Nadaism is not dead

Do you want to know if a person who passes all the time doing nothing would be able to live a normal and happy life?

... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page

... and there's other pointless investigations ongoing, just take a look to the bar on the right hand side

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Other way (cont'd)

My friend found this guy while he was getting drunk in a picnic area for a farewell party, in India.

"Do you believe in astronomy?" the guy asked.
"Do you mean astrology, or astronomy?" my friend wondered.
"I mean astronomy, of course!" the guy said. "You know, planets, stars, the Milky Way... Our world is nothing, you and me we mean nothing, we could disappear at any moment! And it would not matter at all! Let's get drunk!"
...
"I like you European!" the guy kept shouting. "I don't know why you come to India, what are you exactly looking for, but you're alright. Except Germans, Germans and Jews, I would kill them all!"As my friend started complaining, he added "remember, it would not mean anything, life and death mean nothing, your life and my life worth nothing!"
And later, "What are you looking for? You must be looking for something. What's your objective? Mine is to kill myself! Rock and roll!"

This guy brought my friend to one of the biggest pilgrimage centers in India, it took them I don't know how many days to reach that place, after 2 days in a train they climbed I don't know many steps to the top of a mountain, followed a queue for 5 hours to reach the image of the god for a few seconds, and then, my friend realised he had not understood or felt anything.

And then, he decided he would look for the wise words of a sage...

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Other way

Today I'd like to talk about a certain guy, but first...

I also write this post to show that I'm not dead, neither the blog -and maybe this way the spam at my last post stops as well. It's funny to see how they are wasting their time in a blog with no posts in the last 6 months and hardly any reader. Although spam does not know, of course, about such a thing as "time wasted".

second...

Funny that I start the post with the statement "Today I'd like to..." if I haven't written for 6 months. And I don't remove the word "Today" but I add this last stament, which is pointless, and instead of removing it, I add this new statement.


Enough.


This guy I know went to an intensive yoga class (3 hours a day starting at sunrise) for six months with an awesome teacher, one of the best in the scene, and he found the classes were very difficult, the teacher a kind of a sage, and yoga somewhat useful.

At the start, he was trying to seduce one of the students: yoga girls are usually so beatiful. He's clumsy with her, and then he turns around to the city and the touristic vibe, full of women he's actually not interested about, as he realises.

Then he joins a Vedanta (hindu scriptures) class. He finds it unintelligible, on one hand, those abstact concepts which are meant to be sensible, and on the other hand, astrology and superstition. He does not find any one-handed teacher, and decides to study on his own; but then any excuse is good to get out and go for a walk.

Finally he stops going to class altogether and meets an indian who takes him to one of the most sacred pilgrimage centers in the country. He's quite amazed with everything he sees, but does not feel there's much spirituality about it.


... I'll carry on tomorrow, about this guy and his "other way"... and don't know when tomorrow is going to be, but I promise it won't be anything closed to six months.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

pain, pain, pain

It's been one month since I came back from Rishikesh. People keep connecting to the blog, which is something that I don't quite understand, anyway if I have just one reader I have a debt, and I must keep on writing. Really, just one reader means you are responsible.

I could have written in India, there's Internet over there. Not afterwards, since I've been so busy. Seems I'm not so responsible.

What happenned in my yoga course? I felt pain. Pain, pain pain. Some people get surprised, they expect yoga to be very different, they expect that I would enjoy it and feel calm. But it depends on your body, for some people the streching is enjoyable, for the stiff bodies it's mostly about pain. Why sould I keep on doing it, then? After 80-something posts during more than 3 years in this blog, did I manage to explain it yet? I hate that saying which goes something like "no pain no gain", anyway.

I stayed in Rishikesh the complete month of my trip to India, even if the yoga pain was growing. I was attending the classes and writing, and meeting very nice students at the course. Just for a couple of days I went to the mountains with the teacher (he goes once a month to relax, and invites a few people to go with him): knowing him was interesting and at the same surprising.

When he practices on his own he is perfection. He may go to a posture for 20 min with no effort, while for anybody normal it would very difficult to keep the same position for a few minutes and keep calm at the same time. He knows controls his body in an amazing way.

But...

Maybe it's me, I'm very naive many times, but I was expecting he would be a very different kind of person, very humble and with no ego. I was surprised to see he is so arrogant, and fussy, and he always goes around with a servant. I guess it is indian mentality also, the locals were treating him as a god.

And he talked so much, sooo much. Sometimes plesant, like a grandfather. But other times I got a headache; pain, once again, everything is around pain.



Friday, September 04, 2009

back to Rishikesh

In one week I'm having holidays and I'll go to India for one month; my plan is to go back to Rishikesh to a certain yoga teacher, wake up at sunrise and go to class and then for a swim at the Ganges, and spend the rest of the day writing.

Somebody told me yesterday: "ah, very well! you're back to sacred land and sacred water".

Just to be mean I told her that India is also the land of religious conflict, hindus and muslims don't live quite at ease. I started talking about a muslim friend and she showed her annoyance, until I mentioned by chance that my friend had been studying once with a sufi master, then she was delighted. Why? Just because sufi are meant to be mystics? Is it because they tend to speak about understandable matters, e.g. the essence of being?

For a lot of people here in the West, it seems that the more unbelievable it is, the more trustworthy it becomes. It happens with therapies for example, let's take Reiki distance healing: it's enough to appeal for a certain vague energetic concept. (A reasoning more of less like this, "if there is everything in the universe is energy, why is is you cannot believe that somebody may channel that energy at a distance??").


She was taking me in the car and we were looking for a parking place and then she said: "if we desire it humbly and sincerely, we will find one very quickly". And then around the corner there was a free place. She didn't say anything, didn't mention any energetic implications, neither did I.

Why, again? The more unexplainable, the best proven.


Assuming that most those writers claiming they have had mystics experiences really have had them, they are talking about something completely subjective we should not understand at all. Why is it we swallow it so easily and start talking about it? Why is it movies like "Star Wars" or "The Matrix" are not only deep and philosophical but also so "energetic"?


I'm sorry for my bad mood this morning. It must be I urgently need my holidays. One week to go!




(pd- By the way, I honestly believe there is a lot you do in the way to face up to life that changes reality, however I've never weighted if it had any effects on free parking places.)