I am a soul returning close to the single authentic source threading the path of mysticism in the occurrence of a combined peace, joy, compassion or love. My agony between competing forces of light and dark, and positive marked division between the material kingdom, the administration of evil forces, and the higher spiritual kingdom from which it is divided. My words may seem to confuse and unclear, at the same time over-simplified and full of subtle meanings hidden from the naive.

My words are very easy to know, and easy to practice; but there is none in the world who can recognize and capable of practice them.
A dimensional fluctuation amid one construction of reality to another. I am crossed a path by sin, shame, remorse.
Repentance, awareness of lower-self attachments and dervishes giving up the thoughts and behaviors is now the necessity for reinstating unity and grace.
Mortification and dejection, defamation and allegation, abundant lives breathed, none could grasp me and in this way my voyage demands further obligation.
My ancestry and individuality is of free spirit. I question if this is a joy. The joy is of mankind shuns and Almighty embraces. That is the joy in the departure from the material release. (2009)


"Religious truth is the inner meaning of the law revealed in the heart of the Sufi by the Divine Light."

In terms of the Ultimate Reality or Truth, I have now come to reject the very basis of "manifestation" and in doing so all systems of thought and knowledge in reference to it is invalid

According to my experience there is nothing to understand about enlightenment as enlightenment is the way of enlightenment itself.

The subject of enlightenment – or anything else – did not interest me all my life ………….. My life-story can be separated into the three catastrophe parts. The first part of my life with Human experience. The second part of my life experienced a Bodily experience with a discontinuity from my human life with the ongoing bodily experience – though not absence – of thought. But I lost all connectivity with the acquired knowledge and memories, and I was made to re-learn everything, as if the slate had been wiped clean.

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Saturday, December 8, 2012

Secret of a Lost World

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Billions of Years ago, the earth was minute, and it was the eastern part of the globe where the primary being ever come into endurance. There was no religion but a culture of love. This was the Abode as per the Mystical disclosure open to the fundamentals. The loss of the kingdom to the Dark Forces leads to the separation of the Masculine and the Divine Feminine . Billions of years of effort with abundant defeat she once more emerges with the mightiness of a tornado, the intensity of an injured shield, the trident of legitimacy and the sharp edge of the tresses.

Her triumph is destined
Her verdict is the decree for humanity
The Kingdom of the Dark destroyed
The reconstruction of her Abode 
The laws will be enforced of Values
A World of Music, Art & Culture is the future (revealed on 6th December 2012)

Further she reveals of the Vicious wind that blew the dwelling on the mountains preying on the secret of the conception. The core of her dwelling is surrounded by the beautiful Aravalli Mountain Range. The rich heritage of Palace & Museum, Terrains, Mountains of the Taragarh, the historical Aravalli with Temples, Foy Sagar, Chamunda Mata Temple, Ajaipal Ruins, The Brahma Temples, The Nag Mountains The Chilla, Lake Anasagar to the Dargah Sharif...


The flaming energy of daylight and virtuous unveil the saga of the dreadful mace, the time when her territory was ‘the power of the cosmos." The undisclosed secret of a lost world opens to the fundamentals. Fierce wind blew the dwelling on the peak from the Taragarh unto the Aravalli preying on the secret of the formation. The realm a secret of a lost race with treachery and deceitfulness. The globe shook with the control of the twist, with the rains of rue, cloaks scorched to remains, “tresses and pin, Clays to the nature were twisted pale. The secret knowledge stolen, the sphere infected with numerous warfare. Her abode amid the mount destroyed. The crest impure in the midst of invasion designed as the hissing of the enemy from the foundation until the zenith. Her naïve self seeks justice from the emerged city, lost in the terrains with the souls held and chained in captive. The ancient dwellings from the Himalayas to the mystical Aravalli.

The triumph stated is designed by her spirit this day. The volcanic emergence of a wounded warrior detaching numerous cloaks alongside. The vow to cross the threshold to attain the stolen empire. Not any can bring to a halt the restoration of the heavenly dwelling on Earth. The jungles of Taragarh towards the winding path into the dense Aravalli, the ruins of the past break her numerous times. She heads and gapes at the reflection in the stream and weep for the crush of her lost grandeur. She winds towards the dense mountains to witness the ruins and the adulterated water on her wonder as sacred. She weeps in the misty clouds unaided in her solidarity until the principal slumber.

The Divine Feminine penetrates into the darkness of the dooms towards the dwelling of her ancestors. Her tears of rue as every peaks are impure with the venomous strength. Her eternal trail amid the long and winding hills with determination down the valleys towards the mysterious high plateaus, the rocky path, amid the countless defeat of the past she now emerges fearless in the dense jungles unfolding the Lotus divinity, fertility, wealth, knowledge and enlightenment.

The growth of the soul and the beauty of the spirit untouched by her purity of heart and mind of the mud-spattered to dispirit her being. The progeny of the Himalaya betrothed in the captured Aravalli. Her realm of concentric illustration establishes a sacred space, for rumination and astounds stimulus. The blazing fiery of her rage will blaze up the venomous sovereignty in flames. The army in the foundation will be scorched to ashes.

The progeny of the ancient Himalayas combines the force of her mind, body and spirit to declare a war against the cosmos as none can be there her army was scorched to ashes and held captive amid the chains of illusion. Her dwellings from the peak of Himalaya to the Aravalli captured. Her progeny, her beloved, her army, her priest, infected with the venom. Her treasures plundered and now her vow to reinstate the Kingdom of truth. The secret of the plundered fortune could not be unlocked with numerous efforts. The mysterious code to unlock the secrets is her weapon that will now bring the triumph. The silence amid the mystical mount screams for the comeback of the realism. Her restoration of the ruins will be the Golden Age.

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