Insightful Parables.
The Miracle of Love
Jyotish as Quantum
Jyotish is a quantum scince. By exchanging energy, each point in the universe is communicating with the other. This means that energy contains information. In Jyotish, considerations that the universe is bound this way are important clues to future events. Jyotish asserts that information is encoded into energy and has human significance. As with the meaning of the word jyotish, the future is spelled out in light.
Because the Soul does not adhere to material level influences (feelings, movement, shape, etc…) is it apart from ordinary existence, and yet very much an iatrical aspect of ourselves. This may indicate that the Soul is the zero point, or junction point between time and timelessness; a point that is part of both dimensions.
In India, the soul has two parts.
Jiva is the individual soul that we carry with us on the material plane. It is also tarried along throughout the multitude of lifetimes we choose to experience. It is the aspect of us that must come to the full realization of God. It is subject to acts of good and bad and contains all the Karma it will incur; however as we make changes to our lives, jiva is changed as well.
Atman is the second part of our Soul. It is the pure spirit. It does not come with us onto this material place. It is the same as God in as it cannot change. It stays with God on the virtual plane where it is timeless, unbound, without form.
However, the Soul has its own agenda to accomplish. The Jiva must, as the Vedas terms, overcome the 5 Kelshas, or causes of human suffering:
Ignorance of the Nature of Reality
Identification with the ego
Attraction toward desire
Repulsion of desire
Fear of Death
Simple as it may sound, if you explore the true nature of Reality, all pain will eventually come to an end.
Love and Light
What do You Know?
Our Story
Memories
from walking straight backward.
Having just recieved
these petty words misconstrude.
All about the emotions of another
and the sympathy I had offered.
Was I not expected
to be impartial
about my accpetance?
Your smell is intoxicating
like a sweet Port
on a summer's day.
That precocious grin
of a little boy
having done something wrong.
Butterfly kisses make way
for longings of nights wasted
cloaked only by the dark.
When we lay spent
in the throws of laughter.
When I forgot
I had once held another
just as you hold me.
To feel that rising in us,
like the world has slowly vanished.
To forget all before you;
as I am the first Lover
you have ever known.
Come lay with me
and lie to me.
Tell me tales taller than the mountains...
of a time when I was all you needed.
Namaste
My Love
as is the wisdom
of the Soul's timelessness.
Appreciation of these boundries
enparted by distance,
concedes My anticipation of
physical attainment.
In this expression of Love,
Spirit is not forsaken;
Our bodies will redefine worship
of the ardent priests of ancient days.
As I know You in Pure Spiritual Love,
so shall I know You again
in amorous communion.
For Our continuous gravitation
to these chosen forms
is a testement to
Our Love for one another.
For You
Namaste
We Love
the hurried beat of my heart as I wait for you.
Time winks knowingly in sarcastic repose.
Hours in this day spent in meditation,
connection to all profoundly on my Mind.
Remembrances reflect Our language,
of a mutual destiny within grasp.
Change makes way a path,
each step reveals Perfection.
I, as the Observer,
appreciate this moment;
Love in True Expression.
Enlightened as chosen begets
Trust between our Souls.
How joyous is this participation?
How this place facilitates the Energy needed.
No difference, simply Acceptance of One.
As we Love the others,
we Love each other.
For You
Namaste
Here
Here
In the midst of Ego she heard her voice,
the cries of needs that echoed with frenetic frequency.
In the quiet of stillness she felt her Soul
as whispers of a Peaceful wind.
As the flesh calls for maintenance,
her Spirit knows all that ought is Here.
The Mind creates from the mold of Manifestation,
the Soul Observes as the continuous flow.
With the reminiscence of Trepidation,
she places her foot onto the warm wood of the boat.
A whisper arrives from Nothing to caress her ear.
"I am here," the Loving Awareness implores.
She turns from the Past with respectful reverie,
accepting Here is all there is.
Like a former Companion,
these memories will wait for her return;
curled at the foot of false comfort.
She smiles for what was IS still.
What will be is Here.
Namaste






