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He served in First World War, and later devoted himself to mysticism and came into contact with Theosophists. In the early 1930s, Brunton embarked on a voyage to India, which brought him into contact with such luminaries as Meher Baba, Sri Shankaracharya of Kancheepuram and Sri Ramana Maharshi. Brunton's first visit to Sri Ramanasramam R. took place in 1931.
Brunton has been credited with introducing Ramana Maharshi to the West through his books "A Search in Secret India" and "The Secret Path".
• Kant said “there were two outstanding wonders of God’s creation. The starry heaven above and the mind of man within.
• The solar system turns without thine aid,
Live, Die! The universe is not afraid.
- By Zangwill
• Why is that the thing which interests every man most is – himself?
• Berkeley, by the process of acute thinking arrived at the same position. He showed that the material world would be non-existent apart from some mind to conceive it,
• Self is the ultimate – the first things we know as babies; it will be the last thing we shall know as sages.
• Eckhart – God is center of the man
• Thomas A Edison – The hours that I have spent with Mr. Edison have brought me the real big returns of my life; to it I attribute all I have accomplished.
• Meditation will produce most results by being regular every day, rather than in fits and starts, because its something that gradually soaks in by repeated. Daily effort.
• There is mysterious quality in twilight which links it with the great spiritual currents that nature releases in regular rhythm.
• Thought control is hard to attain. Its difficulty will astonish you. The brain will rise in mutiny. Like the sea the human mind is ceaselessly active. But it can be done.
• When the moral weakness and emotional unbalances are conjoined with mystical practices, the result is not elevation of mind into spirituality but degeneration of mind into mediumship. The practice of meditation without the cultivation of ethical and intellectual safe guards can lead to self deception, inflated egoism, hallucination and even insanity.
Therefore, to know oneself is to find that point of consciousness from which observation of these changing moods may take place.
This was the celebrated attitude of Descartes.
He maintained that there mere act of thinking involved the existence of a thinker, of the one who carries on this reflective activity. “Je pense, done je suis”(I think there fore I am), was his famous philosophical proposition. It was a tremendous claim and found its powerful opponents. And its logical result was compelled to infer that this thinking, this “I” was intrinsically immaterial and there fore independent enough to have its own existence apart from the fleshly body with which its nevertheless so intimately bonded. T
Mind is like a restless monkey, but chain it to the post of a single object, tether it to the stake of one line of thought; then only will the monkey recognize you as its master, and be more ready to obey your orders.
Though the man is with the higher power which may be called God, the fact remains that he has lost the consciousness of this unity. And unless he makes observation, or in true prayer, to detach himself increasingly from his external existence, it is unlikely that he will recover this divine consciousness.
Thinking is power which may bind us or set us free. The average man unconsciously uses it for the former purpose; the meditator of self inquiry uses it to gain freedom.
Intuition: Immediate understanding.
• Rational thought provides us with a splendid instrument wherewith to comprehend life and the world up to a point, but it is a mistake to imagine that it is there for the only instrument available to us. Intuition is one such instrument and many times it works with out any conscious effort on our part.
• When the reasoning, thinking intellect subsides its activity, the intuition has a clear field in which to manifest itself. It’s therefore necessary to find some means to reduce the constant agitation of the intellect. This can be done by a two fold process.
1. The first consists of an effort to direct thoughts along a single channel of certain kind i.e. concentration upon an exalted abstract idea (Meditation)
2. Control of breathing. The reason is there exists a profound connection between breath and thought. The movements of breath beat time, in a most remarkable fashion, with the movements of thought. Most people undervalue the powers of the breath but the early Jesuits in the west and the early yogis in India knew better, for they embodied the breathing exercise in their system of training.
The breathing exercise mentioned here by Paul Brunton is similar to the one as in pranayam, so here I am giving a link of pranayam technique for you all, if interested to follow.
Awakening to the Intuition
Humility is the first step on the secret path – and it will also be the last. For before the divinity can begin to teach him through its own self-revelation he must first became teachable, i.e. humble.
Intellectual ability and learning are admirable things and adorn a man, but intellectual pride puts up a strong barrier between him and that higher life which is ever calling to him, albeit silently.
Hitherto, the entire student’s effort at finding the true self have been positively directed, personally willed, conscious and voluntary. He is now almost at the point where there should be a complete reversal of procedure, where the personality must cease making any further efforts because it has reached the end of its tether.
The whole process of mediation is simply to select this one higher topic of self enquiry out of the multitude of ideas, to think firmly up that alone and of nothing else. Then when the attitude and the quality of concentration are thus strongly developed, the student drops even this special line of thinking withdraws inward and a question who it is that is thinking.
One inevitable result of all these practices will be that your attitude towards things, people and events will gradually change. You will begin to express the qualities which are natural to the over self, the qualities of noble outlook, perfect justice, the treatment of one’s neighbor as oneself.
SOMETHING THAT I AM READING NOW
Meluha by Amish - The top selling fiction as of now in India, although I did not like the premise that Lord Shiva is a mortal Human being, but as Amish told me in our discussions, to read the book and then let him know if he has done justice to Lord Shiva or not, so I am reading it now.
Dreaming in Hindi - By katherine Russell Rich / As per the book print, its on the Oprah Magazine's list of 10 Terrific reads of 2009, I am just not sure of how one defines terrific for the masses as well as does Oprah Magazine's list are typical of Oprah's opinions or we are just being mislead by the name.
The black Swan - By Nassim Nicholas Taleb - this is the most promising book of the all. I have read it before but reading it again as the times that are around the corner demands it.
Charles and Ray Eames
Eames (pronounced /ˈiːmz/) were American designers, who worked and made major contributions to modern architecture and furniture. They also worked in the fields of industrial design, fine art, graphic design and film. And here is the link that you can read through leisurely at your convenience http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_and_Ray_Eames
But here at this blog I am going to show you this legendary genius less known creative side which is his passion for photography. But before you get on with reading more about his photography and his pictures, here is something I would like you to have a look at it to understand the genius of Eames.
Second is his iconic piece of furniture like Lounge Chair, The mesh chair and the ottomans etc. The person on the lounge chair here is Charles Gradson Eames Demetrios.
(Eames Demetrios and me)
And there are many more.. if you are interested in knowing or having a look at more pics, then please get back to me and I will try to send you some more images from this collections.
The sea reaches out hold him
In depths of her love
Submitted for Poetry Potluck - Beaches and mountains
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Submitted for Poetry Potluck - Beaches and mountains
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The image above, I took in Mumbai, India at the Bandra Sea Face in May 2010
This one poem by Pablo Neruda I came across on the net which I liked so much that I could not hold myself from posting it here...
I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Some interesting visuals from one of the most famoous temples in India of Sun, known as Konark temple.
The early morning view of the Konark Temple from one of the sides.
Sensous and so engrossed
Vashudha was waiting for Baba to come. The temple and the ashram slowly surrendered to the calming effect of setting sun and the approach of the night through evening. The silence hung upon the flowing evening breeze so heavily that it has to slow down on the steps up hill and take rest on the footsteps of the falling deodar leaves. The thoughts of Vashudha though were not stilled yet, they were moving from one branch of thought to another like monkeys in the first snow fall. Enjoying the fall of white winter with each shake of branch and below, the dry leaves groaned in the cold pain of falling snow. But then Rishikesh never had the snow fall. Is it her thoughts that are so cold making her environments drip icicles or is it her fear of the answer what Yogi Baba will bring to her. Whatever it was, she was not comfortable. She knew in her heart that she is not doing the right thing and she fears her discomfort with her consciousness. Its not even six months she has been here and she is ashamed of herself every day. The feeling that every one of the days, she had cheated herself and loving people around her, does not leave her to sleep peacefully in the night or be awake in herself in the day. Why did she do it? Was it her ego or it’s her hurt? Why is she even here? Why she even got to know that she is supposed to be here some time, some life time? And who told her all these confusing things? She never believed in God, or spiritual world or religious sentiments or come to think of it, never even on a Guru and here she is trying to force her questions, her thoughts on her chosen Guru and asking what she knows, Yogi Baba will have difficulty in answering. She was never like this, living alone in a jungle where the only sound of music she hears comes from the temple bell, conch or the Jhaal that devotees strike in rhythm while chanting Hare Krishna. She was contented in her life of jet set, the page three groupies, the passion and allure of power, money and lust. Her father, one of the top business houses in India, Vaibhav Group, was the most devoted of her movements in the celestial sky of earthly stars. Her mother, if not pushed her into the arms of the Casanova’s at least never raised an eyebrow with the people she was moving about or living with in various beds…. Vashudha’s wonder is not about why she is even here at this point of time, when she was most talked about, most successful and most vibrant society girl, but she wondered how she reached here and what is the purpose. Some times in her previous life, when the cobwebs or her drunken stupor used to lift, she used to wonder what she is doing in this place, this floor or this bed, but now here in Rishikesh, she wakes up with cobwebs every day and still wonder what she is doing in this bed every day. What is it she is waiting for? For Yogi Baba to answer or for his answer or his non-answer so that she can leave every thing again and move on with her life or her non-life. She is not sure anymore just like those stars, in the twilight, are not sure whether to come out or not, whether its dark enough to show themselves or hang around in their backstage a little more before flaring up in the dark sky over the serenity of Rishikesh.
She could now hear the bells earnestly calling her to reach out to her inner self, to find her answers whether Yogi Baba gives it or not. It’s almost Aarti time and Yogi Baba is still not here, so again she will have to walk, in 15 minutes of solitude, with her silent questioning, the path from her room to the temple again. She some times fears this path, this path throws up so many questions to her that she started avoiding walking along this path alone. Some times she picks up those new visitors from Europe, so wide eyed, soaking up everything from a foot fall to the drops of chanting mantras and talk to them about how important it is to use the Japa Mala to focus on one thought, one mantra where she has not picked hers for almost a month now. Lately she realized that Yogi Baba is not there on this path most of the times, to accompany her to the temple with his clear thoughts on what to do and what not to do, when practicing Dhyan, Meditation or chanting. And most of the times, now she is walking alone as even the visitors too have walked away in the winters to be with their families and warmth of love. The aarti in the temple this winter is going to be very cold; she can feel this in her heart. Her heart now is cold and when she is walking towards the temple for Aarti, she gathers her cold shawl around her, just to keep this coldness inside her heart. Why Yogi Baba is not here, when she needs his warmth of his soul, his insights and his love. Is he purposely doing this? Is he a weak person? Does the love she has, for his heart, will hurt him? She does not think so but then there is always a vicarious pleasure in thinking things that can not be and enjoy it. She is such a weak person. Or is she a strong person to meet her demons head on and win… May be she is right or may be not. Only Yogi Baba’s answer will tell. Why I have so many questions, when there are only one answer to all…. Why even I question all this around me and not needing even any answer…. Why?
To be continued next week...