Laila-Majnu, Advaitha and the twin-hearts

This post is a part of MyStory Project and The Humane Body Project for Connect.™️. The idea is #humanityacrossboundaries where even the boundaries within ourselves for what is right/wrong, good/bad, acceptable/unacceptable shapes our light and dark selves. These, in turn, separates selfish and selfless into ‘good’ and ‘bad’ judgements closing our hearts to ourselves and to those of others beyond commonsense into violence of each due to prejudice to what is truth.

I found the following words on Google {morning of 4-June-2021} about 2-4 days after I posted the following text. My mind took that much time to ponder over the mythological story of Vrinda, Jalandhara and Vishnu and the story of how the Saligram came to be! Turns out Vrinda, Vrindava and Radha are connected to Krishna. Krishna and Shiva are both darkblue-bodied people. Again, Vedic cosmology seems to be human evolution as discerned by humans at a time when there was no internet to communicate cosmological scientific inquiry so that there is sameness of understanding. It may not have been the best given how diverse our religious perspectives have turned out to be somuchso that science and religion do not see eye to eye. I happen to be the privileged one crazy enough to inquire into this, that and everything and then choose nothing to live life by!

These Peacock feathers came into my life at a time when I was lost to my relationship with space and time, disillusioned by relationships. I may have lost my soul-song, so to speak. Musicians call it 'bairag.' I was searching, wandering about in public places in search of answers in nooks and corners to existential questions while holding onto my Work as a medical transcriptionist like a lifeline since that was the only thing that made sense, knew how to do, some semblance of why to do and what my role was in the schema of things at that point in time while nothing else made sense. I worked as a Sr.QA in a medical transcription firm. An existential crisis and then identity crisis came much later as things began to make sense, and then I began figuring out and putting pieces together to have a life that works amicably for me and others without rocking the boat. I then began liking the benefit of ordering life from chaos and chaos as life, so when the tide went lull, I started stirring my cup of life to keep things fresh. There has never been a dull moment in my life since; I, then, had to figure what to have more - chaos or order {I chose both in a fine blend of 60% order and 40% chaos} - and how to keep having the fine balance such that Order and Chaos are both happy for what yogis would call sthirasukhasana. Needless to say my experience also informs the Course that is DharmaPada For SoulSatisfaction™️.

The Peacock features - I bought a bunch of them, 6 of them, I think. This is during the lost and disoriented space that I call 'my Holocaust in Life.' I kept 2 of them feathers in my room - one seemed lonely - and gave the rest to my parents' puja room decoration downstairs, or so I thought. They stared back at me every time I moved downstairs or in my room reminding me of something, I did not know what; life maybe. I was hypervigilant to everything, I think, particularly people. I was watching from inside the goings on and the treatments metted out to me as a person, a human, a female, as all those identities singly and together makes me me. I was their problem. I know how an object feels when dealt with as something for practical purposes and when the object is treated like a subject. Talk about a crash-course in spirituality by a system conditioned to experimentation, violence and animalistic behaviour. I know what subhuman means from an evolutionary perspective and 'becoming human' to me is not a new-age spiritual mumbo-jumbo. I, certainly, understand what the particles at CERN must be feeling like, or so I think; I am of the human race as is too, you see? Violence is cultured legally and illegally inside our domestic homes and circles, which is from where icons and 'anti-social' elements become outstanding performers, like symptoms of a disease.

I did not know the significance of things back then, I think. Survival was more a concern; I had a job but nothing else about my life made sense or what I am to do with me and my life, why am I to be other than the role I played in my job. I liked the features; the changing trans-inducing myriad colours with the stable calm constant 'eyes' something to hold onto whenever I looked at them, and I looked at them alright coz they were quite beautifully contrasting against Victorian-white walls of my room that reflected whatever colour bounced off it. I did not know it then but it helped heal my senses quite confused between what people were saying, what they were doing, what their body language was saying and my perceptions peaked with a QA-advantage was saying which was all quite traumatising for me at the time, I did not know. I was too busy figuring out how to get my life back together coz everyone else seemed to have! {like I missed some important class that had lessons that everyone else was privy to and hence was left out to catch up on!}. I am writing this post so I survived well enough for it to be a good happily ever after kind of hairy fairly tale story which I will reveal in nibbles over time, so this is a good story, dear Readers. Like I said earlier, I found a way to keep my cup of life stirred and fresh and beautifulizing {I dont know if this is what those ancient people called the Holy Grail/Fountain of Youth/Golden Fleece and all those fantastic names but if it is, they are going to be so pissed that it is not an object or thing they can hold and do things with. Let's call it 'God;' the idea of 'God' is confusingly complex and amorphous as it is somuchso that people are fighting over a soft-idea that is meant to be bigger than themselves or everything and is meant to be a protector, preserver, life-caretaker but with divided perspectives as God-fearing and God-loving people fighting over who is right!}(I like my idea of Life, sounds so much like a better version of the idea of 'God;' I'd like to think of it as 'God-evolved' version coz I am not satisfied with whatever ideas people have out there of this good nice concept called 'God,' especially due to all the gory details 😡). Lovely to have ranted it out; another of my pet peeves. Dont worry, dear Reader, if this writeup seems like a many-turn journey. It is all like a Russian doll or telescope; all related, only needs to be examined in specific unique spaces in due states of mind. So is also the case in any classic legendary movie or book; every time you watch or read it, you find another layer, another version of story somuchso that you wonder if it is the same story you are watching or reading. The sands of the human mind sifts and morphs in accordance with the waves that moves through its contours at a point in time forming new landscapes, you see?

Mine is a believe-it-or-not lifestory so it is gonna take some time getting your head around it. Why am I sharing my life story snippets here? It is related to the feathers {picture above} and to my idea of Advaitha through what pranic healers may be calling as twin-hearts only I find my idea of twin-hearts is like the 'ardhanareeshwar' or the trinity or what an Indian husband would call his 'ardhangi.' Without this kind of Advaitha, heaven remains up and hell down and we humans remain in lockdowns in between waiting for a saviour. Hebrew has a letter to conceptualise this idea - Vav - up down, left right, front back to hold the in and out of a person in commonsense.

Laila-Majnu are amongst a few of the Romeo-Juliet kind of love birds stories in Asia-Pacific folklore. They say they were so in tune with each other that when Majnu was hurt Laila would hurt even if she was not anywhere in the vicinity of Majnu's happenstance. I thought, waah?! {I am a wonderer, you see? When I encounter a new idea, I wonder and then ponder, and then take it apart until threadbare and then put it together in a way that makes sense to my questioning mind on how it works together in comparison to the idea as is presented out there. Yogic people may call this 'contemplation;' I call it figuring out. Coupled with the right questions, it is good for developing scientific temperament}. It is not until much later, in fact in the past year since the lockdown began that I began practicing Nirbeeja Yoga®️ more earnestly seeing how any of my Work thus far would have value only when shared with people such that they get the benefit similar to what I see possible through this Work. The twin-heart syndrome began to make sense, but not in a way that the 'twin-heart meditation' is done or its benefits talked about. 
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Lots of love songs, ballads actually, talk about this Laila-Majnu phenomenon. Some of the regional Indian music talks about it, for example 'Jeevamshamay thaane nee yennil,' 'en Mel vizhunda mazaithuliye,' 'ninnade olavinalli novalli nalivinalli.' Sanatana dharma speaks of it too, for example in the story of how Parvathi found Shiva or how Savithri worked with Dharmaraaja {God of Death} to elongate Sathyavaan's life and have her social fabric of life be repaired, but I guess no one really reads them. We tend to read our ancient texts and mythology literally, instead of reading them as symbols and representatives of cosmic phenomenon {like read, lifecycle of a star/galaxy/universe/cosmos} by which to live a good life. I mean people may be chanting off of them, performing rituals, keeping the books on pedestals and the like and even teaching their children 'worthy of such education' about them but, like most 'educated people,' most dont know what they learned in school because the basics are often forgotten to be revisited. True education is really iteration of the basics unto advancement, which is when something is learned, else the logic is not gotten and memory palaces do not form. Without it, schizophrenic constructs {fragmented incomplete understanding of a concept or field of study comes about and we have artificial intelligence that does not last the test of time and/or creates entropy and/or violence rather than original intelligence - the ability to create something original that is consistent with and sustainable by organic humane Implicate Order} and/or roteing becomes necessary because of which the roads need to be relaid every few times or we make things that do not last the test of time. It is like a house; a house is, essentially, the foundation in elevation mode. The number of floors buildable is consistent with how strong the foundation is, so in essence the house is the foundation basically within which life gets shaped in accordance with how well the basics is maintained. Without such integrative/yogic developmental learning, people do not know how to read or understand but mostly what to do with the education they received and so remain 'uneducated'! {My pet peeve that I find so much in vogue, sociologist could have a career in healthcare from it!}{Also, my sentences go in conjunction-relay of ideas into loong sentence when I am impassioned by an idea, which seems to be a lot of the time it seems, but I did it again here. Cant say 'oops' coz there is so much steam that a pressure cooker can hold, especially when some things are better said than not! Like shoonya may say, 'I haven't started yet and dont get me started as well as I am not going to stop now that I have started!' as the irresistible force and immovable object holding each other in dynamicstillnesses. Shoonya or Nothing is where I live my life from as my Homebase, you see? Some people call them dervish or 'black holes' in the societal stellar constellation. In my estimate, it is when a person has the ability to live attached to nothing while being in the middle of everything that in-dividuation really comes about. It all depends on the degree of individuation and the degree of nonviolence as harmony within, you see? That is what Vedic mathematics and gematria, sacred geometrical development is all about. Check out Nirbeeja Yoga®️; the whole methodology is to enable living from Nothing as homebase🙂}.

The feathers - they are always together, like my eyes; I have a pair of them but extra ocular muscles move them differently when my right and left sides of the brain are processing different things simultaneously or separately, kinda like the yin and yang in active physics mode.

How are the feathers connected to Laila-Majnu and all the romantic songs? They call it the 'twin-hearts.' We are never alone, even in our bodies. We have voluntary and involuntary processes in our physiology that keeps us functioning the way they do and managing with how things are by our body as the hub of the wheel {read, 'charkha'}, the life we live is spun into existence by threads of love to form the fabric of time and space. Love is like the gossamer threads that holds things together; even hate is a form of love, as in love gone sour, but it is love nevertheless {just change the decay and love gets restored as relationship-manager for healthification as long as there is care enough to watch for signs of decay. Samudra Manthan is basically churning the ocean of care {where milk is the care in the blood, like mothers can secrete milk only when nurturing a young one} such that life is maintained sustainably.

The point I am attempting to make through this post is this: When we are in sync with how our body is, in agreement with the pace and rhythms and anatomy and physiology of how OUR PERSONAL BODY is, a fine balance between yin and yang {read chaos and order..or irresistible force and immovable object that the masculine and feminine aspects of not just our individual body but also a family unit needs to be} comes about so that balance between being and doing in a do-be-do-be-do-be-do-be-do format maintains the dynamism that is Life such that hadthal or strikes or lockdowns in the normal flow of life does not impede what the system is there for to begin with {which is to Work while having fun, for the unenlightened yet}! There is a fine marriage between polarities happening within the framework of our individual bodies. When this internal marriage is maintained well, social health is maintained well. Personal fertile nonviolent immunity against violation of harmony is what it means to be a civilian soldier - a citizen {of a Country called Earth}. When a person lives in sync with the breath of life as the fabric of life {read Meristem Intelligence®️}, a person is in Terabithiya where original intelligence resides. A person is the smallest unit of a society, you see? We are all part of one EarthFamily, EarthHouse. We have just this one house, one life, one body that we are sure to have where all else is mere conjecture.

Disclaimer 🏳️: I am not responsible for any disruption in the social order or in marriages from reading this post; I did not create the mismanagement because of which people go to school but do not ponder over what they studied to begin with. I am only speaking things from developing a habit of 'check the basics when things go out of whack and work on fixing the problem than calling it quits' and also 'do the right thing even if it takes forever finding the solution' attitude. A 'care enough' attitude is balm for just about any inflammation in the personal and societal body for solving any disturbance; nonviolence is the best ointment. A little care goes a long loong way in making the world a better place to live in, no matter what the prevalent conditions. Try it. I find it always works.🏳️

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