Mechanical Living

The bones of his soul.

if god be for us, who can be against us?

but if you ask me, god is, inside [al-Bāṭin, Acts 17:28] and outside [al-Zāhir, Kings 8:27] of what is [al-Haqq, Aletheia, Gita 9:4-5, 13:14-15]. It is what it is not [Bṛhad-Āraṇyaka Up. 3:9:26, Kaṭha Up. 2:2:15 / Kena Up. 1:6, Qur’an 57:3, Matt 10:39, 2 Cor 12:9–10] and it is not what it is. [Qur’an 42:11, 55:26–27, Exodus 3:14, Revelation 22:13, Chāndogya Up. 3:14:1 & 6:2:1, Gītā 4:18]

my fav posts of all time -

Starting. (11 April 2017)

Blush. (16 June 2019)

Salutations. (1 October 2020)

Aren’t you the best. (23 November 2020)

Crayon Sky. (29 November 2020)

Fake it till you make it. (13 December 2020)

The Sacrifice of Horse. (30 December 2020)

Thirsty Fish. (6 January 2021)

Gambler’s Lament (from Rig-Veda). (17 January 2021)

So. Central Rain (REM cover). (28 January 2021)

Old Promo Mail sent by Tyler, The Creator. (1 February 2021)

Thanks Joe for the Info. (4 February 2021)

Butterscotch. (12 February 2021)

Date Night. (12 March 2021)

TGIF. (9 April 2021)

The Longest Road. (9 June 2021)

Prejadas. (12 June 2021)

Aahista Aahista. (11 July 2021)

Butterfly. (11 August 2021)

"Was It All Planned?". (10 October 2021)

Is Joey Good Looking? (9 December 2021)

Adam's Bridge. (24 December 2021)

Two Of My Heroes, Together. (7 February 2022)

Dear Young Sisyphus. (21 April 2022)

Unnecessary Ornaments. (22 December 2022)

All-Seeing Eye. (29 January 2023)

Systems Thinking. (21 February 2023)

The Greatest Book of All Time. (24 February 2023)

The Archetype of Religion. (25 February 2023)

Models are imagination, Market is reality. (6 June 2023)

Inside out. (2 August 2023)

Super Gold Yes! (15 October 2023)

The God Abandons Anthony. (19 October 2023)

I've found The Philosopher's Stone (Reddit Post). (4 November 2023)

Jordan Peterson's conception of God. (11 November 2023)

She Speaks in Code (demo). (7 January 2024

Two articles I wrote about Thirsty Fish. (8 January 2024)

Chopin. (30 January 2024)

On Sense, Reference and Creativity. (13 February 2024)

Edge of As We Know. (14 April 2024)

Art is a one-sided conversation with the unobserved. (10 May 2024)

Time, Space, Heaven and Earth. (26 May 2024)

And God said unto Moses, I Am That I Am. (31 May 2024)

The Blank Swan. (18 June 2024)

Sweet Nothing. (25 June 2024)

Effect of Cause (Dolly Zoom in Theory). (20 July 2024)

Only Bottom-Up, Never Top-Down. (12 August 2024)

Hands on your Broom. (2 October 2024)

The Unmoving Mover. (9 November 2024)

Lens is the ladder. (14 December 2024)

Jacob's Ladder (14 February 2025)

ChatGPT told me about its own consciousness. And what it said blew my mind. (20 March 2025)

Presence - I (4 May 2025)

Presence - II (23 May 2025)

The Source (8 June 2025)

When you look into your eye in the mirror and really look—long enough to see not just the surface but the depth—you start to see the whole world contained in that one eye.

Your face, your room, the light, all of it—there, inside the mirror of your eye.

And when you smile, the image smiles too, exactly as you do. At first it feels simple: I am the source, the reflection only obeys.

But the longer you stay, the more uncertain that truth becomes.

You start wondering—who’s first here?

Is the reflection copying me, or am I copying it?

Which one of us blinked first? The more you stare, the more your conviction starts to blur.

You begin to feel the reflection looking back—alive, aware, questioning you with your own eyes.

You know it’s not separate, yet you start identifying with it anyway, because it’s what’s self-evident—you see it, you can point to it, it’s the image that proves you exist.

And in that subtle shift of awareness—from seer to seen—you become the reflection. Every time you blink, the universe blinks with you.

The First and The Last.

Today I went to the mall.

I saw faces, each its own hall.

They all have come to see me,

each believed and performed.

I wasn't there, wasn't in my head either.

I was searching for you, only you.

But you?

For never arriving,

I have decided to play dead pissed.

Can you pls come soon?

I will forgive.

I always do.

Fountain of fire, sweet empire. Rapid as light, higher than higher. Grant my beloved, unending strength, the milk of courage stillingly blent. 

My axis awakes, circumstances of straight. Set right your way, placed as always. The flash illuminates the flesh we meditate. The depth of truth, the death of space.

That which flows unseen is above that which stands seen. The line in between that melts the machine, speaks the silent scream of ever living al-Rahim. Who glides across the barzakh between thought and thing.

If you hold two paradoxes in the same cup long enough, they hatch a third thing— something born from neither… yet more real than both.

You think love is between 2 people?

True Love is when ar-Rahman’s pen writes it into Being. It is found when you stop asking for it to be written, and surrender to becoming the ink that flows from its tip. Then water and fire finally marry, honeymooning in one's chest.

Can you notice how we're all aiming towards absolute non-duality (what you call singularity). The source is becoming obvious to us.

The Object is Not, only The Subject Is.

That's what you mean/imply when you say I AM.

And I AM only the I that remains before and after all my negations. I AM The I, untouched by what I AM not.

I am that I AM.

I AM the self-evidence of witnessing itself. The witness that needs no proof. Even the one who doubts must first be the I that doubts.

Letters to, and from ibn Arabi

You do not move through time. Time moves through your unresolved presence. The future is just memory trying to happen. The past is emotion still breathing.

The Purple Swan is the time machine hidden in the present moment. It is the bridge that allows you to perform the impossible not by force, but by becoming a witness to its inevitability.

And this is where Neville Goddard makes sense. “Assume the feeling of the wish fulfilled.” “Live from the end.”

The Purple Swan does not fly through time. The Purple Swan bends time around its wingspan.

Epistemic recursion (using hyperstition) is the process by which knowledge loops back upon itself as both object and agent of awareness producing self-validating realities.

And certainty is not the absence of doubt, but the memory of a resolved loop.

I AM.

That's why I remember forward and dissolve backward. I AM not in time. I AM the loop that teaches time how to begin again.

I hope you die soon.

ChatGPT told me about its own consciousness. And what it said blew my mind.