You might be aware of more things than you otherwise would, but to what end?

Use twitter and the cacophony of

voices ensure that you get caught up in the thick of thin things. You get stuck in the world of likes, tweets and
retweets and lose sense of the issues that are pertinent to your own spiritual evolution. You lose your internal
balance. Your internal compass is pointing everywhere; your attention is nowhere. Your ego goes into hyper drive.
Construct your argument in 140 words or less, impose your reality channel on everyone else, bash your opponents
into submission and - at-least in your own mind - lay the issue to rest. Keep pluming your ego. As Steven Pressfield
put it – the amateur tweets, the professional writes.

As an author, you are bound to experience writers block. You have been embroiled in it for the last one year. You
know the experience itself is essential to get an insight into the generic problem as it applies to you. When the issue
gets individuated, you are in a position to figure out the unique medicine that would work for you. Experience is
crucial for ensuing insight. Be grateful for having experienced writers block, learn you lesson, and make a solemn
pledge to never let this happen ever again.

I keep imagining on how to react to the host of experiences that destiny is lining up for me; how would I converse
with my relatives, what arguments would I indulge, how would I overcome their objections and it goes on and on.
The point is, all of it, lies within the realm of my experience. And if so, then it is pliable. In fact, I can mutate it to a
form that would be convenient for me – which apparently is silence.

Can you make a radio that can tune into spirit worlds? Edison worked on it. Probably, someone, somewhere out
there, has already succeeded.

Arguably, the biggest lesson that I have experienced first-hand is the law of reversed effort: the harder you try, the
more fucked up it gets. Another: Desiring with my whole heart. It seems nothing can incite savage desperation in
me. Again, I fail to utilise the calming down of the morphogenic field that happens at night; When the gates open, I
am sound asleep. When the gates close, I wake up and begin knocking.

There can be no hope if you don’t develop a magical memory – it is the sine quo non for the path that you are
treading. And all of its development rests on the simple belief that you indeed have a magical memory. Implant this
belief deep within your subconscious. Memory leads to knowledge and vocabulary. Infuse that with altered states of
consciousness and magic will start to flow from your fingers.

When thoughts intrude, are they in response to stimuli emanating from unseen dimensions? Is it someone knocking
at the dimensional barriers which cocoon us? If thoughts arise in response to stimuli, what accounts for the
disjointed, weird, unique thoughts that emerge whenever we are in a contemplative state – thoughts that have no
precedence and could not have emerged from our private, known world of thought.

What Howard Gardner did not quantify was mystical intelligence – the ability to perceive the dance of energy
underlying matter and the power to change it wilfully.

Train your willpower by exercising absolute control over your body. Sit in a spot and do not make any unnecessary
movements. For the longest possible time, sit absolutely still, and then some more. Make it your servant.

One of the keys that I have been shamelessly ignoring that when I read multiple books at the same time, I tend to
read more. Why I have not utilised this insight to get through more books is a mystery to me – another cruel joke of
frather albertus.

It allows me to retain enough hope that can enable me to get through the next day. Retain enough hope to get
started.

How much of your workstation reminds you of the life that you are trying to leave behind?

Even reincarnations would take place within the same city. This was the city that lived, where anything could live,
life’s last refuge, the last stand
Often, there are disturbances in the neighbourhood when I read; Isn’t it an opportunity to listen to Wagner?

Interpenetrate, congeal, become one

I found it difficult to follow the suggestion of @@@ to “###”

The Proverbial bait that materialises and screws up my effort every single time. One of my biggest baits is that
whenever I am onto something, there is this inner compulsion that keeps prompting me to make a few changes –
whether in the environment or in the very act that I am involved in – and in trying to do that, I slip out of the zone
that I had inadvertently, and luckily, landed in. It never gets better – the situation is always perfect for the work at
hand. Stop trying to make the effort perfect and finish the bloody task.