The 5th chakra

magic carpet

The 5th chakra is the world of communication.
It is like the global web of internet, that connects us all.
You and your mind are one in this space.
It is where you are in deep sync, trance, and absorption,
With that which you commune with.
Every union (comm-union) here is its own unique ecstasy.

It is like the vast blue sky.
Generally blue in nature is found in the ocean and sky,
And this emotion that is felt in their presence,
Is very akin to this world of the 5th chakra.

It’s the freedom and vision of the gliding eagle.
It’s like the world of imagination and contemplation.
It’s to wonder, ponder, and behold great mysteries.
In Upanishad terms, it is like the “Hiranyagarba” (Golden/Cosmic Egg).
It is the field of Ether/Aakash.

Communication in essence means to ‘commune’.
A kind of yielding, including, absorbing,
relating, aligning, synchronizing, harmonizing, unioning…].
Communing happens at many deep levels.
When 2 people talk with each other,
They have already profoundly communed on many levels.

Another great image for this would be,
Aladdin flying on his magic carpet.
Imagine the thrill, exhilaration, ecstasy, and freedom,
And wonder felt at the sheer possibility of this image!
That’s the emotional vibe germane to this plane.

It is the world of the deep abstract,
Having bird’s eye vision of everything.
It is like the image of ‘Indra’s net’,
Where each dew drop on a spider’s web reflects all the other dew drops.

It is the world of all sound/reverberation/vibration.
It is the world that rules the ecstasies of all harmonies.
(Generally all ecstasy itself is from harmony only imo)
Words like:
Sky, Vastness, Blueness, Ocean, Oneness,
Freedom, Wonder, Rapture, Union, Ecstasy, Harmony,
Capture the flavor of this chakra.

 

The descent into chaos

chaos

Essentially this experience of mine,
Is a descent into chaos,
Where my body loses its coherence,
And organizes itself around a swarm of chaotic desires,
That form the full backdrop of my experience (as shown in the picture),
While the foreground has me doing all the usual jobs to survive.

It feels like the state in-between lives,
Like a kind of bardo,
Like the night sky full of stars (unlimited possibilities),
Vs. the sunny sky (few overruling possibilities).

But this chaos is also the breeding ground,
For offshoots of creativity,
Because of the sheer awareness of swarms of possibilities.
I feel like I’m swimming in the very same ocean of chaos,
That the psychotic drowns in,
Because my eyes are open here in this ground.
I intuit that this seems like the precondition for psychological rebirth,
Where when the season is right,
A certain powerful creative influx will spring me out of this place/phase,
And organize my life into the next higher freq struct.

This lack of organization diminishes vitality though,
And puts me in a state closer to death.
Birth is really a state where an desire/inspiration seed is sprouting.
So in this case, one sort of returns closer to the seed,
Which is likely to sprout again from a new desire/inspiration,
When the outer conditions are favorable, like the Spring season.

Birth is like Spring, Death is like Winter, for the seed.
The cycle of seasons continue,
Resulting in cycles of birth and death continuously,
Until one transcends in their identity,
And when all desires are sublimated.

Birth and Death follow each other.
Every death heralds a birth following it.
This is the principle.
How long it takes is not as relevant,
That is only a matter of degree.

Creativity is a lot like orgasm

What is the process that leads to orgasm?
Arousal (build up) -> Increasing focus/pleasure/interest/intensity to more and more coherence -> Reaching highest coherence point, the peak attainment -> And then sliding back down with fulfillment/peace/relief/relaxation.

This is a kind of energy pattern:
It feels like all creation comes out of this energy pattern.

A man is born from an “innate inspiration energy/force” – maybe a combination of his own karmic desire and the biological desire for reproduction.
Then there is this will/desire to live/explore/conquer/experience/gather/collect/amass.
The individual then reaches his peak and enjoys the peak satisfaction and attainments.
Thereafter the energies recede into quietude and death,
Where the fire now becomes burning embers, and finally gets extinguished in ash.
The man is no more, and then there shall once again be this explosive inspiration power/energy that can bring him back into existence, to achieve/attain/actualize a new goal/possibility/ideal/inspiration.

All the way from the big bang to the mundane,
There are many day to day things that also have this process:
Making a consumer electronic purchase = similar to an orgasm.
Arousal(Research) -> Increasing immersion/interest/focus/pleasure -> Purchase(orgasm) -> Enjoyment of purchase (exploration, enjoyment, relaxation)

Even making art/writing is similar to an orgasm = the inspiration comes into you = you get immersed and give it form and then reach the peak coherence (completion of the work).

So there are many orgasms of various kinds in one’s life.
The ego itself is an orgasmic journey: From its source desire to its completion/attainment (Kohut’s tension arc in psychological terms).
Sort of like a firecracker, that moves towards the sky with great intensity/power and then “BOOM”, splatters and falls down in a shimmer.

Writing is my ultimate expression of free will

Writing is my creative freedom,
Writing is how I feel my free will,
Writing is how I express my deepest truth,
Writing brings me great fulfillment and satisfaction,
That is unsurpassed and unparalleled.
Writing is the fruit that comes out of my psyche tree.
Writing frees/releases me from whatever I write,
Making space for new content to emerge,
Like the effulgence of a fountain.

More about me

I’m like an RPG character with very low health
So I keep dying zillions of times
But my superpower is infinite regeneration
I can keep coming back again and again

Sometimes I wonder, if all this is really real?
Or are all my experiences part of some dream in the afterlife, and if I am already dead?

People have ‘meaning crisis’ at rare times and it quickly passes away too.
For me it is the other way.
I always live in a perpetual meaning crisis.
For short bursts I have meaning.
In those times, I get ordered and happily pursue the goals that appear.
Then I fall back into nothing, and another spawn happens later.

That is where my endless creativity comes from,
From dying over and over again.
It is like living 1000’s of lives and characters rolled into a single one.
Living in a constant mystery day to day,
Like an endless fountain rising and falling.

Clarity and Complexity

I had a dream in the afternoon where I just felt so sure/assured/totally confident about one small thing.
And this kept on playing again and again in my mind like a loop, and then I woke up.
So this sent me back to the drawing board to contemplate on the nature of life/reality/god/self.

I wanted to structure what happened to me in a larger context/perspective.
I do this all the time, start from scratch and create a new fabric of meaning.
It is a kind of primordial creativity, that I really enjoy giving expression.
So here is my articulation of my thought process.

In the dream there was an immense feeling of certainty for an extremely narrow idea, and it kept on repeating until I woke up.
I think, this is a case of: “clarity + simplicity”
Whereas, for phenomena like mystical experiences of profound certitude, it would be a case of: “clarity + complexity”
Both of the above can also be seen as:
Simple order/harmony/integration —–vs—- Complex order/harmony/integration
An old Nokia 3100 phone (from the early 2000s) —-vs—- An IPhone XS today
Both the devices can work great, be fully functional, and integrated in their design. But what a difference there is, in their complexity!
So this would be a good analogy for: my looping simplistic certitude dream vs. a revelation of profound implications felt in the waking state.

Reflections on my life experience now

wave

I am not able to understand anything totally.
All my ‘intellectual grasps’ are like views from high points of different waves arising in the ocean.
What is the ocean itself?
The more I inquire I see that I am not perception at all.
I am deep sleep itself, the cessation, the void, the unmanifest, from which manifest-conscious arises like a wave and passes back.

This is a time in my life where the ocean does not have any 1 continuous wave, but rather has 100s of waves arising and passing.
Each time, my “perception” arises out of the wave, as a relationship between the wave and the ocean, and then returns to the ocean in deep sleep again.
The ocean is the true fount of my creativity, it creates waves of creative-impulse/inspiration that rise up as manifest-consciousness and after that return to the unmanifest.
The wave is a new creative thought/form/relationship/connection/theme/frame/theory/idea/insight.

It seems like perception and separation are connected because perception is always a relationship.
No relationship = ONE = Union = No perception = A void.

I see a continuous BIPOLAR state in me:
Wildly and quickly oscillating, waxing-waning, coming-going, rising-falling, empowering-disempowering, bright-dark, energetic-dull, free-afflicted.
This strong cycling of dualities makes visible the emptiness and non-essence of all of it.
I am neither depressed nor happy, neither free nor afflicted, neither interested nor bored.
Each is a state of consciousness, a state of the wave’s relationship to the ocean.
When the ocean emits the wave = it creates the positive emotion from the wave’s point of view.
When the ocean pulls back the wave = it create the negative emotion from the wave’s point of view.

Essentially, it is the attachment to the ‘States of consciousness (SOCs)’ that is being tested.
The attachment results in [pleasure+fear] in the rise cycle, and [pain+longing] in the fall cycle.
I realize that my desire is for the WAVE itself and its point of view vs. flatlining into the ocean.
The waves/cycles have also been intense and narrow for me, which causes a mild psychosis like feeling.
The intense creative activity of mine is showing that I am operating very close to ocean.
That is why there is the constant alternation between the ‘end of me’ and the ‘me arising each time differently from a new inspiration’.
I have not had any continuous long-range inspiration at this stage of life nor in this life in general.

We move away from god/unmanifest in an inbreath – wave rising.
We move towards god/unmanifest in an outbreath – wave falling.
My life experience now is more like a series of short-waves, flutter breaths (rapid extremely shallow in-out breaths).
It is like like living 1000s of lives in one life, in very rapid cycles.

I realize my attachments are much more abstract than I thought.
I cling to the peaks of the cycle, and try to increase its dynamic range, i.e. I try to make the lights brighter, and the darks darker.
Each arising wave is like an upsurge of inspiration that separates me from the ocean and allows separation/perception/consciousness/relationship, which is what I desire.
This is my WILL to be, my WILL to exist, my WILL to rise and live as a wave.
So I then try to hold on to these inspirations as far as possible.
This is why there is this continuous clinging present.

It is like living a new character in a new movie everyday, and each time you continuously cling to the movie, because you do not want it to end.
It is like struggling to be born, because various desires push our a wave of birth/inspiration, but they only last a day at most and return to the ocean.