With Mercury in retrograde motion now in the night sky, since two days ago, from earth’s point of view, my writing has slowed down a bit and I’m not so compulsively driven to produce content. My inner taskmaster has taken a back seat so that I can just relax and not feel so obliged by habit or the need to be productive. When your temperament is rajasic like mine, there is a tendency to have to do. For now, I can’t simply go on attempting to chase some pennies here on the social media blog sites, but rather just relax and do something less goal oriented.
Life is a cyclic journey, with seasons of up and down, active and passive. It may be mid summer here now the south, but I don’t have the need to make more hay. I am more inclined to make more time for the outdoors. I can write and chase pennies with this blog equally as productively in winter. My attempt to teach myself the detailed skills of day trading in forex and cryptocurrency is a bit compulsive at the moment too, and fueling my desire for results. This is not really that healthy and needs to be adjusted slightly.
Sitting at the screen for too long is a bit boring after a while, like after a few years. So here in this journal entry, I am recording my personal thoughts today, for my record, not for any need to share knowledge or attract coin. This is just my diary. It feels great to not work for a boss. However, the inner boss does sometimes drive me on a bit, to achieve results.
Life on the other hand, is not results driven but process driven. It’s about experiencing the process regardless of the outcome. Being in the moment is more important than grasping for results. I have no urgency for results but do need some variety to offset the monotony of doing the same thing daily. Perhaps the lack of beach due to the lockdown ban on beaches has given me itchy feet.
I visit my private beach regardless but the sandy white beaches in town might be nice for a change. Fortunately Cyril our president talked yesterday of opening the beaches and liquor stores again. And shortening the nightly curfew – now from 11pm instead of 9pm. Very kind of him. Vaccines are flooding in but, thank the gods, will not be compulsory in South Africa, so I don’t have to live a life of a fugitive just because I am running from medical tyranny and a dictatorship.
There may be some hope for a brighter future after all. So on this beautiful day in paradise, I may just take a little trip down memory lane, all the way to the white sandy beach that I have not walked on for months now due to the ban. Even with my own rocky beach paradise nearby, I like to vary the setting a bit, to fend off the boredom, as I say. So much time and so little demands. I must be one of the luckiest people alive.
Even the wealthy are trapped by their obligatory duties to maintain and protect their wealth. The sick are limited too by their bodies. I have none of those concerns. Nor do I have any family obligations or social expectations. I am as free as a bird – a seagull, crossed with an eagle. That makes me a “seagle”. Perhaps one of a kind, or certainly a very rare species of creature in the world today.
My only interest is to make a perfection of my human form of life. That is achieved by remembering the journey back to the source, back to godhead, back to my original constitutional nature at the time of leaving this body. I also desire to awaken my full consciousness potential which lies within the “Crystal Palace” of the brain – namely the pineal and pituitary connection. Magic lies there for those who can activate it. Nothing is more important in this world – for anyone. All the rest is just trivia and frills for the body.
My life as a monk, hermit, yogi, babaji, mystic is just as I like it and choose it. No worries and minimal desires to keep body and soul together. Time and space to myself is all I really need to feel peaceful, and I have enough of that presently. I wish you well and hope that you can also find your zone of peace in life, whether internal or external or both. There is nothing more important, and more elusive for some. Sometimes letting go is harder than clinging on.
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