The Power of Intuition

Interpretation comes to man naturally only because he has allowed it to flourish. It is a matter of habit to judge, assess and claim. You are denied the privilege of an empty mind. An empty mind is like a reservoir without fluid. It isn’t something to be achieved. To attempt to attain it would lead to an illusion of conceptualizing emptiness. It is rather self-defeating. You will do to look at it as a concept like nothingness or maybe infinity in the sense that you can’t quantify it. Only in that sense will it serve as a specimen or an object of analysis. The analysis would no doubt prove futile if we build a revolving thought process on it or should I say obsess on it. There is nothing to consume in the first place. What can thought derive out of emptiness? You may only experience it. Mind cannot be empty. Either mind persists or there is emptiness. An empty mind qualifies nothing. What is the purpose of this article then? It is certainly not about negating thought. I stand to view the root cause of its meditation. The root cause is the habit of interpretation. You learn to interpret by the scientific method that you are taught to employ, right from the day you got initiated into education. Science does not teach us telepathy. You are left to guess the thoughts of the other individual. But why is it then that we still tend to interpret in the dark horizon of uncertainty when science cannot penetrate into it? The answer lies in the belief that life is predominantly logical. We rely on logic so heavily that in our quest to find solutions to metaphysical puzzles, so to say we perceive and study it the way we study material objects. Our dependency on logic is one of the reasons for our interpretational tendency. The other strikes me quite obviously to be an emotional dependency on science for answers to the mysteries of the unknown and probably even the unknowable. By unknowable I simply mean that it is not in the realm of knowledge.
Other people’s impressions of us matter to us a lot. It puts tremendous pressure on man when his survival is dependent on the opinions of his superiors or authorities; let us say in the work place. What your boss thinks about you seems to you to be vital to your growth. Every message that he conveys to you, every word that he utters however vague it may be affects you and you tend to catch on to it and correlate it to yourself. You take personal meanings of ambiguous statements that he makes apart from the direct statements he makes about you. Let us suppose he doesn’t talk to you much in a particular day, your anxiety about whether he may be angry with you may manifest in your mind in the form of doubts. You will not be content with doubts. You are desperate to reach conclusions. You then take the worst probable case and believe it as though it were the truth. You assume therefore that he is upset with you, which you think is the reason for his silence. You know rationally that you cannot conclude based on one of events, so you tell yourself ,”My intuition tells me that there is something wrong and I have to stay on guard.” You may even go to the extent of preparing for the worst possible outcome. When your boss calls you, your anxiety haunts you. You are in a temporary spell of the fear of what might happen. He surprises you by saying, “I had a meeting; it didn’t go off well. That has sort of spoilt my mood. You appear to be worried today. Do you want to share anything with me?” Your anxiety transforms into exhilarating relief. What you call intuition here is the signals that you sensed through external behaviour which you perceived. You then draw conclusions based on the signals because you cannot escape the discomfort caused by your emotions. It is a crisis of emotions and not intuition. The problem with intuition is that it is vague. Intuition is helpful in certain circumstances where our experience comes to our aid when we are dealing with difficult problems. It gives us the confidence in times of uncertainty but it is really your habit of interpreting a present experience with some experience in the past and you think that it may yield the same results. It may not always be the case. But the heart connects where the mind decays and you feel that there is something in it for you. This is an eager anxiety to escape uncertainty. So what would be confidence in a situation where we have nothing to lose gets converted into signals of danger when you get into a situation where a loss may be costly. We need to remind ourselves in both the situations that by verification we can arrive at certainty. Then after confirmation of our doubts we will be favourably disposed to act accordingly.
Emptiness is the result of complete thought. When a thought is incomplete the mind cannot be empty.

The Silent Killer

There is only the age of decadence and the ‘taking for granted’. Admitted, taking for granted at times is inevitable but life would be elegant to the individual and those around if what is taken for granted is examined. Right from our childhood in schools we are taught to compete and the utter nakedness of competition becomes apparent in later life.

A child who has achieved distinction as a consequence, will grow up to have a favourable opinion about the system as long as achievement is consistently maintained. A child who fails continuously will naturally be disposed to rebuke at the faults of the system. No one has any consideration for this unfortunate soul who is face to face with psychological failure and nothingness.

All of us desire with wantonness that there should be the so called ‘lesser individuals’. The system respects achievers and forces the non-achievers or underachievers into a gloomy feeling of stifling inadequacy. Parents of achievers in general, look down upon those with difficulties. The underachiever is seen as a nuisance to society therefore not respected. The child feels distraught and suppresses it till it develops into a preserved wrath. The flame is kept burning by constant censure. Everywhere he goes, heads turn away and his sincerity, which once was music, now transforms into rebellion.

What happens to this individual no one knows; no one is in the least bit concerned. The enemy of society is made by others; the being of authenticity is made by one self. The child as he grows up to be an adult has to make himself. How does he do that? He does it by looking around for people who are in a similar predicament. If he finds nobody ready to confess the sheltered forlornness, then the dormant volcano, which once was, manifests in the difference that he has made of himself. He sees no philosophy worth pursuing because he finds all philosophies to be merely tranquilizers. What he needs is to give a sentient expression to his preserved rebellion. This rebellion of his has made a choice to be subtle in his expression of wrath so that a concern for his movement is established.

There is no collective consciousness that can sabotage his existence. He understands that society is an intangible illusion. Through commitment to his anguish and rebellion he finds his peace of mind restored. His carefree words and thoughts stem from his experience of being sidelined all his life. One learns from such a phenomenon the dullness and the decadence of the spirit of the age. Only when we look at our assumptions closely we begin to experience a feeling of undying empathy for ‘the silent killer’. What we have long taken for granted has to finally erupt.

An Unknown Friendship

A dear friend has come back,
Thrilled I am to meet his smile
With some recollections wild.
My words are all my mind share,
Filled with triffles as always,
Puzzles me his laughter mild!
I corrode thinking alone,
My friend who was an island,
Now is with me to sing songs.
We play a soft melody,
That catches by the fire,
Lost friendship quick time prolongs!
Take me with joy my close friend,
To the courtyard of your dorm,
I dare say my words I crush
In the evening of the dawn,
We are happy let it be,
The blood frozen to the rush!
He senses all my feelings,
Welcomes me flashes in speech,
I shall take you along friend.
From the green hills of fresh joy,
We left for the instant sea,
Where shells of life deeply blend!

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Freedom is subtle,
From it springs a discipline
Carefree yet gentle.

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Body is sacred,
Thirsty soul needs salvation;
From hope and hatred.

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Leaps to beauty,
Lives a life beyond atoms;
Verse in melody.

The Phlegmatic Being

The present shall become past
This moment can give way fast,
To some with hope they don't want
Letting go for some they can't,
This moment bleeds life in haste
So its bliss being can taste;
One who enjoys current trend
Finds all rivers slowly bend,
To a sea that levels all
The waves that rise also fall,
One who detests this moment
Wants to end its element;
To a sea that lends surprise
The waves that fall also rise,
Like a ship that thou shall sway;
Your being blessed anyway!