The Shaking Spear

What heads, might have shaken the heads of some, with instant recognition of that which is to follows; while others might be gradually shaking their heads as they read along, following, that which follows.

There is no point in ambling along, without this preamble—in this case the reason why I am here with this shaking spear. So before anything else is written the same is acknowledged. Months ago, when I had been privileged to come out with the ‘posts’ on Wordsworth and words’ worth, immeasurable (“What A Design!”, in four parts), I had been asked by my friend Stevem (on www.theglobalconversation.com), what were my views on the great philosopher and poet with the shaking spear. Well he inspired me, and the inspiration becomes the reason. Inspirations are expressed in innumerable ways and they are the reason behind creations too. At times they come from within, while at other times they come from without.

But despite my best intentions, I could not shake the spear of intentions to materialize, before this moment, when it does. I had scribbled some points and even with them serving as the starting point, as I came here, I didn’t know what I could (and would) be writing on Shakespeare that is dependent on me for its unveiling. Beings like him and Wordsworth have been immortalized by their work. Yet at the same time the fact is that as inexhaustible are their works and contributions, so are the discussions. So I am here, egged on by Stevem, knowing fully well that though nothing depends on me to be revealed in this context.  I come with intent to share what I feel about the man with the shaking spear…William Shakespeare. And thus is added a humble view, to the inexhaustible list of commentators, on his work.  

The spear—his pen(in those days there were no keyboards!)—that shook, all, and enthralled at the same time, embody, through what it produced (his works and philosophy), his merger with life in a unique fashion, resulting in his unique expressions. Well, the spear really spared nothing. It soaked in everything—merging with, and drawing from, life fully—creating creations of immeasurable worth.

The Stage

His famous quip, “This world is a stage…,” is so true and at the same time, at times have a prophetic flavor too. The prophetic quality is experienced as life and its various stages are experienced. In fact the stage in itself varies, with different stages in life. Each stage creates a unique stage, involving specific players, who might not be present in ‘an other’ stage or would be (could be, might be) in a different role.

Stage of stages varies. And at the same time, the same stage is perceived—and thus experienced—as a conglomerate of different stages. Shakespeare understood this absolutely and thus is staged even today, with equal fervor, his plays. Each staging of the same tries to bring out something new, hitherto hidden. Shakespeare continues to—and will continue to—wield his spear The spear pierces the receptive with the etchings of new vision embossed forever, indelibly, as it has, since time immemorial. Truly we are all players, on the stage called world, playing our roles and varying our roles as the stage varies.

All that is staged, in and as life, doesn’t keep us caged in the confines of a single stage. Thus, in a single lifetime many lives are lived, with each stage, and each face of each stage, manifesting the renewal of life, within the same lifetime and hence renewed are we all.

Sushmita Mukherjee,

July 27, 2012

How often?

Life is a process where past is definitely past. Yet the way it has passed comes to pass again...only to see how we receive it. Do we face it similarly or we face it by showing our differnt face to it--a face that is a bit more evolved? When it is the latter we are blessed with situations which we call revelations. As it indeed is so, because we get to see something, which we didn't, earlier. Or should we say, couldn't? Through these revelations, we ourselves are revealed to selves, with expressions, "How could I miss it?"; "Wow, it means this as well"...even we could be crying out in jubilation, "Eureka". And last but not the least, when we are overwhelmed by the nature of the revelation, we resort to thanking the Source Within Which guided us to the vision, enabling the revelation. 

Expressions vary, as does the experience. Yet all experiences are unique, hence incomparable. 

Here is shared such a dialogue, that took place within my consciousness, in accordance with the prelude...

A person, in the course of his discourse (the context is out of context here!), started with, “More often than not…”, and no sooner he had started, he was interrupted with an interjection from the audience, “How often?” Prompt came his reply, “As many ‘OUT OF TEN (OF TEN)’ you wish to assume. As far as the content here is concerned, it is ‘nine out of ten’ times.” 

As this dialogue ended, I was stunned , compounding the silence which had blessed me with the experience of the dialogue within.

I was found to wonder,  "How often I have used the word 'often'?"

The answer I received, "More often than not".

The question followed, "How often I saw OFTEN, as I do now, as OF TEN?"

I am replied by my self, "Till now, it was Zero OUT OF TEN...but henceforth, it will be as OFTEN AS TEN OUT OF TEN"!

A dialogue had thus erupted, with self, out of the preceding dialogue (between two imaginary, yet formless characters). And this too is something which happens often...and through it all I am again guided to the message, that messages are received by us depending on our receptivity.

Thus how often a situation comes to pass is not a determinant of whether we will have a revelation. Rather it is determined by how often we are in the moment, with the moment...

Sushmita Mukherjee,

July 15, 2012

Sharing July issue of an E-magazine

Sharing with all, the July 2012 issue, and incidentally the last published issue, of The E- Magazine, "Spiritual Lounge". Henceforth, all submissions will be accepted online on the upcoming website: http://spirituallounge.com,  from next month.

The links are: 

http://moksa.whitedrums.com/ 

http://spirituallounge.wh itedrums.com 

It has been a privilege to be write for the E-Magazine, since December, 2011.

It is truly an enlightening magazine and I am sure, as it shifts its abode, it would continue to reach and touch and heal many, as it has been...

Indeed it is an honor to be a part of it...and a part of the universe and its consciousness, as a whole.

With warm regards to all, I share this piece of joy, with all humility...with all...

Sushmita Mukherjee,

July 06, 2012

Exposure

Exposure in itself doesn’t have any label—the content and the context give it one.

Thus what is being exposed…and what is being exposed to…and the extent to which it is being exposed, and to, all form the complete package, with a label affixed thus.

And for photographers, exposure still has a different meaning. They play by varying the amount of exposure they subject the shot to…and thus roll out not indiscriminate shots, but distinct ones.

In the times when digital cameras were not the norm, it used to be a happening (more so for non-photographers!)—or should we call it a casualty, nothing short of a mishap on those days?! A roll of film, when extracted from the camera (or while still inside the camera the chamber containing the roll was flipped open), faltered and met with exposure, the roll of film would go for a roll as a ball, rendered completely useless!

As are varied colors of life, so are varied the exposures, with and in, their impacts, their meanings in life, which is everything that is relative—absolutely relative.

That is the only label life could be ‘exposed’ to…Absolutely Relative!

Sushmita Mukherjee,

June 23, 2012

BE-ING

As I am led to a blog posted on Linkedin, “Where do we get the need to write?” http://ow.ly/bDfZm, by Tim Sunderland, I find myself repeatedly trying to access the link. Yet each attempt is led to the same message: the server is unable to connect to the link.

But nothing goes in vain. Something intervenes always, serving as the purpose for a situation. And many a times, the real cause is camouflaged as something else, which ultimately bares itself. The same meaning the incident beholds for me as I find myself completely unplugging, as the answer forces its way out through me—the answer of the being that I am. The ‘title’ of the blog post is enough, even without accessing the contents, as it allures me to come out with the answer which directly alludes to what I feel and believe thus. It is a healthy provocation, as it invokes the churning spontaneous, within. 

It indeed is a question which each writer is asked by others...and at one point is asked by self of Self too. Either way it is the conviction that is being questioned. And the answer depends on: what writing is for us, means to us, and feels to us, writers. We know writers are not created. Writers are born. Some realize their Calling—As Writing and In Writing—sooner than others. But sooner or later, each does.

Creativity, one is born with. It is not something which is created after the being is created.  This holds true for all forms of creative expressions. All are expressions of The Divinity Within. Herein is being shared the perspective of a writer, with respect for creativity in any and all forms.

Writing is the truest form of self-expression for us writers—expressing the experiences with the expressions creating further experiences. Like whole of life it goes in a cyclic fashion and we marvel at how our own writing leads us to know what we know, yet little do we know, that we know the same, till those words encapsulating our knowing, our knowledge, come up and out...through us. Writing is a journey with self—as self—to merge with The Self. And this journey is a journey of sharing with all, all that a writer gathers, as blessings—the revelations, realizations...everything—and keeps gathering as journey proceeds...forever...and thus sharing too, forever...

The need to write is embedded in our essence...and thus runs to the unfathomable depths within. It is BE-ING who one is. The need to write is as elementary and as indispensable as breathing.

As we breathe so we write and as we write so we breathe.

Right?! (To my writer friends: feel free to disagree)

A Writer is Born. As the Writer evolves, so does the Writing and vice-versa...merged as One. As one writes, so one breathes and as one breathes, so one writes. It is not something one does. It IS Everything That One IS...

Sushmita Mukherjee,

June 19, 2012

Unscramble

What comes to the fore does so because a dose of something definitely has visited before. Every effect has a cause and the cause comes into effect, gains an identity, only when an effect comes to the fore. Inseparable they are, as is everything in life.

 

Same holds true for what you all happening to be reading—in the form of these words. For that please take a look at the Post Script, as in this case what the Post Script contains has actually led to the script of this article.

 

Coming to the aspect of pain, pain is experienced, but that pain too doesn’t come on its own. It has a triggering agent. And the pain too serves as a triggering agent for something else and thus goes on the cycle, as life in its entirety is cyclic. Every facet is so…but yes what we learn from the various faces of life that is indeed in our very own hands. On our choice depends our subsequent experience. Experience is constructive only when one evolves from the same.

 

Pain doesn’t weaken you, but awakens you to your strength. Simple, as is unscrambling of the word—WEAKEN: add an ‘a’ and remove an ‘e’ and it is transformed to AWAKEN, as you yourself are transformed through such times. Well these words are not intended to hurt anyone. I know it is difficult but not impossible, as you yourself have accomplished it, repeatedly. These words simply wish to lead you to your own strength that you have shown time and again.

 

Unscramble your thoughts, which cause one to vegetate, and ponder on those times, painful, which didn’t weaken you—rather awakened you to your true strength and potential (and real-ization of the same) and ruminate on how you faced the situation which faced you. You will become your own inspiration. And you will be infused with strength at the further realization of a Force acting in, as and through you, and manifesting things which would be logically not possible.

 

It is something within, unseen which made—and makes—you face that painful face of life that you were faced with, with such a brave face. With this you begin to face life forever with gusto, glee and gratitude as you know that the Highest Powers are Within, guiding you, available and accessible 24x7; but yes only if you will allow It to guide you and only if you choose to access It. It has, and does, even when you are not aware of It. Now is the time to access it consciously. Is it not?

 

It Is All Yours…the only ‘Thing’ that you Own and can call your very Own, Forever…

 

Sushmita Mukherjee,

June 15, 2012

 

Post Script:  My friend Bhavesh’s beautiful quote on pain which doesn’t weaken  but strengthens one triggered this. All of a sudden the word Weaken flashed an image of the word Awaken as I awakened, with gratitude, to the potential article which has now turned into a reality. I am grateful to Bhavesh and the Force Within

 

Tribute to Attributes of Words

Coming here, to post the postings under “What A Design!” has a reason, as everything has. All that transpires is an effect of a cause that perspires thus. Though yes reason is an individual’s domain, but how far that reasoning is individual is debatable as our perceptions are cumulative effects—of the individual and the collective. In fact the collective goes a long way to form an individual’s perception—more so if the individual has not been able to break free from the conditioned thinking.

 

Whatever be the mechanism behind the perceptions, one thing is certain that we all aspire, with ardent wishing that may we know what perspires to lead to that which has transpired—the reason behind the happenings in life.

 

The reasons for my presence here, with this tribute to words, are:

(i) Because of the attributes of the words.

(ii) And the reaffirming revelations I have had, which follows—and which I have deliberately kept under quote, as they came not now, but days ago:

 

“All realizations are actually revelations and revelations facilitate realizations. My revelations through (and as) words have truly led me to this realization of their limitlessness, with limitedness lying with the human perception and not words. When we accept the same, we revel in the same—as words, truly, more so for us writers, are respected and accepted as limitless. As we enter a realm we realize that there are more—stretching to the infinite. And it is prayed 'So Be It,' as far as the experience of all is concerned. Words heal...as the origin so the periphery.

 

Moreover, when looking from the perspective of life in general, we are creations of our own perceptions. Human perception being limited, humans comprise a race with majority living an unfulfilled potential. It is only when we open up to the treasure trove within do we realize the limitlessness. Even a glimpse of it is enough to enthrall us. At the same time soothes and empowers us, with the awareness of all that is there is there within, waiting to be tapped. Thus propels and impels us to open the ‘tap’ so as to allow the uninhibited flow of the blessings, which are thus real-ized, as made manifest, with blessings routed to an infinite reservoir within.”

 

As, “Love is the biggest healer,” to sum up, a line is remembered, “Pen is mightier than the sword.” It still is and will, as it has since time immemorial. Only the pen has become more of a metaphor, replaced by the keyboard, with the fingers that once held pen now tapping the keys of the board. But thankfully, words remain irreplaceable and words’ worth, undiminished—immeasurable as ever, and so to be, forever.

 

Sushmita Mukherjee,

May 31, 2012

 

P.S. Thanks to Mr. Kaustuv Chatterjee as well, for this post, as his comment on the above-mentioned posts, on the web site speakingtree.in, incited comments from me which forms a part of this post. And I had quipped that it could become a post and so it has. He is thanked from the bottom of my heart for making me go within and access all that has come out—all that turns out to be a revelation for me as well. As now I know that I know all that has been shared.