Thank you for your words of appreciation for my writings and talks. Thank you also for your observations and mentioning that whenever you attentively re-listen to the recordings and re-read the works, you are struck by something profoundly new. While I deeply appreciate your gratitude, this is not just related to my works. It is more directly related to you. Each time you attentively re-read and re-listen and something profoundly new is seen, it is seen by you in you. It is your unfolding. The speaker, the writer, simply speaks it and writes it as it is. The unfoldment, the greatest wonder and greatest miracle in the entire creation, is you.
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What are hedge funds and how are they basically worked? These are funds commandeering extremely large pools of money created by the excessively rich and maintained by whiz kids. This money is used, among other things, for manipulating the trading prices of certain stocks and shares. It is systematically done by creating elaborate trading instruments where small amounts of the pooled money are used to leverage massive loans from banks when speculating on mega trading ventures. These massive loans freely given by the banks act as the means for adding more money to the pool. The profits made from the manipulative ventures add to the size of the pool and the banks are handsomely rewarded. If a venture fails, the lending banks in turn are likely to fail. Whenever this happens, national governments are called upon to bail out the banks by increasing taxes on the general public or by imposing other methods of austerity measures. In this way, the money is collected from the public at large to pay for the failed ventures, hence the name 'hedge fund'. This method of wealth transferal to the mega rich has been gaining momentum since the 1980s. Central banks, even the IMF, are all being used as instruments of this game that triggered the massive bank crashes of recent and the subsequent bailouts by national governments having little or no say in the process. The bailout funds were used to save the banks and are still being paid back by the people. This translates to an ongoing upward transference of wealth from the ordinary working people of the world to the excessively rich. There is no value added to humanity in this ingeniously devised wealth transferal process that's entirely driven by greed. When enough people see it exactly as it is, a cure might arise for this terrible disease. What is intelligence? Could it be that illusive something innate in all things? The seed entering the earth and sprouting into a beautiful flower, shrub, tree according to its nature is surely an act of intelligence. Looking attentively, it can be seen that beauty has its own intelligence, that love and compassion has the beauty of its own intelligence. But whenever I'm looking as a Buddhist, Christian, Muslim, nationalist, capitalist, socialist, philosopher, whatever, this natural beauty of intelligence is gone. It becomes twisted, distorted by the wretched condition of the mind. Can we see this? Actually see it? Can we see that knowledge is not intelligence? One can be very erudite, smart, clever, cunning in the ways of the world, in the ways of the projecting consciousness of humanity in its current condition, and yet be devoid of intelligence. When we look at all the wars, pain strife, the wretchedness of the businessman, the violation of humanity, all the wrong actions hidden by suitable regulations, our condition, which is not intelligence, becomes apparent as being the unavoidable norm. Why should it be so? Inquiring into all of this, clearly and sanely, is surely an awakening in the human brain cells to intelligence. Quite obviously, it is only when intelligence is in operation that right action ensues. Transcendence is passing through death First you enter the nothingness and then the nothingness enters you. Soon you realize the only consistency is the nothingness from which all things apparent arise. Do not be moved by any of it. Just stay observing, even without the attention of there being an observer. This will take you deeper until eventually you break through the threshold. Once it is broken there is no turning back. Here you finally transcend the partial world of organized religions, schools of philosophy and whatever ideologies that may have served you along the way. Here it is known these mind-plays have only been pointers to the unknown. At the moment of transcendence all of these pointers lose their potency. You are now the lone swimmer in this vast cosmic matrix, alone yet one with the universe. Stillness is your only mantle. This is stepping into the void, the vast unknown. Courage and fortitude sustain the consciousness that you are. All beliefs are discarded. Now you see through the folly of dogmas, the mind of the masses repeatedly misinterpreting the message of the prophets and visionaries. Do not waste your precious energy trying to live up to expectations of others lost to their particular stories. Right here in your direct experience you see in your being that all their stories are mind-weed trying to escape from the inescapable nothingness. For most of us it takes imminent physical death to see it. If this is where you are right now, this is where your story ends. Being consciously awake at the imminent death of the body, now you know. Here, all is inexplicably seen. At this point, it is fingers open, total relaxation, letting everything go. Now all is clear, the world arising within the pulse in matter imprinting an assumed permanence which is the human mind, the beliefs as the many gods of humanity taking psychological form to sustain our projecting worlds, the social structures taking root as protection against the fear of the piercing truth. No other life form knows such fear. It enters only through the human mind. It is real, but only real unto its own unreality. Now you know that love is no part of it, for this world of the mind is an imposition on the natural purity of the womb. You clearly see your world is not life, nor can it ever be it. You are almost home, no more pretentiousness, no more trying to live up to an image. Physical death is about to return you to life, the consciousness that you are, while your mind as person with all its importance disappears forever through the dust of the body. How blessed you are if you are one of the rare few having passed through this death and here be the presence being it. Source: Being in the Now at AMAZON BOOKS Can you see your karma? Whenever you speak from your personal pain about another, whenever you distort the facts which causes damage to another, whether you do it intentionally or unintentionally, you are accumulating karma. This karma is a dark shadow bearing down upon you for all eternity. Nobody can rid you of it, not even God, only you, you alone can make amends. Your karma is the circumstances of your life in the immediacy of now, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, whatever seems to be happening to you, it is happening as the result of your karma. The main purpose of your particular life on this earth, (you alone making it particular), is the part you must play as the whole of humanity in transcending this karma. When you truly see this, when you see through and beyond the pettiness of self, the understanding is clear. Being diligently attentive, you will naturally not add to it through the pain and vanity of self distorting what is into something what's not. Addressing war criminals Staggering political man Face your world if you can Through media's rusting shield Outspoken scientist dead in field Falsehoods still unchecked Credibility wrecked Destructive wake your one display And horned goat your mask today Twisting political mind Spawning similar kind Scapegoat for putrid Lords' disguise Treachery buried beneath your lies Forked tongue unchecked disgrace Perched to save the ruler's face From hungry wolves should need arise Cold refracting blare Of one-eyed Horus twisted stare No comment from the Northern Gate Slyly smiling at your fate Across the pond there sits in wait Indian chief’s ancestral faith For setting sun on bush ablaze Abyss transcribes your gaze Further into hell you creep So not to hear the mothers weep Chaney chains from hell doth seep To penetrate your restless sleep Now Yemen bombed by your bands Claiming to be the prophet's hands On others passing blame Your trumpet yet the same More hatred fumed More hate consumed Abyss your middle name. Can humanity transcend the degenerate mind? Can we escape the grip of mad politicians? From Babylon to Here A research into the recurring madness is available at Amazon Books and other online platforms Great Unknown, what does it take to see you? Extraordinary will, extraordinary innocence, are these the ingredients? Clever mind ensnared by its own agility cunningly working it out; oh world of shallow distractions, pseudo-intelligence declaring newest formulas, floundering soul grasping onto new-age gurus of plagiarized words, revolving religious heads re-drilling more of the same, newest mobiles flashing nobody's home! Are these not all lamentable self with nowhere to go, re-spinning of dice serving illusory want? Is this where you are, dear lover of life? Extraordinary will, extraordinary innocence, are these the ingredients for liftoff? Alas, world has not eyes to see it! But you have, dear woman, man, reading this now! You alone can see. Be 'presence', exactly as you are, accepting life, your life, exactly as it is. As so just now, this ageless message resounds. As so, I, the great unknown, am always with you. |
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