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Money, Mooney….

October 29, 2018


Once I understood the importance of money in our lives, how central it is to the modern “system” and how it does make this Whirled go Around,…. I dug deep. Deeper. Deepest.

You have to go the root of it all to get to the heart of the matter.

Money is ancient energy, like all other expressed forms we see in the world. All expressed forms are egregores, collective belief spoken, dreamt and propagandized into 3D reality. That in fact is the whole of our construct.

This collective reality we are living is truly just that, a collectively believed in reality. A collectivist construct.

Perhaps we are genetically commies, eh? I jest. Di jest.

Imagine being able to visualize the truth of varied collective realities, each unfolding as we arise to the world, all smoothly blending into each others, the greatest common collective taking on the hardest mantles.

That is life, as I see it, create it, visualize it.

Sadly, I find very little overlap with the global collectivist mind-set now-a-daze.

So was the above a drift from the theme, money? Hardly, an excellent segway into it actually.

Some time, a looooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago, a group of people of people figured out three things:

  1. Most humans tend to laziness and convenience and those that don’t can be trained to be thusly
  2. Money was Talismanic and correctly designed, held man’s mind with overwhelming force
  3. The easiest way to make money in this construct was to make money make money. The moneylender’s, in some form, I suspect is the oldest profession.

Take the above mind-set, access to ancient secrets of energetic manipulation via symbol, architecture, spoken word, a few, x thousand years and voila…. you have today.

ABsolute fiat currency, where it is declared on the note itself that this is merely a debt canceller, doing the rounds as current-sea to grease the wheels of commerce.

The scam, long having run it’s course, is now swinging through shorter and shorter fiat cycles, the explosion in Crypto being an excellent case in point.

Unsustainable systems can run a long time on artificial stimulus,but it means fooling more of the people, more of the time, ultimately an impossibility.

Feels like a top, eh?

Screeching head-lines, tightening credit-lines, shortening hem-lines, heck dis-appearing hemlines, shortening time-lines….

As someone who feel more like an observer into the matrix, rather than a participant in it, I can see how it is constructed, brilliant, long term, laser focus : control through symbol, words of a tightly controlled and ever falling tongue and round the clock propaganda….

The map is being made the reality, because reality is perception.

The world, wars, beauty, love, nature, instgtram, VR, AR, gaming, gaming, gaming…… perception is reality and our purseption is now formed through screens.

This is a time

of the rise and fall

of breath

and empires…

This is a time

for the give and take

of life

and legacies….

This is a time

for the warp and weft

of grace

and theft…

This is a time

for the good and bad

of us

and them…

This is time

for pause and reflection

course correction


What the heck, you might ask, brought on all this introspection?

This chart… picture…thousand words and all that sort of thing…

consume wisely…

Central Banking Malaise

If you’d like a book about the history of money which will rightly and leftly blow your mind, e-mail me, aadivaahan at g mail dot com, tell me a little about yourself, what brought you here, what floats your boat and I’ll send you the book in return…

i Say…..

August 19, 2018

Sometimes, straight to the heart of the matter, like a flaming arrow, or a gentle whisper, filled with urgency and longing, booming, gently, like waves, the plip-plop of water on the lake of consciousness, tongues of flame burning un-forget-able nuances on the paper-stuff of the un-know-able that is our mind, glazing the clay-tablet of memory into a living thing, un-erase-able, funny that, living glazed clay, cuni-form triangles of arrow-headed simplicity, the heart of the mater, the heart of the matter, normalcy in shreds, the comfort-able fabric of our lives, with it’s warp and woof, or some say weft, cleft, right and left, asunder, woof woof, sun, dog, god, orion, something to cry on, eye-cleansing, tears, rips the mote of blindness from my i, my u, your us, common rail, diverging at infinity, parallel lives, inter-secting, bi-sect-ual pri-mate, man, woman, being, static, like an electric top, sometimes a bottom, spinning, shock-ing, un-lock-ing, deep recesses…..


4 fingers better than 3 …

July 3, 2018


Been a while since this…

In joy…

Goa, Hang Time, Words, Tumbling, Tongue STumbling….

May 26, 2018

Sow, So, Sow (Reap)….thus Leap……well now? Well? How deep? Well well well… Feeling well?

Reap:Leap, pRay:pLay, cRown:cLown, Vile:Live:lIve:Evil, Levi….. you know the drill…

Why of course, the drill is left:right, left:right…..LR, LR, LR….

Feeling Sin-kronus?

Ready for a fresh under-taking? Perhaps a brand new end-ever?

So Today is To Day even, oddly though, it is one day….

in the ear of the fox….

Awn and on anon……

It’s enough, this realization, to make the most practised tongue skid….

Here we go…

For-Give and For-Get?


Okay, In-Div-I-DUAL…

Enemy… Any Me?

Are you my Any Me?

Are we on the same pitch? And Tar?

Such a niggardly tongue, that one word and more specifically one sound had to mean (how mean) so many things, mostly the opposite of the word’s supposed conveyance.

He was so tightly bound that he bound-ed away….

He was, off coarse, re-leased…. re-leased to whom you may well and should ask!

If re-lease is re lease, then what is free dumb?

How FAR can we take this?

How about precisely this far…

Ancient Scroll


Sow what you might sp-utter, it’s just fancy lines…

Really? Just look at, sans comprehension. This is objectivity. Not intended for specific comprehension only.

Not impressed….

Ancient Scroll 2

A real tell there, even if it is, pardon the pun, Greek to you….

Mirror mirrim on the wall…

Look, ask yourself, perhaps these ancestors, who produced such masterworks of expressing reality in symbol, did not no a thing or two about how to de-sign a tongue?

And set a broken wheel in semi-perpetual motion, fanned along by the fire of Media…

Since Shakespeare, the Bible, the books…. it’s how it has always been….

The town-crier is now a billion accounts on social-MEDIA….

A heard….see? A social media heard….

Eye heard…..

more brilliance…. objective beyond doubt…. the power of symbol, the origin of Aliph-bet…

Ancient Scroll 3

This is refinement….

So, how do we tackle this gordian NOT of language and as I understand it, most language.

The scattering of tongues never stopped.

But pretty soon, lot’s of people will be left grunting at each other while emoting through their embedded smart phone.

Here is a Vivek-ism for you. An axiom if you will…

You can only know your tongue in silence.

Then, the practise of discernment…

Then the courage to take action…

Then the detachment to be silent….


Language is a slippery slope…

Mind your tongue, they say…eh?



is what you make of IT…





Lay Burr Day….

May 1, 2018


It’s been a while.

And what a while it’s been, eh?

The newsflow is the noose flow. Choking the channels of our mind with garbage.

When did garbage choked pipes de-liver purity? Rectal is for refuse, mostly choked in our modern world.

Where then free flow of thought?

Tell me, or riddle me rather…

Would you not rather BE DE-PRESSED? I mean, fork in the road, human looks right, looks left one says : Road to RE-PRESSION and the other reads : Road to DE-PRESSION, which would you pick?

Would you rather have the press re-applied or de (Removed)?

I am DE-PRESSED and so, if I may, should you be.

Why, what a strange point to BE_LABOUR!

On LABOUR day.

For a woman who has borne children, labour is usually the high point of self-inflected bodily pain and often mental anguish (response to humongous hormonal changes on DE-LIVERY), LABOUR is not a happy thought.

LABOUR is painful. PERIOD (pardon the ab-solutely un-in-tended Pun)….

And yet it is the most widely celebrated holiday on earth.

What in-sane creature would celebrate pain? Except a deeply con-ditioned one.

I say creature, but perhaps individual would be better, yes?

The individual, the sove-reign.



See that? In Div I Dual.

The APE-X world for our singularity has not one, but two divisions.

Getting my Drift?

So then, what complex of conditioning and culturation has created a WORLD celebrating having their collective nose to the daily grind stone…..

How about that eh?

Do note the DEEP BLUE and jog your Geo graphy. Se a pattern? Emerging?

Lookit, that deep blue. Who refuses to have the sweat of their brow trivialized in a celebration of pain?

It’s all topsy turvy I tell ya,


I feel a snapping at my heel

But I refuse to be rushed….

So many fingers

rushing to meet quiver-ing lips saying

Hush, hush

Those are MY lumpy carpets…

Mone, mine, precious…

The words my friends

are twisted and with them


Truth is bitter

and democales sword is 30 words

on Twitter

Short everything I say….

Skirts, Stocks, Bonds, why stop at

anything at all?

It’s a free fall

Upwards and that’s a fact

Tess a Ract

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credit: Wikimedia

So, See?

In and out and in and out and in and out and innnnn…

Takes on a HOLE nu dimension, eh?

There you go. The tesseracted creatures that we are, this is our reality.



You might say to yourself as reality snaps in and out and in and out….


See? That is all it is.

A breath can create, but you’ve got to be breathing right AND left…

Ida and pingala…. hot and cold, tesseracted…large and small, tesseracted…. constantly still and always moving, this is the puzzle…..

Pay (?) at-tension?


I say relax and back your pedals…

Ask Ma Ma Quez, he’ll tell you, balance is the key….

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Ciao for now you crazy beasts….

I’ve had many strange sign-ups happening lately.

Strange days, pon us all?

The wolf is on the prowl…





Our Collective Dystopian Simulation….

February 22, 2018


Inspired and disgusted by a video that showed the brutal and heavy hand of indian policemen on poor daily wage earners, I wrote the following, about India and Indians at large and the state of our collective psyche…

Re-reading it later, I realized that with minor tweaks, it’s true for all matrix dwellers…. this is an unvarnished eye…because the mirror, it always lie 😉

We need to raise our collective vibe…. city dwellers especially are at risk, everywhere…..

read on ….

India’s truth is almost too ugly to bear. And yet the masses, dumbed down, mis-educated, poor, aspirationalized by TV, dead to the viciousness of the polity, law enforcement and judiciary, diseased by having their environment poisoned at every level, placated by fake spirituality propounded by disgusting, fake Babas and gurus… repressed, suppressed, depressed and ruled over by masters they cannot believe even exist….. THIS time, THIS moment is India’s fork in the road….. so much talk, so little will to act, everyone in their own minds a leader, pumped up by a false sense of knowing something deep, each person, you, me…all of us secretly and mostly un-knowingly craving our own seat, our own special protection group, our own pliant bank manager…. truly crabs in a bucket…… like a horse with it’s mouth worn by years of a metal bit, responds only to vicious tugs, dead to the subtlety that is actually the unknown force that vivifies all things…… sub-human cities, fast dying villages, culture overshadowed by the toxic brew of filth spewed out by a deeply sold out media….. the poor average bharat waasi is probably the most lost citizen on earth…… tongue, even of the mother, discarded to adopt this foreign spell, stumbling, awkward, ill-pronounced and therefore ill-expressed, a laughing stock…. a nation brought up on chewing bitter neem every morning, now unable to withstand even a tiny grain of bitter truth….. what or who will bring this battered humanity a gentle light that everyone may gather around without fear….. it’s all about fear my friends, in the end, we have been made fearful, thus always begging for that favour, that admission, that access to a ruling criminal, shameless before our stone gods….gidgidate hue, hamesha gidgidate hue……. unable to throw off our individual and collective shackles, blinded by the light of the media glare, deafened by the vocal and audible coarseness of our existences… loud horns, grinding machinery, that child standing on the front of his father’s scooter in a three hour Bangalore traffic jam, every breath destroying future genes, forever….. coarse environs, coarse nurture, so coarse nature…coarse children, coarse adults, coarse parents….it’s easy to spot patterns you know….. can we turn this ship of state around before it batters itself on the jagged shores of other defeated cultures, now mere relics of history? Can you? Really, think, hard…… can you? I say yes. If you have a plan, tell me and if it resonates, I’ll get behind you. If I tell you mine and it resonates, will you stand with me? Really? I am all ears…..



So…..what say?



Hi Tec, LoveCraft, D Waves, Demons?

December 9, 2017


How are you doing?

I’m sitting by a huge picture window, looking at a glorious snow capped peak and looking, seeing, diving, reading, watching.

And I have to say, even an out-there thinker like me is currently speechless. What is going on?

Bitcoin $20,000? Whoa, is there a tectonic shift in the global power grid underway? This is what great power does by the way.

It shows UP, makes some noise, creates some chaos, instigates some changes and then goes underground again. It’s a pattern in history…..

So I sense that we are coming into a raucous 2018, set-up by this extremely pressure-filled, tight to bursting, yet mostly calm 2017.

Roller-coaster 2018 coming right up. Volatility of every form to make a raging comeback.

And in the midst of all this, unbeknownst to most, TRUE, tectonic shifts are underway.

The gods of this age, that control our DATA are saying some really strange things.

Some really really strange things… the man you will see in the video below is a Tech Priest, the co-founder of D-Wave quantum computing and listening to him speak, you’re not quite sure if the man is channeling John Dee or Sir Francis Bacon…..

Listen on…