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What the Mind Said to Me

March 12, 2009; Day II; The Kamshet Winds; India.

And thus spake the mind  :

“You may not know something. At all. That doesn’t always mean you do not know it. All is connected. You are. Listen to me. Your instructors know the outside. I am the inside. Sometimes, even when you do not know it, go by what I am saying. Sometimes. Who decides when? I will tell you if you keep quiet and listen. Simply remember, I whisper. Always.”

What the Wing* Said to Me…

March 11, 2009; Day 2; The Kamshet Winds; India.

And thus spake the wing:

“ Easy. It would not be so difficult if it is easy. You must remember, you and I have our birth in common – we were born on earth. Then, you learnt the way of the earth and I, the sky. You were raised there, I was raised here. You looked at the sky and wondered, and I, the earth and mused. And, of course, when you come full circle, you pass into the sky; when I come full circle, I am interred, and, pass into the earth. Both are free, in our own way as nature would have us.

I belong to the wind, the sky, like you. You still walk the earth and can do without the sky, the wind. I can’t. I am nothing without the wind. So, understand this: anything that belongs to the skies is fragile. Sensitive. It may seem big, but, actually its nature is soft. Yielding. Must you not learn from this? So I said – easy. I understand your intent if you will allow me. Make me an extension of your body and I will be. And if you make me so, who do you fight if you fight at all? Yourself. Tug and pull at me and I shall resist. Yank me to do your bidding and it shall not be done. Caress me. Nudge me. Hint – I take it well. Very well. Cajole me. And, of course, imagine. Visualize. I am never more unconditionally with you than when you imagine me. If you can imagine, I can do. See in your mind and it shall happen in my body. Your body. The wind, my lover, and I, shall make you us. Yes, my lover. After all, even our names are similar – just an alphabet here and there, right? Come, then, with us and explore your wonder.

Depend not too much on your toys, your instruments…do away with them, gradually. The less you have the more you will know us, obtain from us. As you are, so are we too. Creatures but of a different temperament. Say, unique? To understand unique takes time. Take it.”

*For the uninitiated, the wing means paraglider. Unlike airplanes it is not a fixed wing but a canopy, an improvised parachute.

What the Wind Said to Me

March 10, 2009; Day 1; The Kamshet Winds; India.

And thus spake the wind:

“Fool, let go…hearken what I say, and submit…fight me and I shall not fall you, I shall merely continue to do what I am doing and you shall fall by yourself… my caprice is my nature and my nature is fundamental to creation…will you battle creation? Nature? And then, little one, you are of me. You are mine. And why should you resist me?

Why would you attempt to consider me the ‘other’?
My will should be your will.
My way should be your way.
Come into me.
Move away from me you shall seek to go without. Without nature. Without mother.
And the outside is never as gentle as I am. That is the contrary.  
My word is the word of the soul. The word of intuition.
Ah, and did you ask how shall you know me? See, the primal question comes back. How? Meditate. Not focus hardly on me but be aware. Be aware that I am. Open yourself to me. Realize my caress, listen my whisper, feel the gentle nudge…do my fingers tickle thee? Does my silence say something? And do you hear all of me? Does your being respond to me like a bubble in my arms? Say that you do and you will be mine…I shall guide you to your intent. And then you shall know there never was a difference between me and you. Ever. You created the ‘other’ in me. I never was. You are mine. You are me.”