Tales of the wretched: Ashok and his mother – Chapter 3: A place to call home

Tales of the wretched: Ashok and his mother – Chapter 3: A place to call home

5 October 2017

 

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After he had eaten all of the bread, Annie washed her son’s face with the little water in the bottle she had carried from the shelter and hugged him. She then lay him back in his pram and fell asleep next to him on the mattress on the floor. The otherwise silent night was interrupted only by cooing of her son who seemed to be questioning her presence and to which she responded by a croaking type of cooing that seemed to delight her son. Slowly, both fell into a deep slumber.

The next day, Annie went to the shelter again, feeling more emboldened by the previous night’s success. She looked for Ashok and finding him there volunteered a smile which somehow lit her otherwise crumpled and unhappy face. Ashok smiled back at her and moved closer, hoping that she would tell him more about herself. It was not that she interested him in any way personally but somehow he felt that if he could help her, then it would be like compensating the time when he was not able to help his mother. Today the meal was vegetable patties and he had saved a couple for her which she took with gratitude and slid into her bra.

As she made her way out after the meal, Ashok followed her stealthily and found out where she dwelt the night. His eyes took in keenly the presence of the child and the feeding scene that brought tears to his eyes as it reminded him of a time when his own mother had fed him like that. He retreated soundlessly and promised himself to come the next day so as not to startle her during a timing when most women would feel vulnerable, especially that she would know he had followed her. He did not want her to mistake him for a stalker although funnily enough it could be viewed exactly that way as he had followed her from the shelter.

The next morning when he arrived he was surprised to see a bulldozer on the premises knocking down the building. He started running towards the house before he was stopped by one of the workers.

  • You can’t go in there Sir, said the worker
  • There’s a woman and her child in there
  • Nobody lives in this place Sir, it is a deserted building and we had put the warning signs that this building would be knocked down today for any squatters that might still want to use the premises
  • I tell you there is a woman with her baby in there

The workers stopped and Ashok raced inside to where he had seen Annie last with her baby. Sure enough she was there lying on the mattress with her baby next to her, oblivious of the fact that the building was about to cave in on her. Ashok woke her up and the trio left the building closely followed by the workers. One of them who seemed to be in charge mentioned they would have to report the incident to social workers as there was a baby involved but Ashok mentioned that there was no need for that as he would take in Annie and the baby. The man resisted but Ashok and the other workers sided together to convince him that the matter was better solved this way.

Annie followed Ashok to his home wondering why he was being kind. Many thoughts raced across her half-dazed mind on what may be the reasons: was he a weirdo, would he hurt her but that thought disappeared as soon as it surfaced, would he attempt to pimp her off, etc. Meanwhile Ashok just glanced at her from time to time sitting behind with her baby in her lap and the seatbelt fastened on top. He thought to himself that he would need to buy a proper baby seat now. For some reason it created a tight knot in his neck which was not uncomfortable. On arriving home, he opened the car door for her and took the baby from her while she eased herself out. He could see that it was a long time that she had not been in a car from the awkward way in which she came out as if emerging from a pool.

Ashok put the baby back in his pram that he retrieved from the trunk of the car and pushed the pram along while Annie was taking in the surroundings still dazed. This was a nicer neighbourhood than any she had been in aside from that neighbourhood a long time ago when she had worked in a beautiful office and earned a lot of money. She sighed thinking that sometimes one ruins one’s own life with some very small mistakes that cumulate over time. She could not even remember how she had slowly got into debt and how it had lead her to prison. She could not even recall properly the time after that when she had had a child with a man who had then abandoned her. Slowly but surely her descent into her wretched state had finally led into living on the streets with her baby.

When they reached the house, Ashok eased the baby out of the pram and put the child in his mother’s arms. He then proceeded to show her the bathroom mentioning that she could bathe the child there while he would fetch some clothes. He left her and the child and rapidly went to a convenience store to fetch some food as well as some clothes both for Annie and her child. Upon his return he could hear loud splashing and when he knocked on the bathroom door Annie mentioned he should not come in so he mentioned he would put the clothes on the floor and waited in the living room. Shortly after he had started putting together a meal, Annie entered with her baby. Ashok was surprised to note that she looked less grumpy and was almost pretty though her face was still puffed up. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

  • You may consider this place your home, said Ashok
  • Thank you. I am very grateful, she said
  • You are most welcome

Annie could not hold back her tears and rushed to Ashok and hugged him tight, feverishly repeating may God bless him to which he answered that he already felt blessed because his mother was surely smiling now from where she was.

 

La Terre vue du ciel – Arman Amar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wLqdIe7saE

Remnants of the sky

Remnants of the sky

5 October 2017

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Yesterday

I walked into Earth

Slowing pace

Snuffed the race

Heavy footsteps aligning

Shadows of my Self

 

Sunlit path

Bursting from the seams

Coiled presence

Breathing dense

Magmatic matter fuming

Boiling resuming

 

Coupled Eye

Whirling through the sigh

Escaping

Littered lips

Thirsting as the monster sips

Remnants of the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Eyes Shut – Ólafur Arnalds, Alice Sara Ott

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtVbdCpNetE

Sometimes

Sometimes

3 October 2017

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Sometimes curse

Let it escape you

Profane lane

Pouring straight

Your arms around your body

Let bile deliver

 

Sometimes pray

Let it invade you

Cathedral

Sit steady

Your hands on knees folded tight

Rewinding the light

 

Sometimes Love

Let it surround you

Blooming rose

Colour filled

I’ll watch you as we sit thrilled

Our souls bodies stilled

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Distant God – Talvin Singh feat. Leone

Seven Notes – Talvin Singh

The Bliss – -Talvin Singh and Niladri Kumar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gBGjYYzAKU

Stardom and financial solidity

Stardom and financial solidity

2 October 2017

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We all have watched movies and some of us may have envied the stars for being in a job that joined passion and profitability but probably few of us ever thought about how these stars managed their finances. I was just reading an article today and was surprised to see certain names of stars who purportedly are « broke ».

For those of us « mortals » with defined income streams at modest to slightly higher than modest levels, it can appear difficult that someone earning millions to tens of millions could ever be « broke » in a lifetime let alone in a decade but the truth is just staring us in the face. While the emphasis is on the stars in this article which I attach a link to below, it is clear how the same can be applied to the uber rich or the Very High Net Worth Individuals (VHNWI) including high earners in the sports arena.

In this context, it is clearly visible that not only the financial advisor to a star (or a VHNWI) has to have a proper “backbone” and try to talk them out of the impulsive spending but also a star (or a VHNWI) has to seriously consider – at the onset of the relationship – entering into a contract where the financial advisor is sufficiently empowered to curb such spending. Where required, a projected budget taking into account spending requirements of the star (VHNWI) should be made on an annual basis. Reaching a balance between a good lifestyle as desired and leaving a proper cushion for future availability of cash should be one of the top priorities for such contracts. Sadly, as with most advisors dealing with VHNWI, advisors do not approach the subject allowing their clients to deplete their wealth inconsiderately.

For those of you advisors who are able to mitigate your clients’ request and convince them of appropriate spending habits in line not only with their current earnings but also keeping in mind their projected earnings and lifestyle over their lifetime, I salute your temerity and hard work as I know it is a difficult task. Till then, you can read and be bemused like I was at some of the names in the article.

Article on stars who are “broke”

http://www.nickiswift.com/1169/celebs-fame-fortune/sl/johnny-depp

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The Scribes 4: Retro conjuring and Elohim’s blessings

The Scribes 4: Retro conjuring and Elohim’s blessings

1 October 2017

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Scribe 23 had now recovered from her disappointment and despair at having ruined the ceremony of releasing the primal. The Master had not come to visit her for a couple of weeks after the incident when a hurried act needed to be carried out instead of the beautiful ceremony that so many scribes had hoped to witness. She was not sure at first whether it was because she had caused the incident but he soon reassured her that it was simply because he was too busy with other ventures.

She walked around aimlessly in the house as she had already conjured all the items the people from the neighbouring cities requested with the help of all the energies that were available as well as to the residual energy in her heart. She realised that Elohim had only sucked the excess energy but left her enough to conjure all the imtes. Such was the power of the Masters that they knew to the milligram of energy what would be required. She sighed and thought to herself that she must forget this unfortunate event and look forward to when new items would be needed again for conjuring. Unfortunately now nobody would need her to conjure anything for several weeks. She realised that this meant she must keep away from the sun or she would involuntarily soak in more energy and risk reaching a point of combustion.

It was while she was walking aimlessly that the Master arrived. As usual she could feel his presence but not see his face. It seemed that he was not yet ready to disclose fully his identity and show his face.

  • I need you to come with me, he said
  • Whereto, she answered
  • We are having a ceremony and I want you to be a part of it
  • That would be lovely. Let me get my cloak and we can leave

Scribe 23 put on her cloak and followed her Master using her echolocation skills as she could not see him. They journeyed through portals that took them through continents in the same way that a joyride would take someone from one point to the other like a train in a twirling tunnel. Her Master seemed to always stay ahead of her and she was glad as she had no idea where they were going. When her Master finally stopped travelling into portals, she could see a small clearing in the woods where her Master was heading. Scribe 23 shook some of the ice that had formed around her cloak as some of the portals’ waters was frozen. She looked toward her Master and enquired why they were in the woods.

  • We need to go ahead with the releasing of the primal according to the ancient tradition, he said
  • Was he not already released?
  • Yes he was but he was put back to sleep to gather more forces and to be awoken at the right time
  • Why do a few weeks only make a difference
  • It is all about equinox calculation my dearest pupil. One day, one hour or sometimes even one second can change the overall design of the multiverse

Scribe 23 said nothing as her Master said this final truth that she herself had come to realise throughout her life. One minute could change everything sometimes between finding a door open or closed, between catching a train or losing it. She asked her master whether he would show himself now but he was unwilling to do so but mentioned he would after the ceremony was over.

They both sat on a small tree trunk in the midst of the clearing and waited. Scribe 23 wondered what they were waiting for and wanted to ask her Master but he seemed too engrossed in meditation so she did not dare disturb him. Just as this thought occurred to her, he opened his eyes and told her that they would not have to wait for long anymore. No sooner had he said that than a group of scribes started arriving and took seating at the other tree trunks. As she watched them getting seated she realised that the tree trunks were disposed in a circle and seemed to have been disposed that way by humans and not by nature.

  • We are in the midst of an ancient circle of life, said the Master
  • This is the first time I see one
  • It will not be your last. There will be many more to come

Scribe 23 was awed by the prospect of the ceremony and the appearance of other Masters. These were visible to the naked eye and had their own apprentice scribe accompanying them. They all smiled at her as if she were a child and she smiled back, a bit embarassed by their attention and how inexperienced she felt they thought her to be. The Master giggled by her side and she knew that he had sensed her embarassment. After everybody had gathered, some of the scribes lit a fire by projecting some of his energy onto the pile of leaves and tree trunks at the center of the clearing. As soon as the fires were high, the scribes starting throwing something that seemed like leaves except that they had aromatic scents to them when they burnt.

The Master asked Scribe 23 to sit as near to the fire as she could possibly do and he then proceeded to attaching a second locket at her neck. It looked very similar to the first locket he had granted her and he answered her mentally that it was. After attaching it, the Master asked her to circle the fire seven times before stopping in front of him again, which she did eager to please him. At the end of the seventh round, the Master slowly materialised in front of her eyes and she was amazed at his appearance. Before she could say anything, a sound of clapping made her turn around. On the opposite side of where she and the Master stood, there drifted the head of Elohim, the Primal Master.

She cried out in surprise and this caused Elohim to come closer. It was a strange sight to see this head floating without a body but Elohim answered her that he did not need a body, nor a head for that matter but that it helped create a link with people who could not see beyond the physical. Elohim offered to create himself a body if she felt uncomfortable talking to a head but she said she was fine so he stayed as a head. The Master then introduced her officially to Elohim as being his disciple and Master at which Elohim smiled. When he smiled, the whole forest seemed to shine with a beautiful golden ray and the trees seemed on fire although she knew that this was not possible.

Slowly and carefully, Elohim materialised outstretched hands and placed them on her shoulders. With a slight pull to her frame, he brought her closer to him and blessed her three times announcing that she was now a Master in her own right. After he had blessed her, all the scribes rose and she was hailed as a Master before they all clapped. Once the clapping had subsided, the Master asked her to lead the dance around the fires and she led them heartily, dancing a gig, her hand tightly held by the Master who followed her every step. As they danced around faster and faster, it seemed to Scribe 23 that they were literally dancing on the fire that seemed to coil around itself like a fractal snail so she asked the Master whether they would hurt themselves. The Master merely gazed at her and smiled.

 

Aphrodite – Stive Morgan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9z8ProJKN8

Angels without wings

Angels without wings

29 September 2017

 

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Explosion

Then the water flows

Between us

Deepened bond

We bear white garlands from streams

Knitted in my dreams

 

Colours roll

Inside sunshine’s glint

Joyous spread

Green, blue, red

Hues uncertain times renew

Mistaken instead

 

I ring true

When we ring lather

Foam condensed

Corpse too tense

Chromatic discolouring

Angels without wings

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Fix you – Coldplay

Viva la Vida – Coldplay

A Sky Full of Stars – Coldplay

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPRjCeoBqrI

Sirens sailors sink

Sirens sailors sink

21-22 September 2017

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Mossy waves

Floating petals shades

Everglades

Wonder’s point

The colours observed disjoint

Hues of red and blue

 

Colour rule

Teachings of old school

Pupil mild

Like a child

Outer quiet inner wild

Rocking the boat two

 

Ship at sea

The mind keeping low at bay

Thunderous

Waves that bring

Ship wreck to my toe nail pink

Sirens sailors sink

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sirens’ song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujAfhLLVM7E

Valentine

Valentine

21 September 2017

 

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Simply star

Whirling through my skies

Heaven’s gift

Bright adrift

One and only all uplift

With your tender care

 

All you are

The truth pearling through the lies

Amber’s hue

Deepest blue

Criss cross on my heart so true

Bold colours to dare

 

Near and far

Your breath removed from my sighs

Valentine

Turpentine

Frames living high on cloud nine

No colours will spare

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Love my Soul – Agron

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9xWnIjCFrE

Coordinated

Coordinated

19 September 2017

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Two to twirl

In shimmering swirl

Man woman

Boy and girl

Irreductible process

Coordinated

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sentimientos – Astor Piazzolla

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQfxBXstcUM

The Cleopatra Tales 6: Soul memory healing prayer

The Cleopatra Tales 6: Soul memory healing prayer

18 September 2017

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You can play this prayer if you need to heal trauma-based memories from this lifetime or from other lifetimes.  To do this, you need to lie down comfortably, empty your mind of worries and when you feel relaxed by taking deep breaths, you play this loud or with headphones on.

I hope it works for you as it works for me.

This prayer is more for cleansing consciousness of the hurt as the soul in the real sense of the term does not need healing (we tend to call that the oversoul) while what we call commonly soul and which is actually our consciousness may require healing.

Wishing you love and balance.

Reciting of the soul prayer: