An Infinitesimal Vision of an Infinite Future

what human existence will be once we collectively transcend the ego cannot be fathomed by the thinking mind, and so this vision is relatively worthless, but I wish to express it nonetheless.

I envision a world where all beings are immediately, always charged with the bliss and possibility of naked existence. Nobody is a stranger any more. There are no friends and strangers, only us, as one. Tech and concrete will be replaced, although not entirely for they do serve a select purpose, by nature once again. Human existence will be eight of ten parts creative expression, joy and laughter, large groups of beings always in an existence that will take some form of semblance to what we call a 'party' today, and two parts 'work, even this 'work' will not be dreary 'in order to' work, it will be self expression and discovery of ideas, use of the mind as a tool to create, not an uncontrolled compulsive inventing entity that invents more chaos than it does peace.

There will be integrity and efficiency in dealing with resources, and hence equitable distribution and the complete non existence of poverty and scarcity. The ego needs desires, needs cars, needs wealth, needs resources, to attempt to feel whole, but never does. Transcending the ego will put to rest these useless desires, while all beings feel whole. Resources will be perfectly available for creative expression and equitable distribution when the ego no longer exists. When we REALIZE our source, our oneness, we feel not inferior or superior, but divinely and inherently infinite and equal in our divinity – without any concept of inferiority or superiority. The concepts will cease to have ever existed. When there is neither the feeling of superiority or inferiority, both perfect self expression as well as perfect regard for other beings and hence perfect harmony will manifest in our existence.


A group of beings will walk from opposite ends on a road. When they meet, there will be infinite joy and exchange of divine presence expressing itself divinely. Within moments the beings will connect, laugh, hug, embrace, be liberated and connected before they even met, because they exist in the only truth that all is the same, all is the one, all is the bliss and perfectness of the source. Then part ways with the same joy and enthusiasm that they came in union with.

Intuitive communication will be shared with animals, nature will become an integral, communicable part of our existence, not something 'else' from us, not something that we cannot communicate and interact with, not something to simply be observed.

Pain and worry will not exist, for how can pain and worrying exist when every being is in a state of eternal zest and gratitude for the very existence of life itself. How can one be unhappy or discontent if one is completely fulfilled by the all and nothing that is forever existent – by the very gift of existence? No 'problems' or conflicts are anywhere near serious enough to not find a workable, peaceful solution when these problems cannot any longer be viewed as negative entities, only some kind of puzzle to be solved from a third perspective, not in favor of either beings involved or motivated by desires of the private consciousnesses.

When two beings attract, inhibition will not exist. The infinite passed opportunities in everyday human life today when people connect but do not express due to fear, robbing themselves of the possibility of something phenomenal in favor of abiding by the fear, will not exist.

Heaven will manifest upon this Earth. No, not any religious rendition of heaven, but simply bliss and the divinity of existence.

Follow the "I"

Follow the “I”

Disidentify with both body and mind
And therein great treasure you will find.

Not hidden golds of glories apast
Not personal wealth of coin so vast.
But the shared, limitless bounty of infinity
The all pervading treasure of divinity.

Sitting upon this mystery chest are we
Only a mystery because we do not see;
Do not look within and without
To see our endless fortune pouring out.

Who is “I”
What intangible is it that refers each waking moment to what self?
This “I” sleeps when the body sleeps
“You are your body”, you can safely shelf.

Who is “I”
What intangible is it that follows each thought and assumes with it identity?
This “I” sleeps while your thoughts dream on uncontrolled
Identification with this senseless automaton does blacken serenity.

Are you the ears that ring
The eyes that see?
The skin that responds to stimuli with immediate glee?
For the blind, deaf, body-burnt have of these none
Yet the “I” nowhere does flee.

Body, mind, senses will decay
Into the softn'd dust will tatter and fray.

Wealth of coin will pass hand to hand, never to claim a timeless owner
Men and their ideas will come and so shall they go
But the river of life unbound by these shall forever flow.

Identify with these, and the sorrow of impermanence shall forever dark'n your faint heart
Abandon all and seek, chest out, the white hand inexplicable
No longer shall you weep “of this universe you are but a speck in part”;
Soul will cry out “That art thou!”
And find itself in every stroke of the divine art.

No Wall

Born into illusion
Of insufficiency right now
Headstrong, teeth clenched, they dive into delusion
Against the wall of walls they plow.

Bitter in inability to surpass the walls
They vow to fight harder as their inner space crashes and falls.

They run they rage
Attempting to escape an invisible cage.

New clothes they wear every morn and every moon
Hoping that this new this time will sing the right tune.
That now their lives will rectify - and soon.

Hours pass, new costume does not grant the wished boon
Their cries for salvation and wholefulness aside are strewn.

Where do you run, what from do you cringe and seek forth an else?

Right here right now
Sufficient and full preceding birth itself
"Something else" now forever shelf.

There is no cage
No obstacle course
Abide in the self
You are the universal life force!

Already perfect, there is nothing to add
There is nothing more than nothing more to be ever had!

It is not fulfillment nor joy nor glory you seek
It is seeklessness
Invisible, seemingly silent and meek.

You wish the seeking to cease, and that is true and that is all
So where do you keep looking forth in hope that some bright shining star will fall?
Cease seeking
Stop running
Abide in the self
And then there is no wall!

The Short Story of George Flowman

The Short Story of George Flowman



George Flowman was an ordinary boy who lived in the suburbs of California, who grew to be an ordinary teenager, and finally became an ordinary adult.

He lived an ordinary life – worked for pay, with the pay he bought ordinary food – pizza ,pasta, burgers, chinese takeout – you know, the usual stuff. With the pay he bought an ordinary house – a twin sized bed, two couches, a large television set, a nice sound system, a washing machine to wash his normal sized collection of clothes – you know, the usual hundred odd garments of tops, bottoms, underwear, socks. He spent the usual amount of time at work, to earn the money to pay for these usual things, and experienced the usual amount of stress, vexation, and anger at his job. Everything was just perfectly normal.

Then, one day, before Christmas, George drove down to a crowded shop complex to make some purchases. He got out of his car that was parked far away due to the lack of parking, and started making his way towards the shops. He saw crowds upon crowds of people everywhere, wearing their winter clothing, some returning to their cars some going to the stores. Some excited and anxious, some nervous and troubled, for Christmas shopping was a time of stress and toil for many – gifts had to be bought to light peoples' lives up, and this was a matter of grave seriousness and a source of much trouble.

Suddenly, without notice, everything changed. No...everything stayed the same, the way George saw everything from within his head changed. Suddenly, there was beauty and connection and love and unbelievable, causeless, auspiciousness everywhere. Every moment, every man, every child, the snow, the air itself, seemed innately connected – without concept of disconnection, seemed innately in love and beloved – without concept of hated, seemed an expression of perfect divinity every second – without concept of undivine. Everything transformed, George could no longer feel separate in the smallest way from anyone or anything, everything was him and he was everything – everything was everything, wholly a part of a divine, intended painting. There was no separation or disconnection, the feeling simply ceased to have ever existed.

The change was so total, so profound, that George could not even notice it. Everything was so right and so perfect, that the way he looked at the world before still occurred as right and he did not even remember or think of it at all. George's view of everything had transformed, and with it George such that George knew not even that he had changed.

He kept walking towards the stores. A father and his young child were returning to their car. The child looked at George, George looked right back and smiled at the child as if it were his own, and ruffled the child's hair with love as he walked by. The father was startled, alarmed, almost scared. Quickly, he grabbed the child, and started walking faster on to his car. He sharply reprimanded the child and told her never to look at strangers again, for strangers are dangerous.

George walked on towards to the stores. A pretty young lady was having trouble getting her purchases into her car. Without a moments hesitation, he started assisting her, picking up her bags and putting them into her car. The lady shrieked. “Ill call the police! Get away from me!”. A little confused, yet still perfectly composed and feeling connected, George nodded and walked on.

Just before George reached the store, he came across a young lady who's shopping cart was quite firmly stuck in the snow. Naturally, he started helping her. With a faint, embarrassed smile she said, “thats alright ill get it”, George simply smiled and kept helping. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face a bulkier man. “Didn't you hear her? Get lost, are you hitting on my girl?”. George replied, having understood the threat to be only a question, for in his world hostility and threat had ceased to exist. “Why no, I was helping her with her stuck cart”. The man replied, “Get lost, she has her boyfriend to do that”. Unnerving but a little quizzed, George walked on into the store.

Two years later, a beautiful snowfallen countryside finds a twenty two year old George leaning on a fence that separates the residential part of the country – a parking lot with a food-van – and a pristine natural forest.. George stands leaning over the fence for an hour and a half facing the forest. Various people buying food from the food van and parking their cars notice him. Occasionally, some would ask “you ok there man?”. George would reply with a radiant, natural smile, “How could anything not?”.

A young girl, eighteen or twenty or so in age, leaning against the van and eating a hot dog takes a fancy to him and his aloof, seemingly maverick ways. She walks upto him from behind and leans over the fence next to him.

“Hi”, she says.

“Hello”, says George, love and connection radiating from him.

“Whatcha doin here by the fence all by yerself, stranger?”

With a twinkle of mild humor in his eyes, George replies...”I'm contemplating...the loss off..a friend”

Catching on, she replies smiling, “Well, how did you lose your “friend””

“Well, really, it wasn't him who was lost from this world, but this world that lost him”

“Whats that all fancy mean now?”

“ He never fit into this world, so on this very day, he walked into that there forest”

Startled, she said “Now why did he go and think that? Why did he not fit..everybody can fit”
“Not him..something was different about him”

Amused, she replies, “O yea? How so”

With a smile, George replies “A better question would be, how not so?”

“You see, he could not feel separate. He could not understand what people seem to call “possession”, he could not understand the “me and us” people would attach to themselves and their friends and the “them” that they labelled everyone else. It simply made no sense.”

“ Where was he from, this “friend” of yours?”

“ He was of this world, of this universe, he simply was, and thats all he knew and cared to acknowledge. “Where from” didn't register as a sensible question to him. Fuck-him-sideways, but he could not see himself and everybody else, everything in existence, as anything less than a close, connected brotherhood.”

“ That sounds like a beautiful way to feel, so what was his problem?”

“His brotherhood didn't seem to feel the same. And his apparently..different, disposition had other seemingly “abnormal” effects on him that he could see as nothing but natural”

Quite intrigued, and fancying George more by the minute, she stands closer to him, plays with her hair, and asks, “What kind of effects?”

“ He couldn't seem to get his head around the concept of “work” that his brothers seem so addicted to, in spite of how it worries and troubles them. He couldn't get his head around the need for large amounts of this “money”, the hundreds of sets of clothes to look better to the very people that they disown even before talking to, the televisions to watch other people even though they seem to force disconnection upon themselves from real people that could be watched, the big houses that cost so much and have so much space for just a man and his wife and children to grow up, separately from the rest of his brothers.
He couldn't seem to get his head around their concept that one does not simply go up and talk to or embrace brothers that he has not met before. He couldn't seem to not want to be connected to everyone and everything, to not want to help every one of his brothers in need. Some of his brothers had lost themselves to a dark path of violence that hurts them as much as the other brothers that they inflict the violence upon – His other brothers seemed to feel that these kind of brothers must be alienated, reprimanded, and despised. He couldn't seem to look at them in any way other than as lost kin who are in dire need of his support, love and direction - not abandonment and hatred...
He couldn't seem to feel that animals and trees were less important and inferior and slaves to our species, even though his brethren seemed to think that this is natural and treating animals with equal respect and attention is unnatural. You see now, how despite everything, he seemed just not to fit in, and received curses, was feared, and ws made the object of hostility by the very brethren that he felt so at one with and so compassionate towards?”

Utterly entranced, the girl cannot help herself. She looks George in the eyes and flirts, “Your friend sounds like a swell guy..one in a million. You know, he didn't have to leave into the forest..he could have found himself a nice dame to settle down with who would never have thought anything but the best of him...”

With a smile, George replies “Ah, but he could only feel equal love, equal connection. He could not settle down, he could not call one girl “his” and keep his relationship with her different from his relationship with the rest of his sisters. He could not call the house or children “his” and “protect” them from “others “– he could not see anything or anyone for them to be protected from , he could see no “others”– for all he saw was equal connection and equal love for all his brothers and sisters everywhere”

Disgruntled and getting ready to leave, the girl snaps “Well, what did he think he would find in there in the forest?”

George looks into the forest. After a few moments of silence, he replies, “Other species seemed to feel the same way around him as he did about them. They would stop squabbling and feeling separate around him, and would feel at one with him in his presence, and would receive him with the same love that he approached them. He thought it better to be there, until and unless perhaps the brothers of his own species one day found him to be natural”

“Your friend was probably right”, the girl says, and leaves.

Soon after, George walks into the forest.

George never returned. The civilized world forever lost a purity and grace that was the embodiment of what would save it from its' own darkness.

How many George Flowmans have YOU caused to leave the world today?

Poetry/Prose Over the Months

They show the DEA agents. All gruff, serious, sophisticated. All the infra-red footage, serious talk about "narcotics traffickers". Alot of high tech equipment everywhere. Real grave, serious business.

They then get the warrant. Shit hits the fan. They go down at the house, "Police" ,"Police", "DEA". Theyre breaking down doors, pulling out heavy weapons that are infernally dangerous. There's really dramatic music going on in the background. This is serious business.

They catch the traffickers...its a MJ growhouse. The DEA agent talks to the guy they just caught and handcuffed. The DEA agent has a "I caught you, your mine, I'm better than you look on his face" as he gives a strict talking down to the grower.

I look outside my window and look at a tree, at some grass. My reality just falls apart.

This has to be a joke. People wasting lives, killing people, risking their own lives, so much bloodshed and high tech artillery, over a plant. A plant. Something thats been here from before us. A PLANT. It HAS to be a joke, theres no way that so called "regular, sane", in fact respected people could be this lost in a delusion, this far away from the roots of existence, have created this much of an artifical world for a natural organism.

But it was not a joke. It was real. These are the same kind of people, in one way or the other, that populate the civilized world. Its these kinds of people that have supreme power and get elected - people who are lost in humanities chaotic invention of "civilization". What does the world civilized mean, and how close are we to it? The world is robotic, barren, polluted, full of hatred, full of controversy, full of people who are deemed sane even though they support destroying lives over a harmless plant.

Its everywhere, ive always felt this for awhile, even more strongly over the last year or so, but this blow was just so final. I have no energy nor desire to even be angry with it or want it to change. Its a world of ADD children with supreme power. I'm human at my core, im a product of untampered nature. Existential happiness is impossible under these highly skewed, highly artificial environment.

I look around in plain disbelief sometimes. I sometimes literally wonder if im in a coma and this is all a long hallucination. How is it possible that people cannot see the downright madness, childishness of the way our race has brought itself to be? I cannot look at a senator or even the president talk normally anymore. Forget respect, I cannot even begin to care for a word he says, hes just as lost as all of humanity, completely deluded ideals, completely blind to the true nature of existence, completely ungrounded in nature, completely clueless in all things important. Clueless.

We exist. We will die. We all want to be fulfilled, happy. Yet none of our effort goes into understanding how to do this anymore, there is a completely unsatisfactory, incorrect blueprint that is blindly followed of study-job-marriage-kids-retirement-death that is for the major part plagued with tantrums, breakdowns, everyday stress at work, horrible foods that make your mood worse and your life shorter. Everywhere people are talking not about bliss and contentment, but about achieving, the economy, how it sucks, how one must do this or that to be normal and happy. Which person is normal and happy, and not just living in a condition that is above their minimum tolerance for what they would consider "suffering"?

Our TVs ask us not if were happy or content or at peace with our lives right now given the fact that the very newspaper you read this morning blatantly showed you the candle in the wind nature of your life in the obituaries. They ask us if were getting our taxes paid, if we think were sexy looking enough, they ask us with uttermost seriousness if we think we could save money by changing our car insurance. What of all this when underlying deep contentment and peace with existence is near non existent? The most common thing ever scraped into a bathroom stall is "Life is a bitch". Really? They don't think so. The flowers and trees outside your window don't think so, the sky doesn't seem to think so, animals seem perfectly peaceful when theyre grazing even though death is much more imminent for them than us in our protected worlds. Yet were the ones anxious and wondering and afraid all the time. Were not plastic. Were nature. We came from there, its just an inexplicable matter that now for some reason we think theres an "us" and a separate "animals and nature". We ARE it.

Internet forums are full of millions of people that are so out of touch with existential bliss, that if they have free time, instead of enjoying it even in a rudimentary way, they come online and wage wars, get notably vexed over messages on video game forums, marijuana forums, bodybuilding forums, and argue, debate, flame, call each other "fucking idiots" - people they don't know they seek out to fight with online since they cant do it in person. Scroll through 20 threads quickly on this very forum itself, and note how serious they sound, how often people seem to get vexed over each others posts, spewing seriousness and negativity everywhere. This is what we do, this is what we have become - addicted to a vampiric need to stay in this senseless circle of pointless pursuit of pointlessness that is plagued by vexation or suffering. Look at the next 20 people you see on the road driving. Note the permanent frown burrowed into their forehead. They might die tomorrow, they might have just one life, there is so much bliss available, so much contentment, so much beauty, but the poor souls are not only ignoring it, but they havent a clue it exists. Our society and societal system is criminal to every new person born. Theyre born with the possibility of peace and bliss, but they never even realize it, they are born into this chaotic machine and think thats all that exists, and they die in it cursing the day they were ever born.

We don't have to be like this, nothing in the existent world seems to live like this but us. The more you look at tribal establishments, rural establishments, look at them now and through history, you can easily note that while they might now have been famous, had a 40 inch television or a beemer in the garage, they are more happy, more grounded - and they are the same species that will decay into the same mud. Its alarming that despite visible evidence, we still somehow feel that we are superior and that we need to help them. Humans are not a little crazy, not on the whole sane, we are INSANE. Downright INSANE. We are CLUELESS to what we are doing, HATE the way we do it, vex and worry and comment on the newspaper every morning "this world is going to hell", and yet trod on this path in lethal automaton.

Ask any random bloke how hes doing. "Surviving". "Cant complain". "I'm happy" with a sigh and a serious face. Really? After all this development and pride in our race for its accomplishments all we can do is consider ourselves surviving, while the dogs play and wag their tails everyday, the birds sing, and the flowers bloom? AM I HALLUCINATING? How can man think such a senseless world has any sense in it?

I feel the most comfortable and content at this moment now that I have my tickets booked for the 13th of this month. One way back to India, where I will be living in an ashram, who knows where it takes me from there - I want only meditation and wandering.

This world is just soo much of a pointless nightmare that I can't even believe is real sometimes.