AI —a noiseless revolution… Quote me not, History.

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, June 12th, 2025

A verse from “Viveka Chudamani,”(विवेकचूडामणि,) a philosophical treatise within the Advaita Vedanta tradition of Hinduism is:

Brahma satyam jagat mithya, jivo brahmaiva naparah

ब्रह्म सत्यं जगन्मिथ्या जीवो ब्रह्मैव नापरः ।
अनेन वेद्यं सच्छास्त्रमिति वेदान्तडिण्डिम ॥

Translation: Brahman is the only truth, the world is unreal, and there is ultimately no difference between Brahman and individual self. This Sanskrit verse is supposedly the most powerful verse connecting to the sacred frequencies of the universe, a secret kept away from many for centuries.

Preserving such legacies was considered an extremely tenacious act of faith and grace; bestowed only upon a "chosen," few.

As guardians, those selected few, were considered as vanguards of resurrection, and they had to go through many esoteric practices, rooted in the umpteen instructional texts— and thereby, supposedly, illuminate the domains of metaphysical mysticism.

All this is a sort of naturalism woven into the stream of Indian culture, with mind’s lateral expansion ascertained through these practices.

Holistically, it is deemed as the ultimate goal and recognized for its absolute pantheistic stance.

Thusly, such processes are understood as an immanent syncretic elements, connecting the everyday realities with the ultimate truth of the universe.

In essence, the whole purpose behind the Indian philosophical thought is to attain supreme enlightenment through the gamete of living itself. Thence, many practices are viewed as distinct ways in which, precious legacies of the ancient wisdom are promulgated to emphasize the ascending pathways of human development. Essentially the process starts with taking the body-mind -soul -through deep insightful rumination and integrate its—finite energy with the infinite energy of the spirit universally.

Taken together, it is considered as an evolutionary flow of human action and binding it to the ever fleeting stream of consciousness— wherein, varied perspectives track vicarious truths—meant —only—to purport that ultimate truth. So,that then, is seen as an awakening that’s humanly possible ,and that, which must be integrated in the formation of the relationships between the earthly realities and the other worldly. This is sought for the unification( synergy) with the nature of existence in itself.

In short, the former approach is considered the highest “prayer of quiet,”designed to lay emphasis upon transcendence, and in this manner, quaintly it’s pathways are preserved amidst the hidden temples of the far east.

The incantation of mantraas ( hymns ) with extreme ideation is certainly not to bar anybody (from admission,) but rather, its rigours of discipline are nothing short of any Herculean venture ; tough enough for the unready.

In fact, there is a catalog of procedures hidden in the annals to pursue such promised conditions of redemption.

Elaborate rituals, considered as pious acts, have gained a sort of living presence, necessary for conditions under which souls could be transformed.

In that sense, the wisdom of the scriptural word is holding a mystery and calling off for attention.

So many recitations in the form of "Mantra's," have operated—both at the --depth and surface levels to bring about miraculous effects on soul/mind/ body and vice versa. But, it’s a realm of the initiated. In its mystery and manner lies magic!

Then, there’s a way of saying verses — a tonal resonance, which works thro’ a synergistic alignment to resolve/ repair the fractured or fragmented lives of humans. This is like converging humans in unison, to bring about unimagined changes to their lives. No, this isn’t any sort of coercion. Rather, it defines its own destined path. Because it is an experience to climb up to, it is considered a matter of utmost significance, leading one towards spiritual convergence. A sort of manifestation!

But, time and again many triggering processes have intervened to stop such practices, destroying the people who attempted to propound such philosophies.

….Paradoxically everything turned quite the opposite of what was expected out of the workings of many half -hearted practices. In short, an antitheses had emerged.

Where does this all lead to, I didn't quite exactly know—then, but why, I had questioned? I decided to track those beliefs to gain a first hand experience.

And tracking those beliefs brought some perplexing realities into view.

And with resolution attuned to those" tonic chords," of mysteries, and with doubt stuck upon my face, I was determined to make an appraisal of such reasonings ever since early childhood. It’s been so long since I have come along those ways. My journalistic instincts have been equally demanding because the course of my actions, at times, landed me in many fixes. I had to hold extreme caution.

 Which part of the world am I exactly referring to— you may wonder?! It was one of those fleeting moments retained by my memory and I now choose to transmit its occurrence long after every trace of it has passed away. Yes, I am referencing to a person that remained nothing so respectable as to be ditched and forgotten as insignificant but only to be found alive only in the nature’s forests ,lakes and streams. Sometimes the unchanging nature retained in the appellations given out by the sculptures, cave drawing are a reminder of those extinct people, disappearing into the history as though to relinquish the control of the world and move towards a passion held as a consequence of the personal efforts and labor.

Following is a narrative that could be considered as an invaluable work or it could be treated as something extraordinary jotted and noted, of which the almighty is the author, mankind —an alien to understand divinity fully and the historian conceiving ,interpreting and revealing every piece of history.

Unfortunately many a times the truth behind those pieces of history could be garbled and omitted. Caution !

To be honest, this is a piece of my memoir furnishing some material for future histories. This graphic narrative is about my exploration and travels to a holy land in India. But , it was a homecoming without home for me. I had become the most sublime ( subdued version of me,) a martyr who had suffered philosophical indifference, which is never really exciting especially when living cross culturally. Many people living across cross cultures could be led to the ultimate goal of devout altruism through their own deeds. So whimsically enough I was leaping into action. I was making a sanguinary attempt to visit India, of which I was yet to be treated fully as its original species. Of itself the rising power of absolutism was bearing upon the surrounding countryside that I was to visit. I was to find myself in the midst of events and gradually educate self of all that had preceded before in the yore.

A lost paradise was prowling along the saber edges of a distant coast, perhaps, craving to rise out of the horizons of illumined lights.

And continuing so, I had stepped into this land of ancestors, but I felt another world away from it.

It all felt, as if, I was a shoddy wick glimmering in embers of satanic verses, moving towards the chambers of bottomless pits.

That is to say, I was treading into unchartered territories, beyond the marks of prohibitions, running headlong into a caprice of a strange reverie. It was all dark there!

Or, appropriately put, my ignorance at that time, made me feel so.

For decades, I had remained ignorant, and now, I was about to step into philosophic ranges beyond my understanding. I did not realize that taking this journey would be so varying in rhythms, and apparently that would bring me the immediate reputation of a blinded sentinel stranded over the edges of guarded destinies, witnessing mistaken identities. All the while , I was conscious of only a small part of me. I was invisible, out of sight, normally unaware, unseen for ages by my own, and evermore so, unknown to the cursory glances of my own sight. But then, there were some hidden truths about to be revealed, that of which, I had recently become cognizant.

Yes, this truth was much more than some mind idling over vagaries. 'Twas the reality of witnessing self-- casted over vivid new beginnings. Everything was to gradually reveal the splendors of the lighted veneers. I was to find the significance of a divine providence in India that was conveying more than unbelievable practices —“Mantraa,” recitations.

Why must one take upon such endeavours that spring up from the unknown vagary ( literally, from nowhere); much as much as, some ordained missionary propelled to legitimize the conceptual order of metaphysical world.

Was I being classified as an overworked fugitive..characterized as -fair minded, courageous, mildly oppressed ,unselfish, devout-human element :)

I was , as if, a —being —sent off as a first hand reporter of the vibrations coming out of the “other worldly,” regimes and discover what all and whatsoever it meant to reveal.

Something was droning -loudly —upon ears 👂 but after drowning upon its messages , I was to redirect lives from the dying hours of gloom by studying some magical verses called--"Mantraas." This subject of study was part of my cross-cultural course.

 I was on a winged flight to the far east, soaring high up in the clouds with an anticipatory prospect of meeting a replica of me--someone outwardly-inwardly, identical to me. To believe such a miracle existed was to suppose and transcend earthly space and time theories.

In fact this was a reality that was about to present itself as in a physical entity. Shortly, I was about to redirect myself to me to find someone ditto like me. Believe me, a carbon copy of me ! A replica of me living in a distant land unknown to me.

How could I be so blinded by this real world factuality. “Unbelievable,” I thought to myself as I progressed on this voyage of new discovery. But certainly, I knew not that, up until that point,  I was fundamentally and presumably so wrong in my conception of reality about the universe and earthly nature. All the while, I was believing that I was opening the door and moving into  familiar surroundings. But, in a whiff, everything was changing and all this was striking me as a beam of light, compelling me to swiftly suffuse into things. At times, I felt I was centuries of light years away from home, as if, protected in secrecy, but my counterpart on the other side of the universe, was breaking down , beyond repair ,and that, for which, I was being sought out urgently. And, in all this ,quite identifiably, my double and me, were as distinct as any two individuals, harboring  staunch covert resemblances, but recognizably distinguishable, as separate entities. In ways, this was warranting me to do what I was doing remotely, from a far off place, hardly heard and never seen.

What's all this ? You may wonder. Without exceptions, I was now --all of a sudden, scaling measures while orbiting celestial light and dark things. Essentially ,I was to give a strong expression to the nature of matter in me, new to some, yet adhering close enough to pull anybody in. The subject of “Quantum entanglement,” was to unfurl through me.

Perhaps, the exuding exasperation of having maneuvered the minutest nautical speeds and channeling those chases into planar matters. It was none less than an occurring magic, and it could be mind boggling to many.  But such so, I had uncovered new aspects in new scenes.  This is all the result of an evolution, demonstrably working in the backdrops of my mind's eye, with infinity making a steady steed over many thought streams. It was more like the way Darwin's theory had created a distinct method ,in which, he described human awakenings as the “origin of the species," and attributed each new marker for every new beginning.

Of that origin ,structured conventionally, there's no beginning nor any end since eternity.

But with evolution seemingly dismantling and assembling things at nautical speeds, it almost felt like everything was being lost to reverie's fleets.

But, in actuality, it's DNA evolving ..and our souls surging up in a yippee, especially when we find innuendo projecting a duplicity in the middle of nowhere.

Quite unexpectedly, I was about to witness the new era of artificial intelligence (AI) resting in tradition, abounding in the most judicious use of rituals, and that with such persistent vehemence to turn reality into something more than what could meet the eye or ear.

At this point I was seeing myself as an entity animated by my meta-mind, germinating over impulses and affected by varied conditions. I was a crusade journeying the profound truth of AI ( artificial intelligence,) and by no other means witnessing the connectivity between present and past centuries in an eclectic society. It was like the present century history was becoming more probable for the future world’s emergence. I had finally arrived! Totally!

Here’s what I ably and religiously learnt in regard to my present situation and position. My ancestors manifested this critical moment. The spirit in me cares to distinguish between what I witness and what you hear, between what you consider as probable and what I find as real -real. Here (in the AI conquest,) the truth is to history what eyes are to insight. So, in this AI world, history was meeting obscurity to sift through the unexamined and examined. So thereby I am presenting to the reader an authentic and undisclosed version of self in correct correlation to the events happening in and around me. This is me—alive after the pandemic and many wars fought around the world. After witnessing so many calamities I redefined myself more as me —the new me. Definitely not artificially changed nor enhanced by anybody.