In an ancestral enclave hidden within the dense Indian jungle, an old Buddhist monk, ordinary just like you and me, reflected on his karma. He invoked the spirits of his past-lives to participate in an internal tribunal. How bitter-sweet, the sensations of longing and regret as he gargled on the waters of remembrance. The echoes of his negative aura reverberate up his chakras. They are his ghosts but they are not of the now. He has an undefined insecurity reflecting on his point of origin. The enormous leaves of the Banthanog plant swoon to the guardians of the wind as they vehemently observe him and cast howling calls. He hears with his heart and for a moment, he strangulates on the absence of oxygen.
Then he remembers what his great grandparents said to him when he was but a child. That there would be a day such as this when he would endure the most trying of tests. The measure of his worth upon Lord Earth, in the form of a holographic projection of his primordial essence, would be scrutinized, examined. The memory sparks a furnace’s flame beneath him and in his tongue undulates producing a string of words within the sound vibrations of a dirge. The spirits congregate together in a furious and frenetic waltz to the mantra of his mind’sOM. He focuses on the zero point of the Nothing God of Solace and Tranquility and his thoughts undergo a deep freeze. He sees a blue child meditating in the lotus position atop the mighty elephant Vishnu. His black-hole eye connects with the child’s and they melt into one consciousness. Now, not even his bad karma could direct him.
He notices not the resultant levitation of his simple body humbled by the ages. If one were to record his alpha waves at that very moment, one would observe that the oscillations were highly irregular, although all the neurons of his brain were firing in syncopation to the beating of his heart. He was one with all, and all of nothing, indivisible from everything existing in the universe. He was of dark matter, truth, anti-particles, plasma, gravity waves, and love.
The closest sun bathed him in its highly-energetic, life-supporting rays as he was taken, spiritually, on a journey across the star-network of his mind-space. Like a horse-hair brush saturated with white paint deftly swept over amidnight canvas, all the karma he had every accrued through an eternity of lifetimes, was ultimately erased as he hugged God on that early Sunday morning hidden within the trees.
Then he remembers what his great grandparents said to him when he was but a child. That there would be a day such as this when he would endure the most trying of tests. The measure of his worth upon Lord Earth, in the form of a holographic projection of his primordial essence, would be scrutinized, examined. The memory sparks a furnace’s flame beneath him and in his tongue undulates producing a string of words within the sound vibrations of a dirge. The spirits congregate together in a furious and frenetic waltz to the mantra of his mind’s
He notices not the resultant levitation of his simple body humbled by the ages. If one were to record his alpha waves at that very moment, one would observe that the oscillations were highly irregular, although all the neurons of his brain were firing in syncopation to the beating of his heart. He was one with all, and all of nothing, indivisible from everything existing in the universe. He was of dark matter, truth, anti-particles, plasma, gravity waves, and love.
The closest sun bathed him in its highly-energetic, life-supporting rays as he was taken, spiritually, on a journey across the star-network of his mind-space. Like a horse-hair brush saturated with white paint deftly swept over a
