Entering the Ocean of Existence: Code “Bliss” Data Encryption Ishavasya Upanishad 1st Movement


The Peace Mantra from Ishavasya Upanishad:

Lord Ganesha

OM Purnamadah purnamidam purnat purnamudachyate

Purnasya purnamaadaya purnamevavashishyate

Shantih! Shantih! Shantih!

”That is complete, this is complete.

From that completeness comes this completeness.

If we take away this completeness from that completeness…

Only completeness remains”.

VYAS GUFA (Cave) and Ganesha Gufa are near Badrinath Dham. In fact, its few kms walk from the temple to Mana village which is India’s last border post. Beyond that is Tibet *********

”When the Peace is established, this higher or Divine Force from above can descend and work in us. It descends usually first into the head and liberates the inner mind centres, then into the heart centre . . . then into the navel and other vital centres . . . then into the
sacral region and below. . . . It works at the same time for perfection as well as liberation; it takes up the whole nature part by part and deals with it, rejecting what has to be rejected, sublimating what has to be sublimated, creating what has to be created. It integrates, harmonizes, establishes a new rhythm in the nature.”

– Sri Aurobindo or The Adventure of Consciousness by Satprem




In that deep ocean of existence

You don’t need to merge with anything thing at all

Because you are that which is existence itself

You are that which is consciousness and bliss

When there is supreme ecstasy

The sun, the stars,

And the brilliant moons have emerged from your navel

You may not fade into oblivion but remember that all

Emerging from the centre you radiate in all directions

Your music has become space and time

You have not withered like the stone or the tree

But have flowered through the eons

Cycle after cycles

No dust ever settled or scratched the bosom of your heart

Forever young and pure

The symphony of your mind has dost touched the matter of forms

You are not seen but you are the witness of all

The Seer is the All-Perceiving Eye of the manifested world

You are who you are in all that glorious effulgence

No name is subscribed no form is allotted

You who art Thou have played the endless tunes of existence alone

May I pray to you this very moment

Through the verse or a song

Reclining above in the summit of all forces

In the infinite riches of the Supreme Light

The Crown of the King is the primordial mind

Where nothing stirs or quivers

Only a blank stillness of a supreme poise

Anoints the feet that trod the earth in all golden ways….


Ingmar Bergman’s The ‘Existential Board Game of Chess’ and Unfolding of the Virtual Reality Beyond Space-Time:Self-Existing Awareness and Pure Intelligence (Abode of Sacred Ganeshnatha)


Ganesha and Kundalini Energy

Lord Ganesha and Serpent Energy


I have seen in the 4 directions,

Rakta Ganesha Tibetan Thangka Painting

Raktya Ganesha, Old Tibetan Thangka

Darkness and light rally against each other
But none wins
And there’s no loser
Gods have descended in the valleys and plains
Angels and demigods have erected mansions out of thin air
But for whom did they create?
Man slept in the caves and bred races of new men
Fought for flesh and bones
And for technology and women

Learned the semoitics of langue and parole

In ‘A game of chess’

Life and death alternating between the seasons

Hearts throbbing

Lord Ganesha Folk Art

Lord Ganesha Folk Art

Like stars in the distant galaxies

Flickering like a candle flame

Surge of windy waves blow them out

Writing epitaph of the songbird and elephant

In gold letters of dust
While woman stood the ground
They declared their independence and solidarity
And children begged or laughed and were killed
Saints and yogis came to help

Cannonized by time

They incarnated the holy syllables
And joined the circus
Preaching divine love
And all that is everlasting
But none will remain in end my friend
This drama soon will fade and die

The Seventh Seal Chess Game

Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal (Chase Game Scene Life vs Death)

Another one in another time
An actor will strike his virtue

Amitabha in the Pure Land

Amitabha Buddha In the Pure Land

Polished by the educational enterprises


Mountains are strong and old
Streams of cold benevolence
Shrouded the black vestige of a meteorite rock
They called it the sacred lingam
They called it so and perpetuated mantras
They too have their presence and absence
All frail like a spider’s web
Weaving poisons and ambrosia
Reflecting stories endlessly
Mind-Speech-Body continuous

A wheel within a Wheel

Running and Screaming

Like Turner’s ‘Rain, Steam and Speed’
Creating unfathomable mysteries
Like the lotus in a pond or inside a jewel
Counting breathing cycles and beads
For an apparent purification of our selves
For the sake of all sentient beings
For the love of the meadows where the fish and the bird
In the morning mist will poetically embrace the artist and his muse
For the salon in Paris or NY
And breaking champagne bottles amidst a cheerful crowd
Committing sin forsaken by a prayer
In a country churchyard
Or inside the temple
Under the red sky
Where the sun has shed a tear
Like a droplet of rain
Splitting light into seven frequencies
Without knowing what it is
And playfully in the void you will not hear a song, my friend
I promise you will not hear the song anymore
Because end is the beginning of another journey
Too tiresome for a traveller like me
So, I have seen in the 4 directions
Darkness and light rally against each other
But none wins
And there’s no loser

They only extinguish each other.





The Secret of the Opening of the Trunk and the Future Time of the Kalki Avatar: YOU NEED A BUS LOAD OF FAITH TO GET BY (LOU REED)

Jim Morrison, 1968 Frankfrut Circa/Photograph by Alten Nikolaikirche

Jim Morrison, 1968 Frankfrut Circa/Photograph by Alten Nikolaikirche


Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened and the
infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus’d searching
here & there for teachers & friends.

– Jim Morrison

“Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map     Lou Reed REST IN PEACE
that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West he calls on her wearing a leather vest
the earth squeals and shudders to a halt


I’ll take Manhattan in a garbage bag with Latin written on it that says
“It’s hard to give a shit these days”
Manhattan’s sinking like a rock, into the filthy Hudson what a shock
they wrote a book about it, they said it was like ancient Rome
The perfume burned his eyes, holding tightly to her thighs
and something flickered for a minute and then it vanished and was gone
– Lou Reed (NY Album/Romeo Had Juliette/1989)

The Secret of the Opening of the Trunk and the Future Time of the Kalki Avatar

Time runs through the trunk

Either way

Eternity not a fixed point or any closed-end

When inside that trunk, your heart touches the light

As moment of infinite possibilities in the superposition

Ganesha Patachitra, Orissa: The WRITING

Ganesha Patachitra, Orissa: The WRITING

Then the Schrödinger’s cat is no more a function of time-space vertices

Or, of the mind (the Observer /Subject)

But, of the Eye of the Non-Local Consciousness that generates possibility vectors

And Hamiltonian cycle algorithms ( YOU NEED A BUS LOAD OF FAITH TO GET BY)

The sign of the art of Kalki is the cat

The cat in the worm-hole is the destiny of the future time

And time still flows down the trunk

Tree trunk


White Elephants of Dali Crossing the Event-Horizon

The Lord is Siddhi Vinayaka! (You Need a Bus Load of Faith to Get By)