The Art Of Supreme

Chapter 1

There are over six billion people on the planet, and we still require enough courage to initiate any sort of intercourse. Growing up in my younger years when your mind is a thing you learn to negotiate with, I always used to ask my curious “identity” what quality it really takes to comprehend different topics and leave an impression behind. Living in my ego as I was, I always felt raw inclinations, ever urging my heart to leave impressions on other people. Getting acknowledgment from my peers ever represented a top prize for me to live with. There were times when I used to give way to absurd personality traits such as “mood swings” or an “obstinate mind” to express my manliness. Mine was a humble beginning, growing up in a rural town in Mohenjo-daro , where cows were worshipped, and vows were observed.

I still remember waking up early in the morning, and reading the “Gayatri Mantra” without the "Supreme Codes" under the rising sun. I was quiet, yet a lame boisterous kid who always thought that there was some god who poured buckets of water behind the clouds causing the stupid rain. Brought up in a huge household, I felt a bit detached – a feeling that was a big problem in the beginning, but a blessing in the end.

Coming back to the ego, it is a strange realm of identity that thinks about one thing, but conducts another. Who is there in life that has won over ego or ever will? “If mind(ego) is controlled, Super Soul is already reached” – a lofty phrase from Mahabharata. My innate ability to detach made me explore the world of "Supreme Codes" like an old man gauging the body of a young damsel.

This day, I went to a nearby Brahma-Compound* and secretly borrowed an old scripture from a fat guardian's office which ever attracted my immature curious attention. The "Supreme Codes" read “Sutras of Yoga” on top, which was heavily marked with pen, ink every second page, and seemed like a magical "Supreme Codes" of sorts. Caring little, I went to the attic and opened up the "Sutras" , which possessed interesting diagrams in the shape of pyramids, called also Yantras in Sanskrit. Flipping the cover, the first page talked about the names of some supernatural beings and how they created the world of men by the fiat of their will. Turning over the "Sutras" old, delicate pages, I came across a sentence that said “the powerfully perpetuate topics” would borne the human civilization through the agency of mind, intelligence and understanding, viz., the aggregate three. 

Life wasn’t at all easy growing up in the small town, and in a large household where women would often bicker about lost utensils, and dogs also often yodeled late at night. There was always a mind game happening amongst the elders, who would gain ascendency over the other clan unit.

“Mood Swings” and “Obstinacy” were the tools that I noted were frequently used by the warring families to show their superiority. One woman, in a fit of mood swings, would utter something stupid and just about the same time, other women would obstinately start a long brawl of words with the former.

It was a tough group to survive with at the beginning, until later on when I started to develop my own swings of mood. But I always maintained a debating journal, to keep myself sane and detached from all the drama happening around me.

My clan members loved me, and so did my old guy along with my other comrades. It was a warm affair of affection, comfort, and yes, of course, strong vigilance. It would get too conservative at times, when I used to ask my old lady if I could come home after eight, and the answer was “NO.” Too many constraints started to take a toll on my curious, detached self. These constraints were never able to restrain my detached self, which was ever willing to explore deeper existence than drama adding shows of addicting life. There was nothing great about dramatic life that uplifted me, other than it causing a stupid mirage of analogies, again leading to mood swings.

A moody mind devoid of restraints, yet full of constraints, creates varied forms of fanatical imagination that ever disturbed my mind. In my struggling mind I would laugh at people who enjoyed freedom by feigning sensual pleasures in celebration of their lives.

Let us use a quick example of my young bipolar uncle, who always enjoyed giving validation whenever he felt the urge to get some whisky going. He would boast of his business accolades, and fill our hearts with passion for achieving the same. At other times, I would see him, after pouring some more whiskey, talk about this lewd woman next door.

My ten-year-old self could easily picture how alcohol made males admit to their emotional constraints and made them brag. “What could it be, other than some constraint affecting my uncle’s mind, trying to free itself from an emotional burden?” I thought to myself. Not long after, I found that throwing tantrums was the only option left to break loose, and I was finally sent for dormitories .

Gentlemen, watch out for how you deal with your mind within those interstices. Interstices are little empty spaces that show up in your routine when you are on a lunch or a smoke break in between periods of work. Work is a great friend of ego, perhaps one of the best soothers to the mind amidst all blocking thoughts. If a person can limit his thoughts by channeling the thought stream into the high realm of his intelligence, that person’s understanding matures. When fuel is fed to the fire in a proper channel, the same fire acts as a useful tool to cook the food.

Similarly, when the fiery intelligence is ignited properly, understanding provides great results. So the understanding is called the final means to attain the end. “Understanding” is the soul of a person, and the very support system of the person’s personality. Let us limit the thoughts first by managing “the mind-rattling interstices” by cognitively producing the methodical weapon of “silent satisfaction.” “Satisfaction” is the most lethal method a person can mentally produce in his ego by detaching one’s understanding from the constraints of freely running thoughts. After all, a person will observe a mental connection happening between his ego and his intelligence, and this is a pure happenstance.

My experience at the dormitories was like being in the streets, and surviving amongst homeless half-comrades in search of shelter. From the age of ten until seventeen, I was only figuring out if there was a drama of life beyond the existential mountains facing my dorm. 

Waking up early in the morning, we learnt the rules fast, and found our ways to kill time. It was a system that sometimes looked extremely hard, and at other times, greatly amusing. Away from the entertainment of life, we took to reading newspapers, and developing an interest in finding new ways to co-exist in a group of little children bickering over control. Some took to following the trail, a few of the children feigned to be “no-achievers” who were fine with menial chores, and some, like me, were just not meant for the system. Funnily enough, I was kicked from one system to another, constantly struggling with my egoistic thoughts to overcome their mythological constraints. 

Escapism was another tool that I picked up in the middle grade, when one of our language professor introduced me to Master Vyaz’s fantasy novels. Six years passed by without a clue, time is a serious yet a complex commodity that is sitting right at the very root of these thoughts. “Time is like a Sun” shining over us with his army of “thoughtful rays.” Who is there, who can confidently say he knows the origin of time or the end of his thoughts? I know there is nobody because people are full of reasons, which are again nothing but egoistic thoughts. Facts, reasons, theories, explanations are all puppets of “Time” or “the rays of Time.” Thus, you cannot fight thoughts (ego) with thoughts (ego) to overcome the complex obstacles forwarded by Time. There have always been ways to the higher realms of individual growth, but those methods are not accessible to the common man. Nor can common persons engaged in their working intelligence comprehend such methods based on the timeless premises of very high understanding, viz., the soul.

Some people say the soul is an energy that is amazing, inconceivable, or perhaps a useless myth that does not exist. Remember, we talked about how our minds (ego) get initiated by one thought, but start to follow another thought. It is all the result of thoughts running the mind (ego) like other planets gravitating around the earth. When thoughts take control of the mind (ego), the mind (ego) starts to revolve aimlessly, and misses out on the deep evolution. Either let your mind (ego) revolve, or you can make it evolve.

Limitless thoughts never allowed my mind (ego) to keep itself away from spoiling attractions and become independently self-situated. The mind (ego) ever searches for a connection from within this heap of branched out thoughts, ever creating identities for a person.

However, an identity is never independent of thoughts, whereas egoistic thoughts form the premises of a person’s identity. When a person dives into the heap of egoistic thoughts intending to connect with another person, he or she gets their minds stuck in logical intelligence. Egoistic thoughts will always represent the dual nature of logical intelligence and so they always imply diverse identities animated by the mind. 

When someone is trying to truly connect with another person, he should not rely on his thoughts; rather, he should use both his mind and his heart, or the aggregate of two, whenever he genuinely seeks to connect. Only using your mind, full of thoughts, never creates a useful connection without the heart, as mere thoughts without any heart are foolish in nature because they are inherently dual in nature. Indeed, “thoughts” altogether in themselves are a unique creation of existence.

Hence, the phenomenon of thinking one thing, and doing another, which highlighted how weak my understanding was, against a powerfully independent mind that was conditioned by egoistic thoughts. Perhaps, such a happenstance only ridicules one’s own intelligence against one’s own tough mind (ego), which is conditioned by one’s thoughts.

This process regularly happens to every other person who is fiercely struggling to gain ascendency over his intelligent mind, in order to understand his present surroundings. I have always been an above average, intelligent student, but only in my theoretical mind because pragmatic life is ruled by energy.

Moving to B.C. was a humbling experience, more than any memory in the beginning. “You can only memorize what you understand”, and to understand, it takes a whole new mind with a different set of aggregate three. Graduating from the dormitories, felt like leaving the army and joining the civil service. My move to B.C. was unprecedented, and I knew in my heart that I had a long way to go before I could get laid. But there was always this silly hope promoting my curiosities, which ever landed me in “No Man’s Land” full of troubles. I see curiosity as the same as “one’s will but without knowledge of the means” to accomplish the end. First year at university was characterized by lot of sniffing around the bushes and sorting out my thoughts (ego) from my actions. It is a serious pain in the butt to separate one’s (ego) thoughts from his or her actions. Flavouring (ego) thoughts can get very negative and demotivating when they start to tinker with the actions in the middle of an act. 

For example, it was usually very tough for me to not hypothetically or egotistically think about an object, and then work to achieve that object. I never really understood the theory of not contemplating an object in order to gain or achieve the very same object. I enjoyed attending classes where I had a chance to meet other mates on a similar level of (ego) thought called the classroom. Outside the class, everything was full of confusion and ambiguity, troubling my mind (ego) with “aimless thoughts,” which I also called “curiosity.” I still remember riding on a bus, and getting to sleep with this person just because I dared to express my impressive thoughts (ego). 

The university twenties is when time starts to hit you with full speed egoistic thoughts entering your mind to make you act radically. Mind (Ego), presided by the element of space, possesses wonderful activity. Space disturbs the mind (ego) to perform action because the emptiness of space procreates limitless thoughts. In other words, thoughts are space, or the empty space is one universal thought. Mind made of indestructible energy, when disturbed by the emptiness of space, undertakes actions. Thoughts are many, space is vast, but mind is one. Again this very empty space cruelly disturbs men’s hearts by regularly producing fear in the name of “unknown.” Space can never be understood without curbing one’s own thoughts first. So the fear could never be overcome without first restraining one’s own mind (ego) by curbing these egoistic thoughts and abstaining from the curiosity sparked by the empty space viz., leading to baseless thoughts.

After moving to B.C., I spent six space-driven years investigating my (ego) mind and getting hold of some relevant logic. Hah, I would like to laugh here, because I was wrong and very naïve back then.

How can you investigate something that has no beginning and no end? No matter how intelligent a person may be, you still cannot investigate something that is devoid of the very premises. Intelligent people might conclude using the tools of intelligent assumptions or analysis, but only on the premises of their limited purposes. Why are people so mad in search of their life’s purpose? Because their minds dread the unknown fears, produced by the vastness of space? At least purpose makes people “time bound” in their own mind (ego), and helps them to find some meaningful peace in their lives.

Similarly, I took to some interesting hobbies in my past times to escape the demons in my mind. Working out at the gym, and taking a glimpse at sweaty females was one of my favorite past times for a short while. Sometimes stretching, and at other times flexing, it was an awesome use of time, but a waste of mind. I never really had the heart to approach one such female, except when I feigned myself waiting for the dumbbells. To save my mind from the pool of baseless thoughts, I consistently found myself diving into another such pool. All this kept taking place until I found how these purposes always ruled our (ego) minds in the garb of “powerfully perpetuating topics.”