day 1 was liquids and 1 meal, after sundown. the meal was kichoree - ancient recipe from moms and nani, verifed years later in my studies in ayurvedic panchakarma - detoxification.
kichoree is a porrdige of rice and lentils with the option to add some veggies, like carrots, potatoes.
what was revealed yesterday/early this morning, shortly after midnight, was the existence of the devil.
again, i believe in science. so, the idea of angels and a devil haven't fully registered.
heard that there is a devil. shaiitan. heard that he whispers, that he lures. didn't get this. had an image of a dude with a fork and horns. the same dude from the bible and torah, the one who makes appearances in warner bros cartoons and in movies...
one of my homies recently asked me if i ever hear other voices. asked me if it might've been other voices that lead him to make a poor life decision in his relation with his fiance. i've assoicated other voice with the crazed, those in asylums, screaming out bars at someone telling them something.
the voice came late, and usually would've passed as my own - except yogum - asana, veganism, liquids, except ramadhan from the ancient math.
i was getting hot, parts of me pulsing. thought about this shorty, about hollering. grew in heat. mouth watering. that's when i heard.
have to pause about the pause to give some context to what i'm about to say. somehow, i was able to switch from being in the body to Witness, with facility. so the context is that, this cat i met in an ashram in tamil nadu, was able to shift his intestines around at will. he showed me. when i asked him, he said how he'd been practicing a certain breathing technique for years, and then one day it just happened on its own. that's what happened.
the voice i heard wasn't neccessary in words or language, like the linguistics of dreams. lucid. it was the sense of desire, it spoke, it whispered like a hot 97 song, till my body danced in the trance of a cobra.
witness spoke in Quiet. i see you. disappear. gone. went to sleep. rested in peace.
this morning, got a text from a woman i know. she tends to be confrontational with everyone. reminds me of guys i know who use this as a tactic in their game. so she wrote something in the negative. i didn't hear the voice this time, but my senses, my sense of self, emotion, mind - ego, began to respond, began to react, to ask why are you always so negative? or, is that your game? or, i'm sorry i'm not into you. then it occured to me. i was giving energy to the very thing ramadhan trains us to be mindful of, to Witness - nafs, senses, ego.
watch your ego, and watch the voices that come in the form of yourself, and often in the form of those you are around. the devil's voice whispers through many sources. just listen. just watch. and let go. if its from others, more often than not, their self-hate, misery, undealt with hurt/past, grows consumed by the emotional sense of ego, till their voice becomes indistinguishable from the devil frequency.
avoid the dance with the devil. as harsh as the words may sound from someone deriding your sense of self, let go. you are more than your base self, more than this sense of self, this ego. let go, smile from inside, and pray.
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