God as I Know – 03 : Through the eyes of an Assimilator

I am an assimilator.
From the towering Alps to the depth of the Atlantic, I have traveled through the ages and observed Nature in her various moods. I have drowned myself in the beauty of Earth, reveled in her fury, danced in her rains and snowfalls alike, basked in her sunshine and read her Writ. I am humbled before Her boundless grace, her love, her compassion, her acceptance, her tolerance and her beauty. All around me, I see her manifestations and through these I have assimilated all her innocence and her purity.
Innocence is all around – we just need to spread our arms wide and accept innocence in all its myriad aspects. From the pellucid water of the lakes, to the blue seas, white sands, dark clouds, snow-white peaks, blue skies, green valleys, fluttering butterflies and chirping insects – Nature has spread her innocence far and wide for us to absorb and inculcate.
The two small dogs, little more than puppies, play and frolic in the sand. When I pass by them, the black one, Blacky, whines in earnest and wags her tail with all her might. Jumping around in joy, she just runs around me, wanting me to play with her, wanting me to join in their fun, wishing me take notice of her activities, wanting me to love her, to pet her. The spotted one remains tentative, and rejects my offer of biscuits – she is suspicious as ever of humans. I try to convince Spotty, that I am not one of them – I maybe a human, but I am also an assimilator of innocence, but Spotty still remains tentative, she remains unsure of my motives, but Blacky is ecstatic when I offer her biscuits. I move on and they resume their fun and frolic – innocent games of run and catch, rolling in the sand and seeking love from nearby humans – some of whom show tolerance, others show fear. They mistake innocence for hostility.
Innocence is there all around us – but we have lost our faculties to perceive innocence. A child playing with his mother, a cat patiently tolerating her energetic and playful kittens, a tigress feeding her cubs, a crow sitting on a buffalo, a zebra grazing peacefully in the plains, a cow mooing in front of your house seeking water in a hot day, a young kid running and playing with a tyre and a stick on the road ignoring the cold weather, a grandfather playing with his granddaughter – I have found innocence everywhere.
The grace of Mother Nature is infinite and I owe all my faculties and observations to Her. Blessed I am by Her, to see innocence all around me and I through it I see Her all around me.
For God is Innocence.

God As I Know – 02 : Through the eyes of a Space Explorer

The Human Race.
Subject: God As I Know – Through the eyes of a Space Explorer
Nothingness. Infinity. Void.
I have been travelling through the marrow of Nothingness and on the periphery of the Infinite for ages.
How long, you ask?
Long enough, I should say. In Earthly terms, probably a lot more than thousands of days and nights. However for me, or rather for what I am now and in the places I go, time has no meaning. In the course of my sojourns, I have discovered that darkness and light are the one and same. Nothingness is what our Universe is all about. Nothingness is what all matter or non-matter is all about. I, like my space capsule or like my neighboring asteroid, am a floatsam in this great void . I jouney through Nothingness on the rims of the Infinite. The Infinite, to me is just a tightly wound unending coil in the Void and the Void is but another manifestation of the Infinite.
I am not a particularly religious man, never have been in the conventional sense of the term. Long back when I was a human, I had read the great philosophical and scientic works of the Masters in Sanskrit, German, English, Hebrew and so many other languages. (By the way, I know 24 differnt languages, although that’s neither here nor there). What used to bewilder me was the concept of zero and infinite. The human mind, encased as it is in the confines of our five senses and three dimesnions, fails to comprehend these concepts in absolute terms – our understanding is, has been and shall always be relative, except for an Einstein or a Stephen Hawking who talk of nothing less than four dimensions.
“Aham Brahmasmi” (I am Brahma) – the old Sanskrit texts claim. “All is One and One is All” . What were these Great Men talking about? It took me years and years in these extreme places to even begin to comprehend what they had realized sitting on Earth.
Extreme places? Yes, sir. I am an inhabitant of extreme places. These are places where you can realize the merging of space and time. These are places where the higher dimesnional entities slowly unfurl from their tightly coiled state and begin to reveal their self. I have been on the outside of the outer periphery of places where time stands still and light is sucked into the vortex of immense gravity. I have traversed the regions of extereme stellar violence, magnificient colors and brilliant lights. I have existed in the general monotone of Nothingness.
And to realize what the Great Ones were saying, I had to give up everything. Or rather my forced surrender of all human bondage made me who I am. I have nothing and I am nothing. I know of people who have no homes. I know of people who have no states. I know of people who have no country. But have you ever met someone who has no planet to even call his home? Whose only companion is the space capsule in whose interiors he exists?
If you haven’t, well, do not worry. Meet X. Meet me – well if meeting me is possible. For I do not know where I am. Again, in the context of Nothingness and Infinite, where and what and when and why are meaningless concepts.
Long long time back, I had left the planet called Earth, my home at one time but now your planet, along with my fellow astronauts and cosmonauts for the International Space Station. Disaster struck midway and I was ejected into the voids in my small space capsule. I dont know what happened to the others but I survived, if this is what you call survival. Since then this Nothingness in Infinity has been my everything. This tiny capsule is my life – I lie down almost all the time and sometimes I manage to sit, but there is hardly any space. Ironical isnt it? I literally have all the space in the Universe around me but nothing for me. “There lies the rub”. Succintly put by the Bard, I should say.
I do not eat. There is nothing to eat. I do not drink. I do not sleep. In the void I subsist on what you call Dark Matter – the primeval force – unseen, eternal and omnipresent. I subsist on the light of differnt stars when I pass by them – and believe me that is few and far between. During these times I absorb energy from them not knowing when I’ll pass a star next. Once back in the void, its all about Dark Matter again. And this is my life.
Whoever said that the Universe was all about the Infinite didnt know what he was talking about. They still dont. But I know what I am talking about. The Universes is about both the infinite and the nothingness. I have seen both the zero and the vast – to me they are the one and same and in them I have seen God and Gods myriad mathematics, grandeur and splendour.
I do not know if I will ever come back to earth. However, I do know what all the Great Men on Earth were talking about. There might not be any greatness in me but I have seen God both within and without. I experience God in every moment of my multi-dimensional existence.
For God is the Infinite Nothingness.
Austronaut X
Others in the Series “God as I Know”
Part 1 – Through the Eyes of a Desert Nomad
Part 3 – Through the Eyes of an Assimilator
Part 4 – Through the Eyes of a Blind Cat

God As I Know – 01 : Through the Eyes of A Desert Nomad

Throughout my life, I have seen Mother Earth in her most furious and destructive moods as well as in her noblest and most benevolent moods. I have seen her constancy, I have been wonder-struck by her unimaginable beauty, I have admired her divine art, and I have reveled in her cyclical anomalies.

I have walked the flat surface along with my tribe – I have trudged the sandy flats. Vast featureless landscapes as far as the eyes can see. I have climbed the rocky desert mountains – where only me, the rocks, mother Earth and the Sun talk to each other. Like an anvil the heat beats my head and pounds the rocks. Even the proud rocks are afraid to utter a single sound lest they invoke the wrath of the Mighty Sun.

Sand or rocks – there is no sound, there is no existence, there is no vegetation, and there are no clouds in the sky, only an unending pattern of sand and rocks.

For thousands of years we have maintained a balance – and faced the wrath of Nature at its extreme. We have roamed and wandered and moved from place to place and time to time. We are the Nomads who are inhabitants of the arid desert landscape of our Mother. We maintain an equilibrium with the civilized dwellers who live in other parts of the world.

Vegetation cover out here is sparse, almost non-existent. It is a wilderness beyond all wildernessess. It is bleak, desolate, sandy at some places and rocky in some. Sand, sand, sand everywhere – undulating dunes – which seem to have stood frozen through the centuries. Rocks and rocks – proud rocky hills – staring proudly at the Sun – crumbling mountains – new mountains forming everyday – that is what my world is all about.

I roam from rock to rock, sand dune to sand dune – I eat desert mice and I pray. I have no religion, no roots, no lineage – yet I pray. The sun burns my skin, the burning sand scalds my skin, the hot air burns my soul – but I go on and on and I pray. Featureless planes, similar patterns – everything seems to be the same – constant, unchanging, unyielding.

But this constancy is not real.

I know everything moves when the storms come. I have seen such desert storms – I have been in such desert storms – I have seen the vast waves of sand hundreds of feet high as they come racing towards us. I have seen the unprepared being sucked into the womb of this sand-wave monster and never being found again. I see nothing when I am in the Storm. It makes me realize how insignificant we are in the face of our Mother’s wrath.

I have seen old mountains being destroyed and new mountains being created. I have seen beautiful sand art as our Mother carves infinitely beautiful images on her sandy canvas. Creation after destruction. Once the storm is over, I feel the lull. Once the sand-mist clears and the veil lifts from my eyes, I see once again exquisite art carved out of the uncarvable. Only Nature can create something so beautiful. I have seen and been witness to the eternal cycle of destruction and creation, which very few have the good fortune to experience.

Yes I am one of the very few favored sons of Mother earth.

I have seen, touched, smelt, tasted, heard and realized Beauty everyday of my life – I realize God every moment of my life.

For God is Beauty.

The Line

the line

the line

I have always been fascinated by the unparalled beauty of the first dimension.

Yes, I am talking about the line. The fact that an entity can extend in diametrically opposite directions towards infinity from a central point has been a central point of my existence.

When I was a kid, my dad would come back from office and often find me either drawing a straight line or staring very intently at a line segment I had drawn.

“Look, Daddy .. here’s a line I have drawn”. I would proudly show him a near perfect line I had drawn.

“Very good”, he would say and smiled appreciatively. I would get motivated and tried rendering still more accurate lines.

One fine day, he pointed out “What you have drawn is actually not a line, but rather a line segment”. This was a remarkable day in my life and changed my entire perception of the 1st dimension.

My fascination for this pristine geometric order kept on increasing until one day I made a remarkable discovery. If I folded the paper in a cylindrical fashion, the line segment actually became a circle! Just imagine, you change a dimension and a line becomes a circle.

I reported this weird phenomenon to Daddy. He smiled in his knowing way and said “You’ll discover many such things as you grow up – but this is one of the biggest things as yet! Good job!”

If a line could become a circle by merely adding a dimension (rolling a page into a cylinder), then anything could be possible. The human mind, bound as it is in the constraints of time and space often fails to realize the significance of many things.

This incident made me realize the limitless possibilities of the human mind.

Now there was no beginning or end – everything coalesced into one line.

There was no infinity, yet if you travel on a circle there is neither beginning nor end.

You can look towards the future or you can come back to your past.

As time went by, the larger implications became clear. Human mind is a creation of utmost refinement.

The line or circle (or call it what you may) became my motivation. I could do anything as long as I was traversing the line.

There was no past, no future, no beginning, no end – just a continuity where you travel and travel. At the end of the day, it is a matter of competing with yourself.

I am my own answer.

Break Free

Break Free
Break Free

Break free and run.

Tear off the shackles.

These were the thoughts running through my head after I saw the Dog.

I was on my way from Karunamoyee to Technopolis.

The traffic suddenly slowed down because the 3-lane road converged to 2-lanes – the middle lane was empty.

We all looked at the middle lane, wondering why, when suddenly I saw the Cause.

It was a Dog. Running like hell. Right through the middle of the road. Without any thought, any fear, any apprehension – totally focused on a destination whatever it might have been – the dog streaked by.

The supreme indifference with which the Dog treated the nearby traffic was a visual delight.

The dog had broken free and had torn off all the shackles. It ran like a possessed being – unafraid, focussed and unwavering.

It set me thinking – I need to break free.

I need to tear off all shackles.