Bhagwan Shree,
I thank all of you who have or haven't in so
overwhelming number continually urged to me to write and so on and so forth
... but then when there is no writing, writer or written what can be
written? The doer, done, the experiencer, experience, the answerer,
answer nothing exist... then how can what is be captured in paltry
words... there is nobody to capture... captured, capturer and capturing all
have vanished to void... LOL
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There I or no I was on the top of a mountain lying under
full moon night merged into complete void or rather there was only NONENESS
(REAL REALITY TRUTHLESS TRUTH) ... above the illusory play of ego,
power, doping, security etc. GURU game (under the guise of illusions of compassion,
love, knowledge, giving, joy of sharing, Moksha, Freedom, God, enlightenment etc), which the illusions
called people, wanted to be in. And still there would be
illusory idiots playing that game with a picture or whatever of me ( the
illusory hallucinations of time-space) ... LOL...
Well suddenly the time-space (body) felt something
wriggling over it... It was another of the myriad illusions emanating from
ever expanding infinitive NONENESS... LOL... Oh Hi welcome dear snake I said
as it passed by. What a play! What a leela! Restless rest... the large
illusions of doing so infinite and yet non-doer... emanating and merging...
motionless motion...
As if not heeding it passed and after some mathematical moments
as if it got it suddenly it came back. At first it was there at some distance
watching mirage of illusion of time-space... then it came and started
wriggling around the body...
'Hey you are not doing anything?'
'LOL am I supposed to do?'
'Come on play'
'Oh buddy why don't you get an illusion of time-space of
your kind'
'duh... what?'
'I said why don't you find somebody of your kind'
'I thought you were of my kind'
'Well don't you see'
It waited and then:
'But come on we can understand'
'Well there is playless play and if it was play there
are myriad forms waiting down or up... but see the play is there.'
It fondled around for some time...
'I am enjoying'
'Aha never mind this body please continue'
Is it bonkers? Oh yes this is divine madness since there
is no I...
But yea this is not Alice the Wonderland... or Lords of
the rings... or Harry Potter or fiction... THIS IS FACT... TRUTH... REALITY
is stranger than fiction... How can strange be proved... all proofs are
for falsifications... LOL
You have been requesting to write and write so well here
is one of the truth.
Well that brings to reality is language really needed...
is it really a progress or is it a barrier... a conditioning... a basic
conditioning of illusions... LOL...
All gatherings and not-gatherings... all assimilation
and non-assimilation is ego game... mirage... and yet there are illusory
idiots who gather words... distinctions... notions... levels and all that
stupid mirages and remain in the dreams of the space-time called as
enlightenment Moksha God etc. etc...
After some illusions of now as psychological now is no
more... it said hey somebody is coming I am off... see ya someday... And off
the illusion of space-time play crippled... LOL
Some mathematical 5 minutes had passed and an illusion
of the type called as human form emerged breaking the ever evasive vocal
silence of the play of the matter.
The illusory figure of space-time came near and
near to another illusion of this space-time.
'I have been searching for you'
'Hi welcome I have been expecting you. Glad that lots of
illusory waves have not followed to be wanting to be doped and play the
mirage...'
'What?'
'Never mind...'
'You said you have been expecting me. How?'
'Oh somebody told me that you are coming'
'Who what I don't see anybody here...'
'Oh it must be in some hole.'
'What...'
'Please sit here...'
And I saw that the person was crying... tears were
flowing from his eyes like a river... I pulled him close to me... And put
my hand on his back and stroked him...
Now had vanished.... tears continued anon... I said
please lie down in my lap... put your head into my lap...
'What?'
'How can I? What will people say?'
'LOL what I don't see here anybody and yet there is
everybody and nobody...'
And then I started stroking his head which was
nearly getting bald... the tears went by...
Then suddenly he pulled himself up...
'I am a bishop. I want to see God. I want to experience
God. Is there anything like God or Son of God or all my life I have been
following a mirage?'
And he started weeping... 'Please tell me or has my life
gone in drain...'
What can I say? I pulled him more near and hugged him. I
don't know or not-know any other god that is other than love... What could be
said to him.
Alas the love illusions of people know of and think
of is a mirage. How could I tell him of real love. And yet there was no God
other than Love.
Those who searched for God other than love have gone
into hallucinations.... Those who have searched it in temples without
love or within, in search of I, soul etc. have gotten into prisons of
pious ego.... or differentiated or broken him into two parts of soul and body
have become schizophrenic.... or those who have gathered so-called spiritual
or enlightened knowledge, have entrapped themselves in the prison of memories,
right, wrong, judgment or non-judgment etc.... or those who have made
hierarchical orders and levels or states and tried to achieve levels states
etc. have become megalomaniac .... or those who have formed sects and
organizations and through asceticism or Sadhana tried to reach have become
pretending bigoted morons.... and yet those who have searched for the
so-called love in illusions of mirages of love of so-called hallucinations of
family, friends, foes etc. (have become dreaming deceiving unconscious
cretins) and / or left the illusions to get into other illusions of
caves, saints, gurus, Ashrams etc. have become retarded hypocritical
preachers, Gurus, liberators, saviors etc. propagating the eternal con
game of spirituality .... farther and farther into mirages,
switching illusions, rather than reality .... What a play...
Seeing me silent he said 'Please for Gods sake say
something. I have been promising others liberation. I have been ascertaining
them that the savior will save them, will liberate them. All my life I have
been pretending to be agent of Son of God. All my life I have claimed all
that I am not... All my life I have been told I will be salvated, no this life
is coming to end... And I have not known God though I have claimed
otherwise. Was all my life a waste? Will I never see God? Please show me
God...'
I remained silent... I kissed his eyes... the tears...
how sweet were they... how much deep was their desire to jump to grasp the
unknown... how much zeal was behind those tears... how much courage was there
behind those few words. How much pain was there behind those words... How much
dedicated to divine were those eyes...
Here was an old man climbing mountain walking 10-15 Kms...
and there were those who would tell me... aha I want to meet you... aha I want
to come to your shivir or session. Please let me know. Please please
please....
And when you tell them they would say oh this time I
can't. Oh next time. Oh this and that. (As if all these illusions will stop
without their mirage...) But please don't forget the next time. I am so keen
to be with you (as if they are not). And yet there are those who would be in
waiting list and as soon as they get chance would jump to it...
But was God so much far that he needs to be seen? Is he
so much other that he can be seen? Aren't all such Gods maniac creation of the
hypnosis?
Finally I told him ' No God can't be seen! But you can
be God. The search for God enlightenment freedom Moksha etc outside or inside
is useless... How will you find that which is never lost... in which is
situated your illusion... in which all your and not your mirages occur and
disappear... the all pervading void... And that which is in reality, that
which is you how will you know it remaining you or I... LOL ..."
"But isn't that blasphemes... How can I be
God..."
"Drop away all your conditioning... When I will not
be God will be... void will be... then the real the truth will encompass...
That which we see is not real... not you... that is why you see it... all
experiences... all attainments... all bliss... all ecstasy... all
enlightenments... all Mokshas... all meetings with Gods ... all seer seen
and by that which you see ... all knowledge knower by which you know and
known... are nothing but mirages... projections of mind... projections of
illusions of self... far away from reality or truth... all experiences...
experiencer and means of experiencing are mirages... All doing ... doer
and means of doing is mirage... What a play!"
"All self-realization... All self-knowledge... are
mirages... there is no self... all self are mirages... illusions...
projections... slaveries... all freedom is imagination... dream of body... THE
ROBOT DREAMS it is Free... it is in NIRVANA... it is in Bliss... it is in
Moksha... it is in salvation... it has attained... it is enlightened... it has
seen... it is knower... knowledge... etc etc... are all mirages... all
projection... There is no-self... to hide away from this... you go on
searching out and in... associating with all bubbles of illusions ... to
cling to illusory pseudo-self."
My Pranam
Devang H.Dattani