Much has happened in the last 24 hours...many lessons to be learned and distilled...one never graduates - alive.
I don't wish to sound macabre or morbid but really, I mean REALLY, the only guarantee you can extract from life is that you are going to die - one day, sooner, later...you have no control over that...none whatsoever. Whatever illusions of control you may harbor, are just illusions - your own way to overcome the fear of the Unknown...
In my opinion, how one lives determines to a great extent how one dies - not so much as in the cause of death - and as we say in Arabic - the causes are many but Death is One. But more in the legacy one leaves behind. What kind of legacy do you want to leave behind ?
I believe that pondering about Death, and our ultimate physical finiteness must be made compulsory, a part of some educational syllabus. I am not joking. Am damn serious about that. I frankly don't understand how come the only thing one is sure about to happen is given so little attention...
I think of the Prophet's saying - Prepare for your death as if you will die tomorrow and live your life as if you have eternity.
Very profound saying if you think about it deeply...
Life here on a earth is a transit place - a bit like an airport hall where you sit and wait to change planes... We are all transit passengers...ALL OF US are transit Passengers.
Life on Earth is temporal and ephemeral. No matter who you are, what you are, what you own, where you've been, what you've experienced ---you are still a transit passenger.
Whether one believes in Life after Death or not is also immaterial at this stage - what is not immaterial is the transient nature of all things, including you.
That you, that big you, that -- I, me and myself...that too will go.
In Islam, we have no coffins - when someone dies he/she is washed and shrouded in a white piece of cloth, he/she comes naked and goes naked...
The first thing one does when a baby is born is to cover him/her in something, the last thing one does when that same person goes is to cover him/her with something...That's about it...
Imagine all your so called accomplishments, achievements, theories, ideas, acts, deeds, discoveries - everything you did, everything you sought, everything you thought, everything you felt -- stops. It just stops and they cover you, shed some tears and off you go...back to the belly of the Earth from which you were initially made....ashes, dust, clay...whatever you call it -- you're it.
The only people who will remember you, are the ones who got attached to you. They may have been positively or negatively attached. They could have been attached through love or through hate. You in most likelihood made their lives very smooth or very difficult...
Your acts did. You probably hurt them badly, cheated them, betrayed them, stole from them, robbed them, lied to them, destroyed them, killed them or you probably embellished their lives with your love, care, understanding, compassion, strength....or probably a mix of both...
Some people care about how they are remembered...some people don't...and how and by what you are remembered is your legacy. There is none other.
Remembering Death is the sure antidote for Arrogance, Haughtiness, Greed, Deceit, Lies, Betrayal, Envy, Spite and the rest...
It is the best antidote against taking things and people for granted, it is an ego minimizer, it is a slap from Reality, from Truth into Wakefulness....
These last 24 hours, this day, this hour, this minute, this second, may be your last...You have no control over it...
That is the Truth, that is the only true Reality, that is the only Thing you can be absolutely sure of...that is your Guarantee...you who have sought so many guarantees for invincibility, for immortality, for eternity...
Well got news for you they do not exist. Once you're gone you're back to the Source...a drop in an Ocean...but then it is no longer you...
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Monday, 5 July 2010
Cheated...
I have not been able to log on for the past 24 or 48 hours...I no longer count...
Hours, days -- Time itself has become totally meaningless to me.
I have been cheated out of Time -- so many levels of cheating...
The guys at the network connection center -- such fancy words meaning nothing. They promised me a certain speed for a certain sum of money...I paid the money and am growing roots...
Nice to grow roots, when you've been cheated...no ?
I grow roots daily...I plant myself daily...every morning. I say to myself - never ever forget who you are -- daily.
It's so easy to forget who one is...it's so easy to forget one's roots...it takes much cultivation not to...
They can cheat me all they want...I shall keep on.
What I need to watch out for though, is not to cheat myself...betray myself...
I will plow and labor -- and your women are fields unto you -- and I will labor that feminine field...away from the trivial into a garden of flowers...blooming flowers...
I shall not stop...
No one can cheat me out of my hard labor...no one can cheat me out of my garden...
Hours, days -- Time itself has become totally meaningless to me.
I have been cheated out of Time -- so many levels of cheating...
The guys at the network connection center -- such fancy words meaning nothing. They promised me a certain speed for a certain sum of money...I paid the money and am growing roots...
Nice to grow roots, when you've been cheated...no ?
I grow roots daily...I plant myself daily...every morning. I say to myself - never ever forget who you are -- daily.
It's so easy to forget who one is...it's so easy to forget one's roots...it takes much cultivation not to...
They can cheat me all they want...I shall keep on.
What I need to watch out for though, is not to cheat myself...betray myself...
I will plow and labor -- and your women are fields unto you -- and I will labor that feminine field...away from the trivial into a garden of flowers...blooming flowers...
I shall not stop...
No one can cheat me out of my hard labor...no one can cheat me out of my garden...
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Obsession...
Obsession - curious word, it's Ob-Session. Sounds a bit like Obstetrics..Which in turns sounds a bit like Hysterics.
Could it be that Obsession is an individual session with Hysteria - and related to Obstetrics - the science of treating and caring for women before, during and after childbirth ?
Could it be that Obsession is an individual face to face with Hysteria around female sexuality, around the Feminine ?
I think so too...
There is a world wide obsession with Sex. No doubt about it. This obsession is most felt in the West, where Sex is edified into a god, sacrificed for and worshiped. Notice I did not use the word Eros here, just Sex. Eros has degenerated into Sex. The poor thing is so commercialized that even he resigned from his predestined mission. Eros is out, Sex is in.
I noticed the more "modern/advanced" a society, the greater the obsession. Crude, vulgar, unadulterated, untampered, unbridled, unchecked...
Sex or Eros upside down, is the new leisure, the new pastime, the new hobby, the new recreational play field where all is permissible, all is condoned, all is hailed under the banner of Personal Freedom of so-called consenting Adults.
Anyone with a bit of awareness realizes the fallacies of such clamor.
I will not go into the rising number of STD's infected persons, nor into the 1001 sexual transgressions and assaults, nor into the most weird of perversions where people push themselves to insane limits so they can experience that "divine ecstasy" of the ultimate orgasm, nor will I touch upon the decadent promiscuity where partners are amassed like some trophies, nor will I broach the multi-billion dollars a year, industries of pornographic sex and prostitution, nor will I mention the voyeurism and exhibitionism of the new god and its faithful adepts - from strip tease clubs, to cyber porn both amateur and professional...nor will I touch upon the pathetic standards of what it means to be "sexy" with the right combination of body measurements, right lips, right nose, right eyes -- all derived from a crude Darwinism where thousands of researchers pull up one theory after another derived from biology, zoology, psychology and publish one article after another of how to look so one can fit into the "fuckability" ethos.
Because you see, in the new world order of Sex, your worth is measured by how fuckable you are.
And that extends beyond the act of sex into rape -- invasions and occupations in the name of Freedom are, an extension of this obsession.
The underworld of this poor Eros turned upside down is dark, murky, ugly and sick...and the demons reproduce and give birth to "angels".
The flip side is the other extreme - the moralistic, puritanical, celibates of the new world order - Vatican and Co. And we all know what these are up to in their confessions booths and Sunday classes.
But the god of Sex also gave birth to yet another child, another prodigal child out of the chaos of obsessive free sex and the neurotic repressive abstinence of the robed priests and nuns...it has given birth to a third child - the new sex of the New Age.
Western morons traveling to India and elsewhere in search of the Elixir. Or better, spend thousands of dollars at the feet of charlatans in London, Paris, New York, California to learn the art of Sex - Tantric sex, so they can learn all about their Chakras, and go "beyond"...wanting, demanding --Transcendence. They paid for it, after all.
You see, I have nothing against Sex nor Transcendence but if you need to pay thousands of dollars to discover it, then you must be really in the pits....just proves how far down and how misguided/unguided you've been. Left to your own devices to figure it all out, you've gone totally insane....
Then, in a bid to save yourselves, you reach out to the East (and its charlatan Gurus and Swamis) so you can be guided again, for a price...in dollars, in cash. Again publication after publication, book after book are printed on the Art of Sex, Tantric Sex, Taoist Sex, Spiritual Sex, Christian Sex, Jewish Sex, Buddhist Sex....
Either way, you have to head East and you remain obsessed. So you keep fucking each other crazy and mechanically, instantly (like instant food)-- the one minute multi-orgasm like the one minute manager theory -- or your cross oceans to go and fuck other people's lives, irremediably so.
Eros has resigned. He says to you, sex is overrated and your kind of sex is pure garbage from the underworld. He says to you that he came across another one of your "scientific" studies that says that the average total numbers of hours -- including foreplay, kissing, intercourse, orgasm - assuming we will all kick the bucket at 75, is a total of 2 months in 75 years.
Your whole sexual obsession and its numerous branches and industries amount to 2 months in a lifetime...that is less than eating, drinking, sleeping and shitting...
But you see, everyone thinks that their sex is out of this world, unique, like none other...another figment of your imagination. Eros says you've missed the point. And He adds - even your abstinence is another form of obsession...
So this collective hysteria with sex is nothing but the collective obsession with female sexuality, with the Feminine -- not as in vagina, not as in uterus, not as in childbirth, nor as in women per se, but as in something way deeper....
It may very well be that you need to look for that Elixir in the Womb of Life - The Rahman, the Raheem. *
* Rahman - Raheem : two attributes of God / Allah in Arabic. The Compassionate, the Merciful.
Rahman, Raheem come from the root word RAHM which means Womb.
P.S : The West is always hampering about how Arabs and Muslims are sexually repressed and it devises several methods to liberate us - I just thought I'd return the favor in small...
Could it be that Obsession is an individual session with Hysteria - and related to Obstetrics - the science of treating and caring for women before, during and after childbirth ?
Could it be that Obsession is an individual face to face with Hysteria around female sexuality, around the Feminine ?
I think so too...
There is a world wide obsession with Sex. No doubt about it. This obsession is most felt in the West, where Sex is edified into a god, sacrificed for and worshiped. Notice I did not use the word Eros here, just Sex. Eros has degenerated into Sex. The poor thing is so commercialized that even he resigned from his predestined mission. Eros is out, Sex is in.
I noticed the more "modern/advanced" a society, the greater the obsession. Crude, vulgar, unadulterated, untampered, unbridled, unchecked...
Sex or Eros upside down, is the new leisure, the new pastime, the new hobby, the new recreational play field where all is permissible, all is condoned, all is hailed under the banner of Personal Freedom of so-called consenting Adults.
Anyone with a bit of awareness realizes the fallacies of such clamor.
I will not go into the rising number of STD's infected persons, nor into the 1001 sexual transgressions and assaults, nor into the most weird of perversions where people push themselves to insane limits so they can experience that "divine ecstasy" of the ultimate orgasm, nor will I touch upon the decadent promiscuity where partners are amassed like some trophies, nor will I broach the multi-billion dollars a year, industries of pornographic sex and prostitution, nor will I mention the voyeurism and exhibitionism of the new god and its faithful adepts - from strip tease clubs, to cyber porn both amateur and professional...nor will I touch upon the pathetic standards of what it means to be "sexy" with the right combination of body measurements, right lips, right nose, right eyes -- all derived from a crude Darwinism where thousands of researchers pull up one theory after another derived from biology, zoology, psychology and publish one article after another of how to look so one can fit into the "fuckability" ethos.
Because you see, in the new world order of Sex, your worth is measured by how fuckable you are.
And that extends beyond the act of sex into rape -- invasions and occupations in the name of Freedom are, an extension of this obsession.
The underworld of this poor Eros turned upside down is dark, murky, ugly and sick...and the demons reproduce and give birth to "angels".
The flip side is the other extreme - the moralistic, puritanical, celibates of the new world order - Vatican and Co. And we all know what these are up to in their confessions booths and Sunday classes.
But the god of Sex also gave birth to yet another child, another prodigal child out of the chaos of obsessive free sex and the neurotic repressive abstinence of the robed priests and nuns...it has given birth to a third child - the new sex of the New Age.
Western morons traveling to India and elsewhere in search of the Elixir. Or better, spend thousands of dollars at the feet of charlatans in London, Paris, New York, California to learn the art of Sex - Tantric sex, so they can learn all about their Chakras, and go "beyond"...wanting, demanding --Transcendence. They paid for it, after all.
You see, I have nothing against Sex nor Transcendence but if you need to pay thousands of dollars to discover it, then you must be really in the pits....just proves how far down and how misguided/unguided you've been. Left to your own devices to figure it all out, you've gone totally insane....
Then, in a bid to save yourselves, you reach out to the East (and its charlatan Gurus and Swamis) so you can be guided again, for a price...in dollars, in cash. Again publication after publication, book after book are printed on the Art of Sex, Tantric Sex, Taoist Sex, Spiritual Sex, Christian Sex, Jewish Sex, Buddhist Sex....
Either way, you have to head East and you remain obsessed. So you keep fucking each other crazy and mechanically, instantly (like instant food)-- the one minute multi-orgasm like the one minute manager theory -- or your cross oceans to go and fuck other people's lives, irremediably so.
Eros has resigned. He says to you, sex is overrated and your kind of sex is pure garbage from the underworld. He says to you that he came across another one of your "scientific" studies that says that the average total numbers of hours -- including foreplay, kissing, intercourse, orgasm - assuming we will all kick the bucket at 75, is a total of 2 months in 75 years.
Your whole sexual obsession and its numerous branches and industries amount to 2 months in a lifetime...that is less than eating, drinking, sleeping and shitting...
But you see, everyone thinks that their sex is out of this world, unique, like none other...another figment of your imagination. Eros says you've missed the point. And He adds - even your abstinence is another form of obsession...
So this collective hysteria with sex is nothing but the collective obsession with female sexuality, with the Feminine -- not as in vagina, not as in uterus, not as in childbirth, nor as in women per se, but as in something way deeper....
It may very well be that you need to look for that Elixir in the Womb of Life - The Rahman, the Raheem. *
* Rahman - Raheem : two attributes of God / Allah in Arabic. The Compassionate, the Merciful.
Rahman, Raheem come from the root word RAHM which means Womb.
P.S : The West is always hampering about how Arabs and Muslims are sexually repressed and it devises several methods to liberate us - I just thought I'd return the favor in small...
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