New Beginning

He used to sit across the street, right across one bent and out of shape wooden door. He constantly kept staring at it. He looked like completely hypnotised person, as he kept staring at the door day and night. He gave an impression that was expecting someone to make an entry. At any time, someone to come out from his past and share his present, someone to dilute his sadness and loneliness.

On the outside though, there was a constant flow of people passing by, some were even stepping on or over his torn robes and yet nobody apologised or made contact with him. He stayed absolutely ignored.

I was intrigued to stand behind him just to see if at all he will move or even walk away. I desperately tried to understand why he sits here, motionless and breathless. I also wanted to know the connection between him and these doors, which once were straight, and beautiful. I wish i was able to understand what was so mystical about this place.

One morning, I gathered my courage and tapped on his shoulder. He did not seem to be disturbed, neither distructed by my voice. My curiosity was stronger then my pride. Without any reservation, I asked:

– What is it so special about these doors that make you spend your days staring at them?

Surprisingly, he did not move, neither he showed any interest to look into my eyes. He kept staring in front.

Eventually, as I was leaving, I heard him saying:

…A warped door. Some exits have no knob on the other side: move on and don’t go back: it’s futile: all you will find there is splinters…

In time, we all learn that life is complex network of paths, which in no doubt can be challenging, especially at a time when we are most sure of ourselves. Even as if we concously try to avoid, we become trapped in our awkward old ways of thinking. Slowly, we become weaker and on the verge of giving up, forgiving…then something comes our way…like a thunder lightning that strikes without mercy:

…”A warped door. Some exits have no knob on the other side: move on and don’t go back: it’s futile: all you will find there is splinters”…

Credits to Kirby. It came when most needed…M

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Dragon’s breath

What is it that creates doubt in my mind that people who I thought are caring, dear and loving, now project different messages around them? Suddenly, their thoughts are becoming sharp and hurting and their words are bringing pain and sorrow. Is it me, have I changed? Maybe now I can see the truth being spoken through different language. Has something happened to me that has increased my intuition and instinct to protect my being and my loved one? Am I becoming paranoid that they grow intention to hurt me, to feed from my source until the last drop of it is left inside me. How long will they be feeding of me? Will this action be endless and painful?

What’s more fascinating is the fact that these people, called vulchers like the scavenging birds, can only see my first layer of my being; my physical body, called Annamaya kosha. This layer is made of matter, created by the type of foods I eat. It manifests my physical appearance, colour of my cheeks, the length of my smile and any tiny wrinkles present on my face. This layer creates a veil over other layers underneath and gives illusion of who I really am. Underneath, there are four other layers much more subtle and very specific to each individual; energy layer, called prannamaya kosha, which represents subtle movement and expansion of the being. It can stretch far more then the physical body and it can be seen in different colours glowing around the body. Next, the mind, or mental layer, which is depicted by the formation of our thoughts, emotions and influence of senses. Next below is the layer of the ego, vigyanamaya, and last, most internal is the layer of bliss, anandamaya kosha. These vulchers of people do not have a capacity to experience and feel the vibration of these internal koshas. Simply because their mind is wired up to get connected to what their eyes can see. Unfortunately they are never able to develop that internal sensor for discovering the beauty of other beings.

What other people can’t see also is underneath my 5 layers, sleeps one beautiful Dragon. This Dragon is so soft and cuddly and he occupies the most pure form of life. It is part of me that I love the most. With each breath he nourishes my trueself, creating peace and contentment. It can become bigger with every gratitude I give and every kind word I receive. It is my source of creativity and inspiration, intuition and love. Although, he can be asleep for decades his powers are occurring each and every day. Totally harmless he rests coiled up comfortably inside my being, fed by the Shiva-Shakti love-energies and always prepared to be awaken when needed. In fact, he knows when is the right time to wake up. He can sense my energy levels and the health of my heart and he acts accordingly. Each time I require more energy he sends some through my nadis, activating the energy centres, directing the flow to that place, where it is needed the most. If a place is broken will be repaired and healed in no time, and if hurt, it will be nurtured and nourished until it becomes reinvigorated. The cycle of creation and distraction is supported by his unconditional love, that radiates from his being.

However, when harmful ‘guests’ are detected and negative trail of thoughts or energies are sensed, in order to protect, my Dragon turns his breath into an ocean of fire, burning everything and anything on the way. He can be very rude and ruthless, powerful and deeply uncomfortable. His energies can create heat, which can cause tremendous damage and emotional scars to those who managed to provoke him.

Once these powerful energies have been evoked, he coils back inside, resting peacefully and connecting back to the source. And I? I become a different person altogether. The Dragon has changed my thoughts, my perception and communication with others. I start to exist at a level of higher energy, reaching to a higher vibration, followed by emotions more complex then ever before…M