I am looking for the grand finale

Poem:

I am looking for the grand finale I would like to withdraw my Soul completely from my body. When I was about 21, I was initiated, When I was 34 I had a Life Inspiring Glance. Then when I turned 55, I commenced serious long period practice. I was following the Fibonacci Series. I refuse to point to special moments in my Life and now insist that every moment be special. My demands on God are constant. I would make Tuka look slow. You can’t totally rely on just Grace - you have to take yourself up by sitting still in one place. How can God help you when you are always jumping about. If God won’t do it, I execute Grace unto myself. If the Sound Current and Third Eye is active then I can find the passage. If I meditate long enough I can erase everything that has happened to me completely. My brain cell therapy is radiation while sitting completely still in contemplation. I am only interested in that which is transcendental and beautiful. I am part of the “mind-cure” movement described by William James one hundred years ago. Now that I am completely poor I can squeeze everything I own right though my Third Eye. Master Kirpal said Simplify. To become a Saint seems completely impossible, I should just start with a blank slate instead. At least then I could be a Buddhist. All I can really do for the cause is increase my effort. Simran of absolute God is very good for the head. ( ....Poem stopped for meditation .....) I still have a huge block in my head it is called Personal History and Past Karma, I want to remove it and move on instead. I could do Simran until I am dead. I am dumping even my karma from my current life onto the Master because I am lazy and hate to suffer. I can sit cross-legged until I am completely empty. In Simran class we sit in groups of 2, 3, 5, 8, and 13. The result is a concentrated rhythm. The participants also realize that they are connected and one. I have no personal identity and am just a footnote of quantum energy. I sit at home alone and go nowhere. My Life is completely ruined. DS Poem September 28, 2018 #fibonacci #mindcure #simplify #buddhist #simran #karma #ruin #williamjames #kirpalsingh #tukaram Varieties of Religious Experience by William James 1917 Tukaram Poem 925, Emily Dickinson:

Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning— Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture— Stone of stolid Boy— Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure— Who mine Enemy? Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit— All my Mansion torn— Sun—withdrawn to Recognition— Furthest shining—done— Yet was not the foe—of any— Not the smallest Bird In the nearest Orchard dwelling Be of Me—afraid. Most—I love the Cause that slew Me. Often as I die Its beloved Recognition Holds a Sun on Me— Best—at Setting—as is Nature's— Neither witnessed Rise Till the infinite Aurora In the other's eyes.