Scroll of Extermination


The scroll of extermination, for the one engulfed in fear of rejection.

Extermination is an energy word. Its a trial for the tongue and a mission for the mind. This is about breaking fear of rejection into smaller parts by crushing it with the hammer of faith. This is where the warrior sprays vapors of resilience over it and says gratitude for the experience. This is when wisdom emerges from the smoke at the end of a successful extermination. It summons great power from within, a power that which is already there.  The scroll is a result of several experiments and findings of a warrior with a traveling soul. Use at your own risk. Or use it and concoct one that makes your spirit click.

Either a thousand voices on rejection, fear, failure, despair. Or a single step with faith by who the warrior is. And another step with determination. Like walking barefoot to the one who does often on mud or waters with strong under currents to get the feel of it. And be escorted by conscious breaths in between. Meaning, he or she is alert to the real scene in the walk, than the scene playing in the head. The warrior is open to the fact that in these moments she or he is a testimony to the endless energy of the universe. And it is the most superior energy than any thoughts or actions, individual or combined.

Observe the fear by accepting its message. It might appear as threatening in form, barbaric in behavior, de-moralizing in voice, repulsive to feel and cold for the heart. That is fear and that is how it introduces sometimes to a warrior.  Let the thoughts bind with the universal fact that love and abundance is showering upon each individual. The warrior anchors faith with this.

‘By the forces of my spirit, I summon the energy to power my light onward from the darkness that attempts to cloud my vision.

I am willing to ride along with the energy of the universe that does not sleep or remain idle.

I will practice extermination with faith, with trust in myself and act upon perceptions hazardous to the spirit. ‘

Like a statue in a breeze the warrior, observes that moments have passed and all gained was another experiential lesson in life that fear is a diminishing energy, actions support him or her.

The landscape is changing. The clouds of revelation come hovering towards the traveling soul. A dense ray of light begins to beam down along the path of the warrior.

Deep long breaths. To slow down the mind and make room for movement, conscious movement. The warrior sees what lies before. The path appears to the traveling soul. Light and Air. Companions for the journey.

Images, words, emotions, voices. Causal or just a coincidence? But they pop up now and then. I have been working with them for some time now. A scheming mirage that jeopardizes my journey. Writing about them helps.

The altar of de-Pression


The altar of de-pression

I am at the altar of de-pression.

‘No need to worry’, i heard this voice in my mind.

“You are where you need to be.” Ou! (goose bumps. Chills. Shiver me timbers). Is this my spirit guide talking?

“Stop by and stay for some more time.’

‘Music will clear the ringing pain in your heart, your limbs will understand it better. Give it (the body) some time. Be gentle and don’t be like a parent, instead be the best friend to yourself. Be G E N T L E’

Wow. I never had anyone telling me all of this. Till the time I got really sick when there was nothing else in me, no more areas left in me to get sick. I just wanted to be de-pressed – this suffocating pressure taken off me. I wanted to somehow get out of the heavy emotional and mental state.

I got therapy. I added nutritional products. I listened to relaxing music. I started meditations. and prayers. Still the biggest change-agent seemed to be missing – me. Yes. The simple one letter capital entity : ‘I”.

My therapist stated: ‘I hope I have given you all the right tools. And please work on them. Do not be hard on yourself. Ever. And I am here, let me know if you need me’. I do not remember the right words. But that was the message. She’s right – none can create a positive change or take the step towards a life of happiness that seems so impossible other than me and my mind.

Whatever time of the day, there is no excuse for cutting down on the soul-nourishment-sessions by pressing myself onto important work, must do tasks, cannot be missed appointments, dead lines.

Ok. S T O P. Stop, stop, stop it – no more getting pressed. Pressed and squeezed and crunched and being aggressive or assertive or being that which is stressing. That which drains away your power. ‘Spiritual moral ethical loving power’. That which wipes out your energy for life. Energy for life meaning, what you love to do, what makes you happy, what gets a spiritual effort from you with ease, what makes you give unconditionally with all your heart. Hey, Like the heart that is an organ pumping only so much amount of blood, there are limits to what the mind can handle. And do not wait for a flashing light or siren to tell you: you are empty, you have been pressed, squeezed out totally like an empty toothpaste tube. Oh man.

Nobody will pull the plug on this process of ‘pressing’ to the max. None knows it better than me. Only I, myself, can de-press.

Why does my heart feel like it is no more a proper functioning organ? One that smiles? And dances in a trance of love.

Is there love only in relationships?

Is it food and music that triggers the sense of love for life?

Has not the entire universe been created for the heart to experience its treasures? Treasures scattered throughout, never to stop or diminish in supply for the harmonic existence of all beings? Unless we think or act otherwise!

Oh Lord, my sight is not so clear when it comes to seeing the beauty in things around me. So please fix my vision to tune into the love that’s around me.

Oh Lord, my ears are sometimes quite deaf to the tunes of joy and happiness that all beings are engaged in, a testimony to the fact that love radiates in various frequencies and I need you to fine tune my hearing.

The altar of de-pression does not exist. Man and woman are much smarter.

The expression of ‘possibility’ brings benefits, tho.