings.

In orgies and so called sins – greed, sloth, jealousy, anger – and yet shallow temples leave me empty.

The power of belief is strong.

When that belief is combined with every consciousness in existence it becomes divine.

It becomes god, you become god… every being on this planet from the most cold blooded murderer to the pettiest of thieves has the power to be ‘god’

It’s a choice you make… like the yogis who chose to use more than 5% of their brain power because they realized the potential of their minds.

Similarly when the potential of this energy is realized too… each being and entity will then know that they are all god… and god is them… it’s all one and the same

And then nothing matters

For then you realize that everything is transitory, in passing….

Unfortunately shallow people use that as an excuse to sit back and not do anything and dump their cares on the ancient, symbolic representations of the force called god.

We’re all a part of one universal energy… ultimately… but most of us through history have not realized that… the few that have – have claimed to know ‘god’.

There will be a time when we will be able to feel, experiment, calculate and formulate this energy… and then a lot of nonsense will maybe make some sense…

Till then what are we pretending to understand and control? How can you control something that you know not?

Can the wind stop itself from blowing? Can a force stop or control its effects once its set in motion?… no. then how can you expect the energy called ‘god’ to change anything or influence things in your life?…

I am a person of belief…Not a person of religious belief.

I don’t bow down to misrepresentations of god. But I respect people’s beliefs as long as they’re good, healthy beliefs. Blind, superstitious, religious rituals I cannot accept. And I will always question and challenge them.

That is what my god has taught me.

Show me one religion which has not starved children or killed its fellow man for harboring different faiths and I will accept that they know ‘god’.

Is it your religion where artists and free thinkers have been poisoned or killed…

They made a pyre and Savonarola the priest burnt all the books and art of many artists which the church believed was against ‘god’. They burnt valuable books! Is that your religion…? They burnt women alive at stakes and called them witches, practicing magic against good people of religion.

Or is it your religion to make a society where homosexuality is a crime?

Or where sexuality is a dirty subject? And pleasures are touted as sins?…. where children are taught fear or worse intolerance…?

I don’t understand your religion… or any religion… but I know my god… and he’s not confined to being neither in stone or paint, nor in scriptures written by mistaken human hands, nor in rituals or threads or coconuts or nauseating places or blind beliefs…

You choose to see your god where the world points you to see him… where one and all look and believe there you look and believe…

I choose to see him where I feel him… and I feel him in me… and in the cat in my garden trying to eat the bushes… or the li’l baby lizard trying to crawl up my desk… and in the clouds in the sky and my stupid friends and my crazy family… 

No temple in the world can invoke that feeling in me…

J.K. Rowling says in Harry Potter that –

‘there is a room in the department of mysteries, that is kept locked at all times, for it contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the force of nature, and is the most mysterious of all forces.  It is the power held within that room which you posses in such quantities…’

She means to talk of love… love and god it’s the same force… it’s a force.

I think that she, the writer of children’s fairytales has realized ‘god’ in a way that no religious or spiritual leader in the world today has.

 I am my own god. And a lot of people would call me mad and blasphemous for believing in that.

But we are all our own gods and devils. We make our choices and we have that force in us. There is nobody or nothing else that controls or can help us. Only we can help ourselves. And when we help ourselves the force builds and creates a motion that can generate certain results. It’s not some divine entity. It’s us. And how sensitive and in accord we are with everything and every life around us.

We create our own heavens and our own hells. And everyday we make some new ones and destroy the old ones. That’s life. And that’s our multidimensional worlds. One day we will be able to make a tangential science out of it as Newton did with an apple that fell on his head. But first we need to stop pretending that we already understand it through all these petty, half baked means and to really seek for the truth…..

 Of course we each have our own individual way of arriving at the truth… that’s the beauty of it… it’s so vast and so varying and so varied that there is no one answer… the ultimate truth and the logic remains the same… the means of arriving at it differ from each person to person – a lot like a man’s unique fingerprints.

 

 

You know that song by John Lennon – ‘Imagine’?

 

Imagine there’s no heaven

It’s easy if you try

No hell bellow us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today

 

Imagine there’s no country

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace.

 

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will live as one. 

 

 

To The Slimy One

Posted February 10, 2009 by mystiqueazure
Categories: poetry

Perhaps you think it’s so very funny,

To ooze all over with your slimy tongue,

To speak with words dripping of honey,

To caress with songs dissonantly sung.

 

Perhaps you think you’re oh so clever,

To twist around my miserable head,

To fool me once and fool me forever,

To jumble the notes, once so visibly read.

 

Perhaps you think you’re the master of the game,

To make all your moves with such a silken grace,

To warp over your logic and gloss over your name,

To hide such darkness, within a whitened face.

 

Perhaps you think me the eternal fool,

To lap up your lies and dance to your tunes,

To entangle myself in your deceptive spool,

To, ensnare my senses with your toxic fumes.

 

Perhaps you think it’s a conqueror’s quest,

To find a damsel in such perilous distress,

To slime her over with your charming best,

To con her such that your deceit she attests.

 

Perhaps you think I shall never awaken,

To open my eyes from this listless slumber,

To find your truth amidst false fabrication,

To strengthen my soul, thus draw asunder.

 

Perhaps your slime has purged me of idiocy,

To discern your mind and it’s knotted pattern,

To discard your speeches in tones so saucy,

To redeem myself from this shadowed slattern.

 

Perhaps I should be forever so grateful,

To escape your sticky and intoxicating web,

To memorize your moves and know them so well,

To await a time when, your slime shall finally ebb.

Today

Posted January 21, 2009 by mystiqueazure
Categories: poetry

it started at 10:15; today-

it was bleak as any other day

the scales moved neither way

and the hair stayed frizzled as hay

 

mirror mirror on the wall

with that image,

why do u not fall?

oh weary, puffed out, overslept eyes

how dreary and unchecked are the exasperated sighs.

 

same overheated tea and times

cold mornings commit such hideous crimes

into the sheets again go curl

last evening’s meal the intestines hurl

 

layers of fat and oiled up face

few guesses its not a mornings grace

baggy, worn out, deshaped clothes

nothing shapely this figure holds

 

tired of every mornings fight

me, my body and this unworthy sight

a funny gods joke, this daily plight

thus the day wears out and i welcome tonight.