12.1.12

Musicians vs Scientists

Is there anything in common? In a total different perspective, offcourse. They both have laboratories//recording studios,supervisors//record labels,research projects//EPprojects, formulas--equations//chords, tools—microscopes//guitars. They both are insanely creative and out of the box thinking-mind set. They do not think their occupation as a job, rather something they cannot live without. I don’t think they consider it as an occupation; it is who they are.

There are many musicians who are also scientists, vice versa—but I’m not referring to them here. I’m talking for those who have full time profession as musicians or scientists—if, profession is what they call it. For me, I think, to have both skills—like really true skills—are just genetically impossible, or just probably the most genius person alive (how to use right-and left brain optimally at one time?).

The phenomenon here, is musicians and scientists are in a totally different world, well this is true, but not so much. They both create massive contradictions, ridiculously genius talent (or thoughts)—and seeing from the object; which is science and music; as one say, science is objective, experimental, quantitative; sense experience—indeed all mental experience—is subjective, experiential and qualitative; where music, I think is also experimental, and quantified!. And, if they want to be extremely good at what they’re doing, and to get the acknowledgement from the community, they have to be in a serious-total-dedication. Like, able to bring an alteration to someone’s life.  

But seriously, if u’re stranded in an island, who would you rather be with? Kurt Cobain or Stephen Hawking?  :D

Music and science, both, are revolutions. Long live musicians and scientists!

18.12.11

Faith

I believe there is nothing we cannot achieve if we truly have faith in them.
Faith. Not goals, targets, or whatever which tend to lead towards misinterpretation to something we “have” to achieve.
Even if I want to change the world, I believe I can.

Most of the time I get the cynical expressions. A lot. The question of why(s) arise.
Then I answer, why wouldn’t I?
If not now, when?
Now is always the perfect timing.
If not me, who would?
(now, “me” here, is not “me”—only. It refers to every human being)

Then, the hardest part comes.
Its when I get the question from myself: “Who do you think you are to have such thoughts? Such dreams? Such visions?”
Then I answer, shut the f*** up, who do you think you are?

I have a faith. Why should I worry?
And why, should I not feel grateful for what I have? For life?
Everyday should feel like a bliss. Not should, but everyday is a bliss.
I don’t care if this is self-proclaimed or whatever. I know I’m feeling better. I know I’m getting better. I am certain I am getting somewhere.
I am getting to know myself, a little more better. 
That’s what matters the most. 

14.12.11

Dear God (and Spirit),

I pray to keep my vision ever before me.
I ask you to bless my journey.
I ask your divine helpers to protect me along the way.
I ask my inner guides to lead me forward.
I pray to the soul that is within, without, and everywhere,
That I may know myself as holy, and as whole.
To give me clarity in mind and heart.
Release me from my confusion, which is born of the past.
Let me be renewed in your ways.
Let me hear the voice of silence.
Let me see what cannot be seen.
Let me feel your faintest touch.
Take this stiffness from my heart.
This is all I want or have ever wanted.
Make a secret pact with me.
Let someone in my life feel your touch, as I feel it myself.
I ask you to take your hand in mine.
I have seen this world through your eyes.
I have loved others as you would love them.
I have entered creation and played to my heart’s content.
Breathe in me, today, tomorrow, until my body dies.




Amen.



--Deepak Chopra’s--