Kamapuram: A Vision of Manifested Love
9/29/24
[Three images come to my mind when I think ashram, that may be different…
Our honeymoon resort
But also a palace, fortified extension of us,
To magnify us,
Something that’s needed to be envisioned
to be built]
ATTENTION SHOPPERS!!!
Listen, it’s rough.
They say…
just come to the Ashrams,
They say…
You cannot be spiritual, or be a monk,
or feel all the amazing divinity
that one can find in Ashrams
when you are not there…
Ugh, but it’s just not that simple, is it?
We get it, it’s not your fault!
It’s the fault of these remote, bloated,
and let’s be honest, boring Ashrams.
You can’t just take off and leave your family behind!
Mortgage rates and rents are through the roof.
Storage units are not as affordable as one would think.
And what would the others think!
Have no fear, Kamapuram is here!
What is Kamapuram, you ask?
Kamapuram is your very own DIY Ashram kit!
No passport? No worries. Kamapuram is here.
No guru? No worries. Kamapuram is here.
Kamapuram, Build your Ashrams today.
No gurus required.
Batteries? Maybe idk up to you really.
Just a few low payments for another’s sake…
In the Ramayana, ashrams are described to have a different energy or vibration all together. It beamed with life. If was as if it defined Dharma. There was always enough and everyone was always welcome.
It was meant to be described as Rivendell, from J.R.R Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings. The fellowship of the 7 Saptarishis were probably forged in an ashram looking like Rivendell too. Tell me I’m wrong…
What was always certain was that it was always a reflection of those that lived there.
This was always communicated whenever an ashram was described in our ancient legends. It was never missed.
These ashrams were filled with such love for the life of the world, that life consequently filled around them, beautifully. Without a speck of excessiveness and a complete alignment to Dharma, the best inside all humans always blossomed beautifully.
Healing and growth were constants.
If this could be our home, how cool would that be?
Some would say we live in modern times, so it’s impractical to have the same experience in Ancient India, when you live in Atlanta in 2024.
The saving grace here, however, is relativity. We can still feel the same experience as those in another era because…
Pleasures, pain, safety, threat, environment and emotions all are relative to the experiencer, the observer (or the mind-born thinker) as Jiddu Krishnamurti would put it.
This is important because we will seek to copy and replicate our projections of what an “ashram” should be.
The only thing that matters is the experience. I think Bharadwaj would agree.
We cannot replicate the sound of the ocean, but we can replicate the tranquil experience one would get if they were to be there.
If we are healing, or being fulfilled (aka in love), comparison, (especially that your reality vs. another environment) will no longer be relevant as a psychological fact. We only compare ourselves to others, or to other times, when we are in pain.
Ashrams provide a transcendental experience (or extraordinary experience) and a beautiful, almost divine, manifestation of that experience.
An experience is not only a reaction to an object (something to experience) but also the interpretation of that object and the interpretation of that experience, so the quality of the ”experiencer.”
We don’t need a palace.
If we have a shrine and we give it meaning, our experience with that shrine will give us energy.
Then, loving that experience with that shrine will give us even more life.
One thing alone can bring us divine energy (the feel of flow, act of bravery, or pure love with the present moment), engaging with kids being an example.
It’s on us, which is why I think it’s possible to build your own Ashrams without all the rules and regulations they may speak of. Guidelines are not the judge, we are. Or, experience is.
If we supercharge a space,
any space,
with love and beacons of love,
then beauty, life, expression,
healing, manifestation, power,
joy, play and pleasure can be a constant.
The math maths.
My guru was an engineer, did you know?
10/6/24
What does Kamapuram mean?
It’s the manifestation of love.
A place where you can freely fall in love, and grow its fruit.
But what is it really…?
It’s simply a vision to manifest.
As humans, we can manifest our ego into the world, or its opposite, or love into the world.
The world today guides us to serve our minds.
In Kamapuram, I want to create a space where serving another brings joy,
beauty and the potential bliss of your deepest self-expression,
fully bloomed, intertwined with the blooms of another’s heart.
It always worked out for me and my Rati.
And hopefully with our little RajaRanis to follow.
Keep the definition of space, a place, or home very open.
Where you are your space always exists, no?
Why not make it filled with all the qualities of love.
A place to lay your head.
A place to make love
A place to stay, eat, and relax
A place of work, a place of peace
The space to be you,
And for others to be them.
The space to heal, to think, and more importantly, to play!
Can we fill these places, our places and spaces, with love?
They say the natural by-product of life in it’s divine manifestation is 100% organic fulfillment, joy, healing, and the totality of the un-restrained you.
Who? Me.
Can we create a place to invite the Gods? Not just to visit and bless us, but to dance with us a transcendental dance that takes everyone higher? Like the lightening of our footsteps when we are raptured by Krishna’s flute, or the tongue of Sarasvati?
With a shared vision and sufficient will, there will be shared perspectives.
With shared perspectives, there will be connection.
With connection, there is love, fulfillment and
the ability to manifest the divine not in small streams,
but as a bursting, raging, Shiva-blessed river.
This, I believe, is what Jiddu Krishnamurti would give up his pacifism for.
Kamapuram will be a shared vision.
It’s only the vision that fulfills.
Money does not fulfill. Happiness does not fulfill.
Only love, in it’s infiniteness
can fill our souls that are bottomless.
Our life forces does not settle for less.
Kamapuram is the idea that our spaces will be a reflection of our limitless self-expression, designed to allow us to fall in love, all over again, everyday.
I harp on this “is-ness” or the vision, because honestly, that is all that is needed.
But it takes rare qualities: courage to be you in a conformist society, as well as trust, loyalty, freedom, safety, and generational wisdom.
Today, these qualities are hard to find because they’re not present in a separatist society, as we are now.
We divide ourselves by the form in which we live life.
This identification and other divisions takes precedence today,
over the connection to one another.
If I only love myself and another because we both eat oranges,
what happens if one changes their preference?
The “rare” qualities mentioned above cannot exist.
Actually, it would be irresponsible in such a society where our preferences is valued higher than our connections.
You see now what is to be fixed?
But if we love ourselves, another, a mere image, or a space as they are and as they come, simply loving their existence…
much more becomes possible.
There are less inherent restrictions. Your space may organically change for the better…
If the God of Love blesses you with the ability to love the whole of something, then you are connected to that thing, as your left hand is connected to “you.”
If you love the form, you are connected to the form, the image, something that’s not living, something that’s dead. Likewise, your “connection” to another begins to dull.
If you were to love beyond the form, no matter the form, you’re a step closer to a complete connection, one that will bloom organic self-expression and energy and life.
Please, don’t love a flower because of its shape and shine. There’s a universe just underneath…
And because you are connecting your growing, exploring, expanding heart
to the heart and light of another,
and not a mental construct or a false image,
pleasurable qualities manifest from this
living, growing and thriving connection.
Life brings more life. Life energy multiplies exponentially.
With enough energy, a life energy star is created,
aka a new soul in the home.
In Kamapuram, complete wholesome connection takes precedence.
In Kamapuram, complete freedom is bestowed on one another.
With contemplation, you will this is only possible with total, unconditional love.
In Kamapuram, love is used to diminish alternatives and preferences in the form or design of a subject.
This allows for full presentness more often, which always come imbued with a more lovelier life force.
In Kamapuram, we use love as our compass,
our destination, our up, our heaven, the divine, the one true direction.
It’s not a lifestyle. It’s a vision worth chasing forever, across lifetimes.
It’s unique to every soul in everyway. And in this way, it is a spiritual journey that we can walk together and each manifest our own adventure, simply in it’s build.
It’s a newer power. A newer meaning.
Strong enough to absorb and work
with our inner-fire
when we’re fully and
transcendentally unleashed.
10/11
Why is this all so important?
Kamapuram? Love? Power?
Kings? Names, symbols, metaphors,
philosophy, science, psychology,
human organization, creativity, expression?
Why?
Stories. Stories imply meaning. I don’t think meaning exists without a story. Without the proper underlying stories driving us, all parts of society and all of society at once, our actions would be meaningless.
We have to live life. We have chores, errands, chaos, responsibilities, wants, needs, desires, visions, emotions, pain and joy. So we do them. Experience them. Chase them. Run from them. Cry for them. Fight for them. We become the actors and audience of our experience, but we never question the director and producer. Here’s what I mean…
If you ever thought about what story you’re writing as you live?
That story, whatever it may or however you may describe it,
is simply your search for meaning.
If you want to be a hero, be royalty, play the lover,
then you need a story.
I believe all of us fall in love simply due to a story. I Believe if anything becomes too challenging, too dull, too scary, too painful, it is only due to the story that we are telling ourselves. When this happens, either the actor or audience (both you, both the observer and the observed) becomes dissatisfied, disengaged, disconnected, from the vision of the story. Or the manifestation of it.
There were ideas readily available to us that were like clothing stores, ideas of all forms that you can try on, browse through, and pick whatever suited you. The result?
A subtle, deeply satisfying, performance experience, and plot.
It’s that feeling you get when that embarrassingly unacceptable defeat or “fuck-up” in the past is revealed to you. And then later, you find out in actuality, it is nothing else but a crucial pivotable experience of growth to get you to where you are today.
Meaning feels like applause. Bliss is the standing ovation.
Countless times in history…
A man wandered and pondered. He would see his life as a tragedy, lamentable even. He would see himself as the villain, or even worse, the hero meant to be victorious and valorous, but was instead defeated in the worst of ways, by lack of courage or virtue.
And then he would run into someone that said,
“Come here. Sit down. Let me tell you a story.”
And this story would resonate with such a man, but give him different interpretations, or different meanings of the events, especially ones that look similar to the ones in his own.
The man, for now let’s just call him Anthill-Man, would then look inwards and change his own context and subtext behind his interpretations of his past and current reality, the story of his living experience.
He would then have new perspectives revealed to him that can transform someone, one’s experience, and most likely, the world around them.
This was the exactly story of Valmiki, the master poet of the Ramayana.
One story inspired Valmiki to write the Ramayana, which was a story that changed the world, and continues to hold that transformation today.
If you went to see a performance, recital, sports game, play or concert, and someone came to you and said,
“hey free of charge, do you want to upgrade to the best seat in the house, that guarantees fulfillment, wonderful surprises, and personal growth” would you have any reason not to?
Meaning, story, the adventure of ideas, is always worth it. It’s always worth moving your seat.
If people don’t subscribe to a more fruitful meaning, vision of living, it will simply be because at that moment, one thinks they have the best seats in the house.
They think they’re watching the best show they can, even as they complain about the misery and lack of plot twist.
But there are those that are always seekers. Perennial learners.
They want to create their own story like Valimiki.
The secret is that they can.
The pen is in their hand.
But the story must be worth writing…
10/11
In Tantra,
Self-expression is the goal and the ever-present all powerful constant.
Expression implies sharing, does it not?
If I find meaning, the only outcome can be expression. So that settles why I write.
The only use of a perspective is to share it, not to somehow use it.
In relationships, we have a certain perspective on everything.
All perspectives, aggregated, is a variable for our current experience.
Many times we can be dissatisfied with our experience. And yes, “Everything is fine…” is dissatisfaction.
This dissatisfaction is our story, or meaning at work or at play.
And we don’t realize that, for better for for worse, we cast our lovers as co-leads in our own performance, our own experience. And we give them their roles, their script, and hope they play to our story, our vision, without error or improvisation.
That’s essential because you’re in charge of Act 2, the Act where “it gets better,” no?
So then, you must be the director.
So it cannot be your partner’s story, you see?
It cannot be a beautiful, naturally coordinated, improvised dance of two actors in sync.
Which means there cannot be a true romance, the beautiful and affectionate self-expression co-mingling as if by design.
Love is where you “give up” your vision of Act 2, this “meaningful” experience that must come to resolve your dissatisfaction of Act 1.
So, love, is then, when meaning no longer matters…
until the meaning of love is enough.
Love today lacks meaning.
Acts, words, memories, are all parts of a play with no context, no story.
Brands today know they need a story. Even in holding a concert, you need to walk the audience through an experience over time, applying context (or relation) thusly applying meaning, thusly applying story.
If there’s no story, no journey, it’s all just pictures, sounds and visuals. The quality will be the same, but the rapture, the resonance, the one-ness with you and the piece, dies.
The audience will remember themselves and disconnect without a story.
I fear that today, relationships can be just that, meaningless we have-to’s, meaningless repetitive conversations, repetitive images, positions and memories that lose their luster. Theyre of the same high definition (maybe even better), but we lost the story, the meaning behind the performance and experience.
And if this is your fear, just know we wouldn’t have to change what actually happens, we just need to write a story of meaning that can be “our escape” from ourselves, the ego, the experience we will always be drawn to having.
Right now, I fear that to everyone, dinner, sex, movie night, vacations, chores, errands, work, sports, entertainment, movement, is just that.
That the idea is just to do them, rinse and repeat. Enough to stack fulfillment chips to be whole.
We’re so empty. Because real fulfillment chips takes meaning, the “how will did this drive the compelling story we all want to be a part of.”
Without that, we’re just stacking cold worthless plastic. And calling it luxury.
But if someone can author and direct a story of the ages, using the same “setting,” “cast,” “effects,” “budget,” “effects?”
Well, that’s love. Love for the art of storytelling.
So what happens if your place has meaning,
a story, a space of your own unconditional design, a Kamapuram.
Sometimes I believe spaces were only meant to be stories.
A story of you, an epic saga, with tales of valor,
tragedy and virtue, to be sung to your soul,
so that the Gods can listen.
Would a space such as this
make your heart, strength and spirit dance?
11/15/24
Did you ever wonder what laughter is?
It’s common today to define something by it’s evolutionary function.
So, next time you see laughter, ask yourself, how did laughter attribute to our survival?
Because I found it to be very productive. Actually, I found it to resemble some of the effects of light, iron and bacteria..hm.
It’s an engrained biological process, no?
For many of us, sometimes it feels impossible not to laugh as hard as you may try.
But at the same time, if you try to laugh on command, using the “most evolved” part of your mind, you cannot.
I found this important to contemplate, do you?
Then, how does laughter work?
Can we deconstruct it, make it so we can ensure 99.9% success, no matter who our audience is? Can even AI?
I don’t think laughter is of the mind.
I think laughter is something greater than us, something that transcends us.
Have you ever sat around loved ones and have laughter suddenly descend upon you, like a thundering, rainstorm?
When it does, everyone is affected, with a certain quality of effect, no?
There are tears.
Shoulders shake uncontrollably.
People are holding their stomachs,
losing their posture.
But what I have always noticed…
Is that when laughter descends on us, a few magical things happen if you can spot it:
Eye contact is at an all-time high
That many of us revel in, never trying to impede it with a more pressing matter, no matter how pressing.
We let it come, we let it stay, drop all mind until it’s gone for good.
We drop all thoughts, all concerns, all stresses as we laugh.
It’s as if we are devoted to it for the few seconds it appears.
And we don’t think when it sounds like thunder…
Do you?
Our brains are going through what feels like an invigorating cosmic release, a relaxation that is not a result of an effort of the mind.
Here’s another experiment:
When someone is laughing, as soon as it happens, ask them to think about what’s for dinner. A few things will happen,
They will wait until the laughter is gone to even hear you, let alone think.
Or they will stop laughing
They might even look at you like you ruined something magically wonderful.
Why is this so important?
Because laughter is anti-mind.
I think laughter comes from our hearts, and not the organ pumping blood.
I mean the cluster of nerves that is not owned and controlled by the conscious brain.
I think laughter is connection. One that works like lightning and thunder.
I think that’s why laughing is accentuated when there are more living things around you.
Even a madman laughing at the sky, even crazier with the sky, is still connected to something as he does.
I see laughter as a spell, the magic not created by our always focused minds, but casted by faculties we have no control over.
We can tell jokes, as a ritual to invite this spell into our lives.
But it’s not the jokes that hold the magic.
Oh no,no,no, it’s the laughter.
Laughter, then is love. It’s one of the most beautiful, most chaotic expression of love and connection we can experience.
We just call it humor.
We play it off as something that we’d be lucky to have.
You’re just born funny or born to laugh.
And because of that, we take it for granted.
We see it as a shooting star, just a mere blessing in the background of our experience as we live.
We believe we must be able to make jokes or be around those that make jokes to take charge of our laughter.
That’s very wrong.
Laughter is in every one of us.
I have never met a single soul that was unable to cough.
Similarly, everyone has the ability to clear the blockage in between us, or within us, with just a rambunctious chuckle.
If it feels like you cannot, it’s because your mind separated your nervous system to the joys, wit and ridicule ever-present in the world.
You’re too deep into your thinking.
If you are unable to laugh at any given time, it’s your mind saying to your heart, “not right now”
similar to when I’m at the dentist and I tell my lungs trying to cough, “not right now.”
As a mentor of mine said, “there’s never a bad time to laugh.” But his eyes he would say, “because that’s when they need it more than ever...”
The spell isn’t the joke, the spell is the laughter. Find someone who loves to laugh. And if you are near them, you will feel a momentary, time-shattering energy within you when they chuckle or giggle. You might even call her Rati.
You won’t be able to look away.
You won’t be able to stop smiling with your eyes. Things instantly become less important, and they suddenly become more.
Until we remember ourselves again.
When my mom let’s a laugh takeover after her hardest times, she will drop everything she is doing, tilt her head back and let her laugh sing in the air.
Everyone around her becomes enchanted, connected, not only to her, but to those around her as well.
My Rati tilts her head to the side, tucks her chin in, covers her mouth with fulility, then complains about her “cackle…”
The spell is laughter. To become a wizard that masters this spell, you have to do very little.
You just need to learn to love laughter.
Revel in it.
Rever it.
When it approaches, be meek and touch it’s feet.
Be clear-minded, natural, and loose to always be ready to receive one of Kama’s most precious gifts.
Understand this power. Laughter is healing.
Those that laugh live longer, similar to how those that love deeper - love longer.
Laughter is what takes you out of the mind. It gives Indra a moment to play with his fellow Gods, before having to come back to deal with your shit.
Laugh today, and thank our Lord Kamadeva for it.
And if you do
And your laugh strengthens,
remember his name.
9/26/24
It’s about time I start taking Karma seriously.
Karma has many layers or forms in a sense.
And it’s definitely not the distorted contemporary ideas we know today.
Well maybe…
But definitely not completely.
Not even close…
Karma is how our past affects our present. Cause and effect.
Tacobell is bad karma, that’s enough to understand. What we need to understand really, is that there is no such thing as “good” karma, not as we know it.
Eastern philosophers have always tried to remove the idea of “good” and “bad” across all paths.
So it’s important that you resist in trying to produce “good” karma.
We will still be weighing ourselves down by our limited, ego-driven sense of what should, when chasing “good” karma.
We don’t want the past at all.
Good, bad, cool, ugly, any of it.
It’s a complete elimination process.
Factory reset.
Until it’s unable to turn on.
Only then can it be forgotten,
And have someone finally
Look and listen.
Understand?
With karma, there are no “good” apps, or “good” anything…
We’re like hot-air balloons, tied down by our thoughts reacting from past “movies,” so much so that our subconscious cannot let us fly to where Vayu may take us.
It’s a purification process that then let’s our subconscious work on manifestation.
This is why it’s so beautiful when my Rati clean the house during our Lakshmi pooja.
The true beauty of this pooja.
When we are calling Lakshmi, our subconscious can relax, enjoy the blessings, and think on what is new.
It allowed the subsconscious of everyone present, to not be cluttered by the material, but enjoy a warm and heart-warming presence.
The purity of our home manifested laughter, and nothing else. As if by design and control, but how can you force that? Serendipity?
Do you see now?
Sometimes I wish my mother told me that I have to clean my room, not because I had to, but it would be required to manifest and allow me to be me.
But even then, let’s be real, I still wouldn’t have listened…
When we clean or reorganize, we are eliminating traces and signals of what we were in the past, like a snake shedding its skin.
When I see my yoga mat on the floor, I think, oh yes, I like yoga. But that’s limiting, no?
One, it’s recursive or redundant. I didn’t need to remind myself I like yoga.
Two, what does it matter what I like? I like breathing too. I don’t need to make it significant, or into a label, or even bring it up.
All the while, I would not be fully present and excited for eating my orange. And that’s a tragedy, because oranges are glorious, almost valorous.
So every thought, then, must be like one of Sugriva’s soldiers, understand? Silent, still, meditating, ready,
until absolutely necessary.
If the yoga mat wasn’t there forcing my brain into a reactive thought pattern, I would be building a connection to nature, to this wonderful delicious orange.
And with this connection, I could have became something more.
I would have grown, brought in something new.
Jiddu Krishamurti argues all conscious thoughts can only be, necessarily, and most definitely, reactions of the past and nothing else.
So, old, rotten, and useless. Almost wasteful.
I’m starting to agree.
When you are truly present, there are no thoughts, just expression, play, flow.
This is why a cluttered, dirty, disorderly space can alone keep us feeling “stuck,” “in a funk” or “burnt out.”
When we don’t purify our space of the entropy or “collateral disorder” from living, we’re leaving breadcrumbs for our brains to fall into the traps of being who we previously once were. And self-imposed bondage. What a terrible way to go…
In an ashram, in our Kamapuram, that we imagine building for our family and for our line,
the only thing that will be present is love and its fruits.
3/15/24
My thoughts on my own Novice-level devotion
Rules for me to follow as a white-belt novice newbie…
Heart first, then mind
Involve your heart, always.
Be heart-centered or love-centered, not self-centered or pleasure-centered.
The mind has no place with love. If Love is God, then Ego is the Antagonist.
Your heart, if you can serve it and channel it, will purify all connections
Cultivate your heart and Heart Chakra regularly
Do not discriminate your love with living organisms
Do not discriminate your love with objects, concepts, or ideals that are virtuous
I love my wife, but I don’t love my body the same way
I love the morning, but I always think about loving the night more
However, I don’t think of loving my wife more when I am with my other loved ones. With preferences, love cannot enter.
With my pleasure-centric mind, I always love something more than what I’m currently doing. This is delusion and corruption.
If you love cooking as much as anything else, you won’t have a problem cooking.
This does not apply to vices that separate us,
but do not be attached to necessary separation, just separate like a snake shedding its skin.
If you do not have the energy or will, pick something to love, then love it. Love will bypass all and take you with it. If done correctly, everything you need shall come
Use deep love, not satisfaction.
When I try to love something, I dive into self-gratification. Satisfaction is not as virtuous as love.
Use gratification and admiration, not pride and satiation.
If loving a concept is difficult, use an alter-ego, an imaginary living spirit, as a replacement
I can love the sun, or I can love Surya
I can love the idea of strength. Or I can love Hanuman, our champion of strength
I call my monkey brain Toby. He’s just misunderstood. Remember to use love with Toby
Master the small spells
Give grace when it’s due
Think gracefully when it’s not
Spells
Always saying thank you
Literally give gratitude when you think of it
Admire anything worth admiring, especially the breath and it’s air
Admire your Gods whenever you think of them and serve them with your heart not just your words
Admire those that are not around you when you think of them and serve them when you can
Keep the big spells scheduled, and one after another
During the day
I can love movement, and feel the joy in it.
I learned not to be the serious huff and puffers, having fun at the gym made my session magical! I’m growing and creating. And I don’t even need water when I train with love
I can love my morning practices
I can love my those in my life and those around me
I can love my work
I can love cooking and eating healthy
I can love my night time practices, once I build it
I can love building practices and love practicing
I can love relaxing and unwinding in the healthiest, most spiritual way
And that will not be a bad day.
And with enough love, I’ll be the best I can be and void off the devil
Have faith, but test it regularly with your heart, not your mind and senses.
Keep Kama’s vision, though blind to it, in mind.
Dream of being one of his warriors, fighting the devil in every form
And be excited with what can come with faith and a dash of delusion.
Because that would satisfy my bat-shit crazy… just kidding I mean gratify it =)
Serve Kama by expanding on this meditation to him, I can make sure to:
Read this daily and turn it into a daily practice.
Expand on my contemporary analysis of my crazy comments on magic and spells
Expand on the psychology and neuroscience of big spells, those that incorporate your more “exciting” nerve centers by design.
Give tips on using these bigger spells with love and adeptness
Rituals! As a true wizard should have
Then, I would list out topics on applying this in the real world, like a garden where my Mayadevi can grow her wise, creative, soul-infused fruit. With her, we’ll all get a touch of love sourced from her universe-spanning heart.
