The Great Game

The Great Game Poem: Whatever way you look at it, Meditation is still the “Great Game” and “Last Frontier”. The Conscious Jet Stream Logos is the ultimate connection. One way to open up the Divine Eye is to keep trying. If you just expect it to be open then you probably do not understand motion. The Soul is somewhat like a laser and has to go through a pinhole. You can focus on it. Intellectuals don’t understand that Enlightenment is knowledge of a process. They put their heads in a meat-grinder then can not figure out why it does not taste right. If you lessen all your commotion you can start to develop devotion. If you practice your Simran you can strengthen your concentration. “Le style c’est l’homme. No doubt . But the converse is also partly true. L’homme c’est le style. ....... We mould ourselves in the likeness of our particular brand of eloquence.” Your Third Eye can be your permanent home - you can just go within and stay there. It can be the new norm. It could be the main show while the earth plane could just be an advertisement. You could establish yourself as the new Buddha just by doing a re-enactment. When you reach the final chapter of Hatha Yoga you can graduate to Nada Yoga. To be re-born you have to die first, it is strange that they do not teach that? For that you have to sit very long and have an attention span. You can re-emerge like a new person sort of like a butterfly leaving his cocoon. It is sort of like rejuvenation without being medical or nutritional. You can become oriental without needing every kind of antioxidant. A Poem by David Smith NYC April 18, 2019 Aldous Huxley, The Perennial Philosophy, page 30 and Georges-Louis Leclerc #HathaYogaPratikapita #georgeslouisleclerc