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There was another aspect looming in the consciousness. In the act of being aware of all the enlightenment possible. In the politically right philosopher’s terms, it might be the biggest blunder of an ignorant soul. But I am not talking about the petty mocks and awareness and due comparison of one’s intellectual levels. I am talking beyond comparing of weighing the point. I’m talking of actually having felt a thorough lash of storming in the head that has perhaps not taken me into the divine meditation. But, clarified some bland concepts in the right-est of shades and taste.  I’m talking about knowing the reality as a simple momentary clash of telepathic waves in the environment can pretty much solve every other question and resolve the enlightenment code. Philosophy asserts in every doctrine of itself, that we are globules of individual realities. Individual perspectives, notions and ideas derived from our consciousness as well as experiences. We should convict our passions past the fear codes methodised by the unreal society. Then an abyss of pleasant boredom and meaninglessness along with euphoric sense of self-assortment and esteem happens. Our thoughts are dead expressions, then, ain’t it? Isn’t life just a psychosomatic sense of reflexes then? Justified by their occurrence along with the triggers coded by our own urge towards one ulterior choice. We crave for something, we get it! Yes, that should be the introductory cliché of every paragraph that starts teaching the youngest of mind, the most useless essays of educational setup. The standardised conviction of each one achieving his or her own thought without worrying about the other probabilities. Our cleverness and intelligence has taught us a bad moral code of adhering to the awareness of risks and protection and prevention and naturalisation and other disciplines, respectively. We have grown out of the shackles of freedom to convict ourselves inside the teeny tiny bubbles a guy who died centuries ago, designed. The guy must’ve looked out for his sense of comfort, and the world, well, it always follows. We have to follow. We are not carnivores. We have unity naturally in ourselves. Now, that sentence strongly holds another sense of perception unlike the literary jargon says. We have been taught since the awareness of pain, to always alert ourselves to avoid sites of crime. We are never taught the freedom of being alive, firsthandedly. Our kids grow up with the same fear that we grew up under our parent’s care. We call it discipline to tag it gracefully along with the society, which we follow religiously.

That brings us to the question. What exactly is a society?

Take a breath and concentrate on a blank space in your closed perception of sight.

Now, aren’t we all different? I mean, all of us. Every human being breathing in the nook and cranny of the world has seen a different height, angle, experience, pain, happiness, torture and pleasure than our own vast storage of memories and the emotions we tend to create out of them. Again, the emotions are very subjective as well. You can never know if your happily married life and spouse, perceives you and not a banshee that switches onto the active mode when winked upon!
We have all been seeing a different sense of reality through our five and more senses or perception since the very damned start that is nothing like our own sibling’s parents or friends’ perception of things. For a highly intellectually self-crowned society, we can rather be the paradigm of chaos and illogicalities. To tame our fears, we say that there is an old guy, up in the heavens, dancing and watching and creasing his brows to our personal stuff, when there are millions dying in the other part of the world. One of the prominent process of enlightenment process starts with the ‘Question of God. It need not mean that you should dig your sad memories and lash out into the air at God, wherever he is! For the simplicity’s sake, move out of it. For one minute. Just 60 seconds. Close your eyes. Breathe normally. Feel the breath, the respiratory acts, your internalised awareness of your own body.

 When our eyes close, that world shuts forever. Not even the dearest one or the exotic healer can take us apart from that joyous ride of The End. Ending are always the beginning of another page. We tend to glare at the tiny sweet little realistic ‘The End’, so much that we are drained to even move the neck in the slightest to catch the fluttering open page, awaiting. So, what if all the fears we harbour deep down and under, starts to open as slow as the softest bud the brightest purple of roseflower, in the spring. Done with. Escaped. Incinerated. Blown. Drowned. Murdered. Assaulted. Raped. Killed. And, buried past the planets can peek.

If there is a God, for this magnanimously herculean population of our exclusive species, then he must be darned Brilliant! Petty troubles with tiny mortals and their criss-cross games will be none of his necessity or focus. His focus would be to perfect the world that he has created to nurture and nourish every life he has provided for. If he is there, as exclusive homo sapiens god, then he sure will be a genius. He wouldn’t want to hold a party up in the heavens based on a silly sinner and saint game. He is a God. And, he is a God, because he is the supreme power. The supreme power defines everything alive or dead on the earth, air or water, is certainly within his bend. If this god is such a magnificent entity, how can he be wrong in so many ways. Sure he’s not planning a surprise for the clever society. Although, the concept looks delicious.

So, keep our eyes closed and imagine yourself in a space of any shade, alone. No one else. No God. No Parents. No Friends. No Neighbours. Just you. And the whole world stretched in front of you tender than a virgin, to make your dreams come true. What is there is no limit about everything. What is people have an understanding and comprehension of not harming, but only if  serious negative energies emancipate, on either sides. What is world is founded on plain individual considerations and beliefs and ideologised expressed or not, to share all our existences. Why is it so difficult for our psychological complexes to actually believe that I might just not have been getting what anyone ever said to me. Why is it so tiresome for our rented beliefs to shed out after a period. Why do we have to depend on our own manufactures and uproot our sense of reality itself.

The concept must be still abstract and fresh. Let it be. Subconscious is a splendid thing that we are still trying to crack. For everyone, his own! So, don’t be a proud survivor, be an ordinary liver, as you are the only live being in your reality. The rest is all part of your sense of reality. It is incomprehensible, that I can guarantee.