Keep in touch

golden age - You are God, i become your hand with which you seize, your feet with which your walk...
silver age - you are in heaven of God - you get deluded in the separation and enjoy the garden
there is a He

bronze age - heroism of Ulysse, Hercules to near God by your own strength, use of metal to wage wars (War of Troyes)

metal - there is no God
our age


all live at the same time in different ages, right now...
thing is

you remember it when you are with the right people, with the collective
with higher vibrations
this is why said do not frequent useless groups

and away from them,
you get amnesic and lose the handle
to open the door
you even forget there is a door

So,
keep in touch.

Archetype

Archetype of us that we are separated from
is our God Source we are divided/separated from
this is the fall....

Let it connect on the forehead :
on forehead is "Rabb",
the light of soul ascending there,
is our Rabb

and let it sink and pervade and love and RESONATE into each cells of yours...

let it sink in the parts of your self, deep down in your subconscious, which are not yet submitted
look at which part of yourself within is not a muslim and let it cleanse it.

Quote

Be YOU
be TRUE

LOVE WHAT YOU DO.

-quote from an east asian movie

Local creativity and innovation

Now when i look at people walking in street
it is like there is an outer power which has stage them in a drama
and they live their life thinking they are queen and kings, while in truth
they are just puppet.

it is like when you give someone 0,1% while he used to be ignorant
and when he got it, he believes he is a king
but if he knew that his right to inherit the 99,9% is already his
then he would never feel himself in this prison as a king
but really as a slave
actually he can't believe that he is being stolen of a beautiful energy
which already belong to him
but only due to his ignorance to access it
he is losing it everyday
by wasting a mean to survive
while he could live.

same,
when i heard someone saying to another
we are ready to serve you
i wondered who on earth you think you are to be more ready to serve or find a solution for me
i could do it with those who likewise wish for it

because under this wrong pretext of serving
actually you take no part in the creation process
all the equipment and gadget you see around,
how many of them are coming from your own hand?
produced by you?
most of them came from what is called "companies"
behind some make believe stories of successful young people
introduce them as creators of new ideas.
this is all a make up.

there ARE true innovators and creators
but they are NOT being promoted
unless this be under the name of some company
for the monopole to be secured.

but when local creativity will be promoted
this if France potential
then, true creativity and innovation will outpour here
and everyone will be empowered!
and not a brand name who will empower "them".

we are ALL in charge of ourselves
we ALL have the POWER WITHIN

but we just do not know it.

Advise to invite you to rise from failure and let it go to find your own happiness

apni zingui ke bare mein
About your life

apni pehchan ke bare mein
About recognising your own self/identity

neh tarike se socho
Think in a new way

and if old time let you pain
then forget it.

This is the advice of a mother to a guy who deviated and could not let go of his past mistake,
he just wish to come back to the past,
and in the process could not bear the pain of seeing the one had left, her former wife, be happy without him.

so he wanted back his family, for he had failed in creating a new one for which he had dropped the former one.

So for his own goodness, her mother told him : you repented, you realised your own mistake,
now, let it go, and you took get your happiness as your former partner did, by no more clinging to past but by tapping into the free ocean of abundance in the PRESENT.

My prayer to God

I really wish so much to be freed from my past "bad" experiences and regrets
for whatever i do, i always come back to them as a point of reference to make things out,
which is insane.and so much tiring.
they are weighing down my back
such a heavy burden they are, 
and prevent me to progress FAST on my way.

I wish so much to commit myself in the experiences i choose,
not to go into them on tip-toes,
but really to fully invest myself,
with all of my heart, mind and soul.
and not doubt, and so allow myself to be the best of myself when i do them.
Doubt is such a waste of time, and eater of our good potential and prevent us to realise them,
to be our whole true self.

And finally, I wish so much to be free from the bonds and burden of what others thinks of me
of what they may think, do, say, worry about
for their goals are not my goals
nor my goals will ever be theirs,
at least in this period of time or life time
then why are their worries which are not mine,
still burdening me?
why am i caring for their worries, while they are not, and this i know, not mine?
they are not justified, nor real to me.
then, why do i allow them to play this role also in my life?
they can play this role, for it is their path and choice of it,
but it is NOT mine, so why they wish to over shadow me with their own worries?
if you really wish good to your beloved ones,
aren't you suppose to give them this "credit of trust"?
to trust that they are seeking and WILL find themselves?
to trust that the way they are choosing it is for them to realise their best potential?
then, why the worry? why the choking of others?
why don't you let it be?

I wish to be free from them
if i am the arrow of the bow,
then the bow should let go...
how to achieve this peace of mind?

I wish to be free from all fears,
and just be sure, and happy and finally eternally still to what I AM.

Where is Daddy? Papaoutai

Love this song,
have you noticed?
we like a song when it is associated with an experience

this one was being played on and on, during the Shakti week end ; ) lol

Papaoutai

Dites-moi d'où il vient
Enfin je saurais où je vais
Maman dit que lorsqu'on cherche bien
On finit toujours par trouver
Elle dit qu'il n'est jamais très loin
Qu'il part très souvent travailler
Maman dit travailler c'est bien
Bien mieux qu'être mal accompagné
Pas vrai?
Où est ton papa?
Dis moi où est ton papa!
Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qui ne va pas.
Hein sacré papa!
Dis moi où es-tu caché!
Ça doit
Faire au moins mille fois que j'ai
Compté mes doigts
Hé!
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Ou t'es, ou t'es où papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Ou t'es, ou t'es où papa, où t'es?
Quoi, qu'on y croit ou pas
Y aura bien un jour où on n'y croira plus
Un jour où l'autre on sera tous papa
Et d'un jour à l'autre on aura disparu
Serons-nous détestables?
Serons-nous admirables?
Des géniteurs ou des génies?
Dites nous qui donne
Naissance aux irresponsables
Ah dites nous qui, tient,
Tout le monde sait
Comment on fait des bébés
Mais personne sait
Comment on fait des papas
Monsieur je-sais-tout
en aurait hérité, c'est ça.
Faut l'sucer d'son pouce ou quoi?
Dites nous où c'est caché,
Ça doit...
Faire au moins mille fois qu'on a
bouffé nos doigts
Hé!
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Ou t'es, ou t'es où papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Ou t'es, ou t'es où papa, où t'es?
Où est ton papa?
Dis moi où est ton papa!
Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qui ne va pas.
Hein sacré papa!
Dis moi où es-tu caché!
Ça doit...
Faire au moins mille fois que j'ai
Compté mes doigts
Hé!
Où est ton papa?
Dis moi où est ton papa!
Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qui ne va pas.
Hein sacré papa!
Dis moi où es-tu caché!
Ça doit...
Faire au moins mille fois que j'ai
Compté mes doigts
Hé!
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Ou t'es, ou t'es où papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Où t'es? Papa, où t'es?
Ou t'es, ou t'es où papa, où t'es?

Submitter's comment:

I love this song, it's a true written story about a boy who wants to find his father.

English

Papa, where are you?

Versions: #1#2

Tell me where he came from
Then I'll know where to go
Mama always says when we look really hard
We'll find what we've lost
She says he is never very far away
He often heads off to work
Mama says working is much
Better than being in bad company
Not true?
Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!
(alluding to hide-and-seek game)
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?
Even, whether we believe it or not
There'll be a day we'll believe it no more
One day or another, we'll all be the Papa
And from one day to another, we'll also have vanished.
Will we be hated?
Will we be loved?
Forefathers or geniuses
Tell us...who gives birth
To irresponsible men?!
Come on, tell us who does?
Everyone knows
How babies are made
But no one knows
How fathers are made
Mister Know-it-All,
It's in our blood, that's it.
Should I suck this out of my thumb or what?
Tell me where I can find the answer.
It must be at least a thousand times that
I've sucked my fingers dry.
Hey!
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?
Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!
Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?


source : http://lyricstranslate.com/en/papaoutai-papa-where-are-you.html

Soul Purpose

Very good extract :

Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan:

 

One may ask, 'What is the best way for a person to understand his life's purpose?'

If one follows the bent of one's own mind, if one follows the track to which one is attracted, if one follows one's own inclination, which is not satisfied with anything else, one feels, 

'There is something waiting for me (which one does not know at the time), which will bring me satisfaction.' 

Besides, if one is intuitive and mystical, it is easier still, because then one is continually told what is the purpose of one's life. For nature has such a perfection of wisdom. 

One sees that the insects are given the sense to make their little houses and to protect themselves and make a store of their food. The bees, who have the gift of making honey, are taught how to make honey.

So nature has taught every soul to seek its purpose. 
It has made every soul for that purpose, and it is continually calling that soul to see that purpose. 
If the soul does not hear the call and sleeps, it is not the fault of nature, which is continually calling. 
Therefore, if I were to say in a few words, how to find one's purpose, I would say: by waking from sleep.

   http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/I/I_IV_1.htm


hmm, so far so good, 
this extract brings already a direction, 
it points to the first step 
that most people do not realise 
by even looking at how one could 
like creation is taught by nature
be taught as well 

this is by the way 
what "ummi" means
when refering to the prophet 

it does not mean illiterate
which is a wordly word, meaning too narrow 
it means that it is not taught by books
but by the divine inspiration
as the bee is taught by divine inspiration
how to built its hive.


so call is always there
it all depends if we WAKE up to it or not.

this is the part where no one tells how to wake up.

except for lately, 
when i have been told, 

that when you close eyes
you see things which comes from your "dead" mind
what you see are residues of your day/life
which keeps circling in you.

hence, "dead"
hence it is said that sleep is the sister of death/small death

now, 
there are TRUE dreams, 
in the sense that 
in our TRUE self we NEVER sleep

hence the ayah ul kursi :
The Evidence of the Throne (translated) :

2.255: Allah is He besides Whom there is no god, the Ever living, the Self-subsisting by Whom all subsist; slumber does not overtake Him nor sleep; whatever is in the heavens and whatever is in the earth is His; who is he that can intercede with Him but by His permission? He knows what is before them and what is behind them, and they cannot comprehend anything out of His knowledge except what He pleases, His knowledge extends over the heavens and the earth, and the preservation of them both tires Him not, and He is the Most High, the Great.

http://www.duas.org/Misc/aayat_alkursi.html

a True Self 
never sleep 
no slumber , no tiredness nor sleep

this is our true permanent Self which is also called Archetype by Allah 
near the Throne of Allah, the Kursi (though i have to double check the word kursi and Throne)
but grossly speaking this is the idea

when we are IN IT 
then we are never tired
nor do we sleep
and we have nothing to do anylonger with this world

hence when the prophet said, 
i never sleep, my heart is always awake
The one that has reached enlightenement, 
meaning experiencing this True Self of his
is never asleep

and the dreams exist no more
he has no more dreams.

Though, i know that true dreams and visions exist, 
as the prophet used to have them
so ... ?

may be the world is not dream but Life experienced be it in an outer state of "sleep" of the body or not.
so the true dreams
are when the Ever-present Light of God is been showered
and we LET it pierce and enter into us 
and let it go deep down in our subconsciousness 

so that nothing in a way is given
but only revealed

like when you lit up a dark room
light does not bring with it a new room with accessoires
but they were already there 
except that one could not see till light came

yet, another questions come, 
what is this "transformative energy" then?
so it means that light DOES transform our room by bringing new accessoires?