vajra

Magik never was about a scrupulous mysticism - it never stood in strange separation from daily activity, as if you could lock it in a ritual room, visited in imperious moments to provoke a Will to manifest. Magik was never about a complaisant scientific experimenting guarded carefully as a wish-fulfilling jewel. You cannot lock it away as a tool, a means to an end. And this is why there are numerous texts prophesying Magikal arts that have only amounted to interesting reading. And the few occult works with finagled promise of a supreme power takes the form of a nonchalant insanity. Magik, to date, in the vast mass of civilization, remains a theoretical notion, a patronisingly treacherous entertainment, because those who speak about it are stuck purely at speech. And the reason for this is simple. Magik is misunderstood. By boxing it into an art of concentrated will, into a numinous collection of ancient words that unlock hidden doors, by making it into a mutated empowerment, the realm of Magik has been infiltrated with half-lies upon half-lies. We have treated Magik like a potion - a concoction; take a swig and transform into that which you delectably desire. Did you seriously think you could plaster a plaque announcing your Mastership in Magikal Arts, and consider yourself credible? And now, we exist in a world that does not see Magik anywhere. Except for fleeting moments within yourselves that you rapidly disregard though it haunts you forever.

The task here is not to salvage Magik back to its glory; it was the glory that destroyed it. The task, rather, is to return it to its original state: a state of humility. Creation itself is Magik. Even more poignantly, the Spirit that forms the whole of Spirituality - is Magik. For too long has this phenomenon been separated wrongfully into two different things. The Mindfulness that induces miraculous feats from the Yogis, the sanctity of the Gnostics, the battleground of the Shaman, the Nowness of the New-Ager, the radiance of the Muslim, the stillness of the Buddhists, the transcendence of Rastafarians, the healing touch of Reiki, the chanting of the Pagan, and the prayer of the Christian - all cause for Spiritual Peace, is a gift of Magik. The importance of integrating Spirit and Magik as one is unmistakable now. This intent of dissolving differences is fundamental to the spiritual process - it is in line with the everlasting Tantric law: separating and comparing the truth that underlies all forms is the cause for suffering. It is the cause of loneliness. This is why Tantra bids you to integrate. Yet the integration is but the first step towards the panorama of the Magikal.

What is Magik? Magik is the 90% of the brain that we don't use. Reality is the other 10 percent. Magik is what's in a child's eye when he sees snow for the first time. Magik is what's in an animal's eye when it first begins to play with the others. It's what's in the eyes of two lovers when they exchange wedding vows. Magik is what clears all normality away. But just because we know about Magik doesn't mean we can use it.

Everything said thus far was to establish that Magik is inert and inherent. But just because you are Magik, does not mean you are doing Magik. It doesn't mean you know how to wield it. This is the sated paradox that actually isn't much of a paradox at all. For all the avid spiritualists keen to run away into a fantasy world emphasising a freedom that they do not possess, let us be clear on the forefront: when you can actually walk on water, then may you consider yourself a wielder of Magik. At any time, upon your will. Until then, you must be innocuously objective about your state of mind, slashing all discordious delusions that snuggles you into a self-made iridescence that actually does not exist. The first lie that must be dropped, is you calling yourself a Magikian just because you believe in Magik. You may be an empath, your intuition may be acute - but this does not make you a Magikian. Call yourself a believer of Magik, and work to become a Magikian. Otherwise you will waste a tremendous amount of time entertaining lies unbridled from any sense of thoughtfulness. Until you can walk on water, you are no Magikian. And when you can walk on water, take the boat.

This is a total revolution of the mind. Internal Silence of the mind - is just that. The Toltecs speak of it as much as the Gnostics and the Buddhists. In order to understand Magik, we need to understand ourselves. We need to know what we fear, what we crave, what we actually want. This is why honesty is so vital, and the writing of a spiritual journal so very necessary. You need to see yourself. And writing only when you feel you have something substantial to say that you have been musing over, is only to tell half of the truth. When a real sincerity is attained, the Magik automatically begins to unfold, and then, you are perfectly synchronised for the instructions of High Magik.

We are all on the same path – towards pathlessness. As the saying goes, "why call it a path? To call it a path denotes a destination, a period of time, and a journey through which to get there. Perhaps you are already here and the only thing stopping you is that you still call it a path."

What is the skilfulness of focusing your Attention? Well, the moment you direct your attention into a state of being, it naturally begins to expand with your breathe - growing more real and tangible. The expansion heightens your awareness. In this way do we bring to ourselves that which has meaning, purpose and direction. Every choice nakedly proclaiming truth and truth alone, because whatever you focus on is what you become – you are forming reality, as predestined as that may be.

In Buddhism, the Diamond Sutra says, “Where there is perception, there is deception.” So on the one hand, the real task is to transcend perception – but since you are already perceiving, you must realise: whatever you perceive will become your reality. And no one else can tell you their perception is more real, because in essence, both perceptions are delusions anyway. In the ultimate state of things, they are delusions. But here, if one man says there is gravity, and you say you can fly, is he really more right than you? Even if you try, and die. Just because all the evidence points in his direction, is yours really a wasted life? People are born, they grow, eat, work, procreate, and die. It is so meaningless, that if you try to fly and burst your brain trying, what is lost? Just cause you stepped out of a queue of conformity; because to them, everything is pointing towards gravity?

Life isn’t about evidence. It isn’t even about being remembered – though we cling to that as a last resort, having nothing else. No one needs to know. And as for the man who challenges you to step in front of a car to show you that he is right, his life itself is empty and without adventure. The best thing that could happen to him is if he himself steps in front of a speeding automobile, just so that, for once in his life, he could feel the rush of life. Because at that very moment all the options that are available to you flashes before you for a split second before you are hit, showing you your infinite power - that somehow, irrevocably, remains untapped. You will know in that millionth of a second that you can prevent this, but not using confidence, not even with belief – but with something that needs a secret realisation, and without it, gravity indeed seems more real. Just because you let that car hit you because you simply do not believe, because you do not know how to tap that potential in you, does not mean that car is all there is. It is much more worthwhile to imagine what kind of reality would allow you to fly, because that... now that would bring you so much closer to what is untapped in you. So what if you fail? Sometimes I think the only reason why we endure the imprisoning aspects of life is because we know somehow that we can fly. Knowing that, deep down, is what gives us strength. We know that we wouldn’t be here, playing this game, if we couldn’t fly. As dark as it may get – the truth is still the same.

And the Truth is beautiful, for it is everywhere. Even in ugliness.

To find the truth, look in simplicity. There is a grand radiance about simplicity that is unmatchable, that builds on itself in absolute poetry - and yet - has not moved at all. Oneness IS Nothingness.

There are four steps to learning the Warrior Code:

1. Ruthlessness.
2. Cunning.
3. Patience.
4. Sweetness.

Ruthlessness should not be harshness.
Cunning should not be cruelty.
Patience should not be negligence.
Sweetness should not be foolishness.

These four steps have to be practiced and perfected until they are so smooth they are unnoticeable.

The Five Faces of Shiva.

On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings—oh, happy chance!—
I went forth without being observed, My house being now at rest.

In darkness and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised—oh, happy chance!—
In darkness and in concealment, My house being now at rest.

In the happy night, In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught, Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.

This light guided me More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me—
A place where none appeared.

Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in the Beloved!

Upon my flowery breast, Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him, And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

The breeze blew from the turret As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck And caused all my senses to be suspended.

I remained, lost in oblivion; My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself, Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.