Drill silently for heaven

Poem:

Being Empty, then sitting still and saying Simran that is basically all you have to do. Sounds very simple and easy. But there is some skill to it and perhaps more to it. What you do in your off time matters. You should use your brain to optimize your action. What you eat should be just right before becoming empty. When you sit still it should be as still as a dead tree stump. Scientists now are saying reduction of sin is good for socialization. But what about contemplation and transcending? If you can only handle up to 150 friends maybe you should move to the village. The fourth step in the ladder like John Climacus is sound current but it just arises of its self how can It be a step that you take. It has no rung, but it just rings. In the center of the brain is some sort of hallway, it just needs decluttering. You can give up thoughts and replace them with mantras. It might unlock the energy. You can pray for the grace to become devoted otherwise it just might be mechanical. Now it seems it is getting very religious. They say quasars regulate blackholes, it is almost like God is out there. It seems you can pick up a few crumbs or perhaps start crumbing. You could use metaphors. Does thinking you are a poet make you one? If you don’t transform yourself into light how can you write? It works better if you go up to the single eye point. When you are not up there you are just dull and dry. A good firm posture in meditation feels almost better than the gym. You have to wonder how many times better meditation is than physical workout at least ten times? It is like you workout your astral and causal body. You would think scientists would measure it instead of the distance to a quasar? If my program had a name I would probably call it “Sach Khand Now” It is where you go all the way up today instead of waiting until tomorrow. It is like you were in swoamibagh building a temple even though it might take as long. At least it is the proper mindset. You can setup insanely transcendental hours and try to act normal thereafter. Typical is 3am to 9am. That is only 1/4 of your time dedicated to the plan. Some people get up that early to take the Spirit Airlines so it must be easy. If you train your knees you can develop your brain. You can fix your attention. Just having one mystical experience and then getting excited is just for children, when you become a professional you systematize it. The goal is for it to be consistent everyday. Your third eye lights up when it sees your knees in place. Old monastics give up plastic and listen to a hymn in their head. You just listen to God’s playlist. To some it is just Rumbling. This poem is not going to die with the internet, it is going to be printed instead. One way to reduce your distractions is to read a book instead. You can underline and write in the edges. You can pretend you are an old man and get your death over with. Properly done Simran is like throwing coal in the fire, you create a great fire, then it starts to rain inside your brain. You try to see who can be dead the most. When I become the representative I ask that you sit still and not complain. That which I write about is always the same. My head buzzes when I am feeding. Drilling for treasure is something you do when you sit still inside your head. You can meet with the Masters before there is a disaster. Just a small decrease in sun spots and the price of natural gas goes way up. Instead of seeing a black swan you can become a white one. The things I talk about occur on the transcendental plane and puts Love into your veins. It is sort of like becoming Darshan Singh - दर्शन सिंह DS Poem November 21, 2018

The farthest Thunder that I heard Was nearer than the Sky And rumbles still, though torrid Noons Have lain their missiles by — The Lightning that preceded it Struck no one but myself — But I would not exchange the Bolt For all the rest of Life — Indebtedness to Oxygen The Happy may repay, But not the obligation To Electricity — It founds the Homes and decks the Days And every clamor bright Is but the gleam concomitant Of that waylaying Light — The Thought is quiet as a Flake — A Crash without a Sound, How Life's reverberation Its Explanation found — Emily Dickinson Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays — 'Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust — Ruin is formal — Devil's work Consecutive and slow — Fail in an instant, no man did Slipping — is Crashe's law — To help our Bleaker Parts Salubrious Hours are given Which if they do not fit for Earth Drill silently for Heaven — #dhikr #scienceofsin #musicofthespheres #sachkhand #amritvela #spiritairlines #blackswan #darshansingh