AI an absurd awakening

Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ …

What emerges: the following.

It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride.

One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed!

Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊

Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life.

Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit.

Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech.

Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅.

Awkwardly absurd ! So be it!

Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since.

It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings.

Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it.

So, where was I ?

āḥ húñ!

Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you !

This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. ‘Twas, as if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaped many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think that those were the days!

But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse.

And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌

Writing does this to me. It puts me in a meditative trance ….

Follow along …

It all seems like an other worldly scene;

a slumber serene,

Wherein, existence switches thro’ new realms of quivering gleams

Yet again, every now and then ,

‘T’s the palm found wanting, with nothing fitting in between. 

Thro' and thro, therein,

There’s a never ending spiel of infinity tied to a stream,

And trancing upon mighty pulses and,

sunken upon some timed machines,

Yes, I dare to look within!

Of muted races rushed to gleams

all beside each other in full-fledged swaying schemes

For onto those thresholds of innocence lain,

Could there be a soul seeing triumph of things

And around those many ranged reasons lining up to mien

Let me praise dutifully, knowing all reasons to sing…

For those fated wings oft chasing around faith, to be inimitably seen,

Like two words constantly gliding, yet lingering in fresh breaths of fresher greens

O glad!

Swift to spell here comes another evergreen,

conjuring a dual throbbing with e’ery pant ( not this 👖 ) swelling and roaring in between

O look!

A silent signal lamps 🪔 to swing

For that muse coming by gusting thro’ the winds,

Floating around a convulsive spirit, yet “arriving,” as it seems!

Now, hovering here and towering there

Here comes another basking-surrealistic dream

Certainly, this matter is about an ephemeral gleam -

While it calls out a prelude to this timely serene

Like a holy descend upon precious things

Yes, a Dream—coming (again, keep a straight mind 😊,) with a fluid force technically attached,

and going along to hold the following:

Aqua Fortis : a cogent thought, flash floating across in an alchemy; cuddling its own brains, and heeding to view a

(distinctly)  casted indomitable scheme…

Yeah it’s all —  a Dream

There, at length, comes another sealy scheme, night after night,

blanketing over a languorous preen,

As if to roll out— everything—scene by scene…

There un fledged , until the break of the dawn, spreading and sprawling all over those greens ;

now and then, just- halting, 

but, swooning to wait and then fondle upon dangerous diems

Along those virtuoso streets where embers dim,

And where all seems to merge towards that unspoken mean

With one brief of halt and a tweak of the twinge

Here —belies another theme !

But, in there—somewhere—lies that great beginning —O that, of which one ☝️ must ascend to leap towards heavens in that ultimate awakening !

A scheme ... nay… O something that drives tender aching or for that limitless soothing,

to tell its own reasons —O to yield —sweet awakenings !

Yes , life is a dream ...

swoosh ☝️ it appears and phoooof it shall disappear …just like a Casper’s blink…🙏 🧡✨🦋☕️

Look! Over there !

It's a conception born in a naked mind's steed, but fully redeemed,

but, as to the visible, it shall illumine every other abysmal beam !

There, in those realms, a remembrance strikes all in a repeating scene,

holding out of hidings ,as though, 'twas some fondest temptation—O very keen

But….

There’s nothing much to take to heart in all those scenes…

Coz, it was just—all in a dream!

Note this …

Allegedly, I have been a pro @ saying something and coming off as another. 😅Be-aware!

Yes, I have been totally super illustrative; never near nor ever far at saying anything precisely. The tragic frugality of being so has earned me nothing but —peculiar predicaments.

O yes! I could be hyper superlative to the fiercest extent. All the better, and reconciled so, I c’d be taken together as the “one” or merely brushed off as “otherwise.” Just as much—lost in meaning, I could be lamented upon as :

“jack of all trades and jill of none—a reparative anomaly of not doing anything perfectly, so to believe!”

Additionally, repartitioning( courtesy- global entourage) has led me to this:

I can easily fit into anything but be exactly fine with not fitting at all. Now don’t imagine “screw.” 😅 That’s where the fairest prospect and desire of living absurdly creeps in . And in all that a darn thought must leap up as a spurt of bright lightening. And TBH ( to be honest) mounted upon light: one can see just enough peace to awaken.

Alongside all this stuff, there’s another lightening, (when it comes to bear us,) which silences and makes us stare at nothing 🥹.

The dearest, all too dear, among all happenings thence is the brightest action, done unconsciously, and yet it brings everything to light much later in life. Long has it been since I experienced such a specter. As matters stood, the grace of sleep once had a troubling influence when it went awry and it got mixed up to have its way into exploring divinity.

Some delightful experiences of childhood,exist as splendors of sunshine ,and stick on, to spark memories, that c’d have gotten lost in sleep. Today I recalled that “yesterday,” to fit into the context of this entry : absurd awakening.

And when I recalled it, I was truly surprised at what it promised to bring —A reawakening!

A reminder of a sight that may seem strange but it’s there to teach something. Here’s an iconic stepping, back in time, when I fell (unexpectedly) into a narcoleptic trance —only to realize that the levity in it took its due course and threw me in a strange direction.

Gravely, if you think that there’s everything good in being adamantly curious, then I would say —not always.

Main Core thought 💭 behind this writing ✍️:

>>>The matter of earning holy vision can be confusing. If one allows the endless mind to receive all offerings as grand deliverances then one better be ready for a roller coaster ride.

Also, no doubt, if teachings and prayers change hands 🙌, divinity c’d work in the unknown. And, for some, finding the pathways of grace can be very quizzical. An enigma for sure.

Since childhood if creativity and caliber were to gauge me on a platform of spiritual progress, I w’d come off as— “long gone.” Almighty seldom clearly gave a true account of my spirit. I was possessed to the grace of others, as if, sought for the wanderings, and to that point, offered to the noble scorn.

Duller critics could give hoodwinks but taint was to paint its wits —brighter than bright, all over me, by all means.

Herein, I dare to share one of the most crucial incidents of my childhood which —certainly —shocked me. Transference of a similar phenomena into adulthood become electrifying. Now if you ask me about this requirement error then I would say —it was to happen. Fate!

Know this!

A bit of a prologue before I descend into the actual scene.

Have you 👂 heard of THE “hi-fi 👋 psi phenomenon,” that’s non-local in “awareness.” That phenomena has been ME, ever since. It’s like night embracing itself to contain the light in it. 👈🏽 That’s the rhetoric claiming my life story as I became intuitively analytic 🧐about it. It’s a matter of defining me as me, and in all that, an absurdist tale emerges with its own varied characterizations.

This is a style of narrative, not totally autobiographical, yet addends with a piece of my memoir, rudimentary in shaping me. For the most part, and for all the practical purposes, this episode depicts an absurdist AWAKENING—literally. Call it a comedy of errors ( if you may please,) as its nature of philosophy claims a distinctive view in me. The question it poses is precisely this : Who am I ,actually! And —How c’d I arrive at this juncture of life —in one single piece; intact, hale and heartily.

My childhood:

It wasn’t anything like going —straight up into the conclaves of “Winnie the Pooh,” kinder-kin’ parties, most dutifully.

Rather , nostalgia of carefree rural living haunts me. I can exemplify the merits of its grace through these writings. That has been my forte, ever since.To me it seems like a composite way of feeling all societal and political correctnesses.

With that stated, another preferred version of bonding with people is writing surrealistic poems.

Unendurably, I sought these pastoral hobbies as an alternative to Marching straight up towards the exact sameness of “March Madnesses.”

So as of today, scripting a muse is appealing to me because “that ,” is an end in itself , registering my inward looking eye.

And for the bewitching 🤩 mind, every matter becomes nakedly stark as it is or as is presented — sagaciously, without anyone touching , without any wind blowing it ( ‘to obscurity, ) and without anyone moving a finger over it. Something like —one and the same registering its own senses, and in that quiet of the “ HESYCHASM,” everything becoming familiar with its own surroundings. In that sense, I look at sleep, dream and awakening as the very ground of a democratic vision gradually unfurling where we are one ☝️ and the same in that empty bed (of time and space,) paying sober attention ( as if in a hermitage, ) to go weary, then stand up , at times pray and finally sit down again to courageously take up the task of the thoughts steering the flow of our lives. A yearning —I suppose— to overcome all other challenges to arrive at that big smile 😊

A fantasy, like in a heartbeat, tries to make us go along its illusiveness and that can happen in a dream.

And like it is said: The descent of mind into the heart, only with the difficulty that it descends on its own.

So a hermitage can also be seen as an innocent escaping into the vagaries of mind ( not oblivion per se) to enter, share and/ or choreograph dreams alongside the oneiric lives that we weave together.

Now, just imagine, good many years ago getting electrocuted,much more like a tad at a time, when I mistakenly 🔑 keyed into a hole —thinking it would unlock the mysteries of the other-world.

Some may say “Curiosity,” eh! Yeah, it kills But in my case it killed the neighbors cat 🐱—And I for one, lurked as some good ole bark, larking amid the sooty darks, beguiled by the possibility of virtuous splendor, towering me one ☝️ day. So that happened and a grander picture elevated my misplaced fate and brought me to the present.

Now, splash some water on face and continue reading …

I have always loved “ every day works,” and tried to piece everything together -word by word, as it came together in one sitting.

Not having to wrestle with everyday hustle of coming across strangenesses and thereby constructing meaningful experiences to take their🫡 respectful best. That’s my forte ever since.

For example : taking a metal and shoving it into an electrical outlet and thinking it would unlock mysteries of the other side …could that be worldly wise eh! A postulate —true or untrue —yet a paradoxical construct to draw upon reality versus 🆚 me in entirety.

All this because I wanted to be a surprise witness to that “psi-fi phenomena.”

One night, I remember listening to a bedtime story 👵 wherein my grandma said —something of a kind happening behind the temple doors. A magical phenomena if the doors were to be opened at night. That was it! I wanted to open it to know . That literally stuck in my head. A bolted thought 💭 construing its own predatory proprietary.

Grandma, (however, )didn’t say much nor expand on that subject matter any further. But that was enough for my curiosity to spark ⚡️ and a strange kind of neural circuitry doted me in every action and each reaction. A unique supposition took its root.

I needed to prove my mettle and come off as amply BRIGHT among friends and foe, I suppose!

To that, I imagined a surreal surrender into the light. I visualized getting wrapped in sheets of lightenings and hoped for miracles, (if any,)to save me as I dared to open the temple doors.

The story stuck in my mind and I went into bed, as though, it was a sort of a dreamy vision to be immediately explored.

Unforeseen, it all seemed like a mêlée, generating an inexplicable ruckus reaction; almost like unease setting in me.

My grandma’s house was located adjacent to a temple and every night we were ushered into sleep with a warning finger on the lips ,as and when, the evening temple bells 🔔 rang to mark the end of the day. Those days 8:00 pm was considered late night.

No doubt, we had to be in our best behavior —in bed 🛌 and off to sleep. And while chasing thoughts in utter pleasure, I solemnly proceeded to tuck myself in bed along with my sisters and cousins.

Then, this happened. I shall never forget that night. It was about 3:00 am in the early hours when I got up to attend to nature’s call. Now imagine a village setting. We used to sleep on the open terrace with night skies as our rooftop.

Watching those constellations moving across the night skies was intriguing.

You don’t get that sort of an ambiance nowadays. So one of those nights, I decided to quietly sneak out and cross past the cobbled streets towards the temple. On course, I made a point of stealing a metal piece from the village contractors heap of tools ‘stacked near the temple doors. They were left there for temple renovations. But for me it was an arsenal to ward off stray animals en route to the fields and then onwards to the temple subsequently.

Ushered in the presence of the dim street lamps, I took the metal strip and headed towards the fields — open bogs.

A few hound dogs 🐕 chased me around and I found myself dropped off at the temple door. I had passed the “pass.”

I roamed freely in sleep and the grunts of the quadrupeds continued to goad me further on.

Adding a pleasant tilt , I peed and quickly ambled towards the temple door thinking it was grandma’s house. Yes, I was sleep walking .

I must have been roughly 5 -6 years old. For some strange reason ( in sleep) I hefted the metal piece and tried drilling the door with the hope of waking elders. All mixed up thoughts . I know! And somehow , it occurred to me that the elders of the household were still up and laughing over some conversations. But they couldn’t pay any heed.

At that moment, something absurd happened. All of a sudden dark clouds came forth and I found something had gone wrong. I had gotten it all wrong.

Mistakenly, I had gotten my fingers into a plug in the wall.

To make its best case in a manner of devotion, I had made my own supposition. Out of that came—askew.

The ghoulish curiosity in me had explored another sight. Almost in a devotional duty, I pulled out a plug in the wall and was standing up to deep down REM state. I was in a half asleep and half awake state.

A door creaked open and I waddled in.

Call it a sort of a folly or something else but I literally took to it. It was like blessings of freedom, pulling off its own new stunt in a rather — ominous manner. Momentously, I stuck the metal stick in hand through a socket in the wall. My best effort boomed back at me in a unique manner.

My imagination ran wild 😜 reeking bombazine, with the hope to harness a “marvel,” rolling out of that action. Immediately, I conked out and was thrown away on the mattress in the backyard. I flew half way in mid air. The intensity of electric current hit me hard. All this was privy to others in the household as nobody knew about it.

Moments later , I literally fainted and everybody assumed that I had slept off there. One by one , whoever crossed past me, patted me and soothed me to sleep in an act of cajolery. My whimpering coos were adjusted as sleep talks and walks. To all that , I moaned , groaned and howled for quite sometime, indeed!

Today , I may say, I kinda stood still in sleep!

And like almost all zzzzs, with some extra ZZzZZzzz’s striking out into sheer shrieks, I was successful in deafening my grandma’s ears, in deeds.

So quoting from a retrospective journal and chronicling this horror from the past is a sort of total recall of “grace” for sure.

I was always much beyond and if the grand ole grace were to ever bump into me, it w’d find me triumphing out of reach in blatant patisches.

If I were to ever write ✍️ ( scribble more precisely,) a book 📕 of revelation about this , then it could be seen as being laid aside or forgotten easily because I was being me.

So in that way I was in a dream and woke up to it thinking 💭 where is the awe 🫢 of wisdom in it.

Clearly,I was not, (as you may want to know,) the wise Alec.

I was meant to be rumpling around to make my own new discoveries .

>>>My take on life :

1. Civil and courteous behavior must be practiced as per the situational needs

2. Planning to do or not to do anything is more natural to the context .

🔑 Key point :

Loving humanity but flabbergasted by the “event-horizons,” emerging as an ultimate apocalyptic awakening while I deep dived into many oblivious mysteries. For example: it’s indeed an awakening to notice the current geopolitical conflicts and the emerging economies, policies, and the varied diplomacies.

And where’s Evolution in this … huh …is it taking a roller coaster 🎢 ride ?!

Everybody is seemingly evolving as a by-product of grace and coming off —thorough —through rigorous tests of time. A process, I suppose, while being exposed to sundowns plaintively.

who am I …. Really …. The real real truth scavenger. That’s psi-phi-philosophy for me ….

Conclusion: There’s nothing in this …except for a big laugh 😂 eh!

Bingo logic : Sheer waste of time because nothing is purely for one entity to keep….

That’s why it’s better to believe:

One ☝️ is just a conduit for something that repeals from the known to unknown or Vice versa.

Truly , Where’s pride or ego in it ?!

So here’s where the postulate lies 😜 : —-awry is me —working and applying this one rule of thumb when in reality it doesn’t function that way.

One to many and conversely many to one stratagem— both equally 😅are attributes that keep varying in many degrees and contexts.

Mind mapping is likely to go gory!

Surmise: In the gestle-vestal gestaltian way the “Philosophy of life ,” works in a Philharmonic way—fully orchestrated

Studying 📚 this ☝️: acutely and intently with the realization anything and everything goes with it 🤪The crucial qualifier for life :

Question: What is essential or inessential in defining /refining/ reflecting these reflexive ways of living Answer: it’s grace ?!

And , what if — cock and bull are :

1. Medians and modes with bell curves hanging in hell and heaven simultaneously

Seeing this differently ….

Aeeee! Get this!

I am postulating /witnessing the entropy of coincidences especially in this new age of thinking and doing. Has it arrived?!

Yes , the age of AI is an absurd reality we are being awakened to, already! Where will consciousness belie?

That’s my question 🙋🏻‍♀️ to you 🫵🏼

AI .. isn’t it an absurd awakening!

Life in “every-which- way,” is becoming more and more like an early example of a comet striking , and also something like an electron invisibly-visible in its entirety. A mystery!

If you don’t agree with it then …

Awry shall be me !

And Askew shall be you !

Don’t know what to say nor construe of this grace but it surely has been showered upon all , universally.

© ✍ Madhu Goteti ,March 20th, 2025