_ssssssSpeaking of the absurdly random happenings
eye was on my way two the city and on the car numberplates,
recurredly appeared the numbers 222.. later that day arriving
spontaneously at a random destination, after being kicked off
the tram which had to stop as a young asian man fainted
repeatedly and when upon asked over and over
[while other's hurriedly rang the ambulance]
"are you OKAY??" [he was standing
before he hit the ground head-smash
right infront of me when eye wasn't
looking...] "no, I just sleep"
he says, like it happens
every single day..
someone rubs
the back of his head..
"you're cold, you can't be well"
he assuredly replies, "no, i just sleep"
if you had of seen it, you'd call the ambulance..
something wasn't right with this man. i get off
after wordlessly showing natural
human concern. my unknown
destination lands me infront
of yet another car, 222
registration-baring..
i say to myself, clearly
"huh, okay, what is this?"
i glance unexpectedly upon
a bold, neon sign simply saying "SIGNS"
i wander through the market passing between
the mass of sheep and cattle..errrr... People
going about their daily delusions.
i come out the other side to see
a shop over the road familiar to me-
a musick store, and a decent one i may add.
i get there, going over the recent confusion
when... what's this? i'm now in an unfamiliar shop.
but i saw it from over the road.. this is what?
a second -no- thirdhand cd store..i sift
through a couple random and horrifically
uninteresting dvds.. lo and behold "wheel of time"
a sacred documentary covering to-the-core
the buddhist monk's beloved creative ritual
of the sand mandala and all that goes
with it... in all the stores in the whole
city.. and the thing only costs a few
measly dollars. SIGNS. moral of the
mortal story - follow the "SIGNS"
whatever seems out of the ordinary
just watch, sea what happens, even
if a haphazard occurrence or three
precedes it. follow the signs.
i walk out of the store to
find the one i was looking for,
was next-door; where i found
an excellently-priced as expected
Mars Volta album (De-loused
at the Comatorium)
certainly an interesting
and 'impossible happenings' day.
before all this and, after many synchronicitae
-which would take a lotta ranting to scribe-
i acquired my own copies of G.I.Gurdjieff's
own "Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson
(All and Everything- First Series)"
an excellent book "Light on Yoga"
author B K S Iyengar.
and yet another translation of
The Bhagavad Gita (scribe P. Lal)

i only arrived home now, after seeing a car
shaped like a crumpled ball of silver foil
surrounded by ambulance, police,
and on-the-grass (a memorable
death-bed, in my experience)
lies a poor creature subject to
the creation of the ball of silver foil.
my heart beats a little louder in response,
retrospectively, from my very own taste
of "the other side" ... all's well that ends well.
no one ever dies. "we just metamorphosize"
well i came back and i hope they do too.

i'm listening now to the majestick genius, mars volta
if you're not familiar, i highly recommend any..
yes, any of their albums. --actually, tao eye reminisce
to a moment as i was leaving the market with my
piece of mars and documandala ..
an interesting band busking
clad in mexicana cloth
a powerful vocalist
traditional sounding
excellent street musick
they put me in an altered state
amongst the herd of cattle stunned
by these out-of-nowhere vibration-creationalists
their name?? i forgot my pen. shit. it's the experience that counts,
and inevitably compelled me, as if a force beyond in me,
to drop a fiver in their collection case of prosperion.
Hhere ends my rant of high lights on this very day
...wwhhhich, has not yet ended.

so, where are we? racially, biophotonically, ..
super advanced "conscious" technology, sleepwalking
our way through the current yuga. the masses, generally incapable
of deviation into conscious evolution to find and, man[I]fest at least
some sort of self-revolution to make it through the sea of
illusion/confusion.. monkey see. monkey do.
addicted, seemingly umbilically restricted
to the manipura false-self ego-center

over and out,

-SG

We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feeel Eternal. All this pain is an illuuusion
^{<{[Parabol]}>}

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and
still be a h u m a n
^{<{[lateralus]}>}

As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
^{<{[Reflection]}>}

Gita [XI : 12-18]

<sup>Were a thousand suns to explode suddenly in the sky,
their brilliance would approximate the glory of the sight.

And in the body of Krishna,
Arjuna saw the separate universes united, and resting.

Struck with awe, his hair on end, horripilating,
he bent his head, and offered pranama.

Arjuna said:
I see all the gods in your body,
O Vishveshvara, all variety of life.
I see Brahma on the lotus, the saints, the nagas.

I see your form stretching on every side, arms, stomachs,
mouths and eyes,
without beginning, middle, or end.

I see your Crown, your Chakra, your mace
your gathered radiance covering the three worlds.

You Are the Supreme Reality,
the End of Knowledge;
the shelter of the three worlds, the protector of dharma,
the ancient Purusha.</sup>