Is this is not a dream?
When we dream, so real they seem, are we sure this is not a dream?
Now lets add to the confusion, is all the world just an illusion?
The seer inside me seems to know that all creation is just a show;
A play of God that was arranged to keep all of us entertained
For our short stay upon this earth, and after death another birth.
For every lesson to be learned to this earth we must return,
And manifest our soul's desire while evolving ever higher,
Untill the self we realize and only God idealize.
Am I this bag of bones and skin and everything else within?
Or am I this heart so full of feeling, I must admit thats more appealing
Or am I this mind so full of thought, its logical, but I think not.
No I am something so much more, a spirit being that yearns to soar
And merge into the one true cause a part of which I always was
This one thing I know is true, I am spirit, so are you.
This body's purpose is to sense, its indended to experience,
All of life's pain and pleasure, yet self mastery is this life's treasure.
For only once we master self, do we obtain the cosmic wealth,
The union that will make us whole, intercourse of God and Soul.
Transmutation
The procreative energy is the essence that's inside of me,
That I must learn to cultivate and not let it ejaculate.
Of observances that number five, sublimating the sexual drive,
Can be the hardest one to keep, yet doing so will surely reap,
A treasure of enthusiasm, worth so much more than sex orgasm.
This does not mean abstain from love, just don't let excitement go above,
The level that I can control, forget about what was the goal.
The new goal is to make it last, just pause and let that feeling pass,
Then continue on my way, remember inside me seed must stay.
The fire in the begining is your friend, avoid the embers at the end.
Not as easy as it seems, how does one hold back wet dreams?
Self control of course is key, one must have self mastery.
If I'm truly to succeed, then inside me I must keep the seed
And also learn to send it higher, this will build a raging fire.
And bless me with vitality, and give me boundless energy;
Vigor, vim and zest to use upon my spiritual quest.
Gifts and powers will be mine, used only to become divine
This is whats called transmutation of the substance of creation.
Meditatation
A scattered mind is very weak to focus then use this technique.
Sit very still breathe slow and deep, be careful not to fall asleep.
Close your eyes and then them raise, between the brow is where you gaze.
Now watch the breath go out and in, when its done again begin.
When a thought comes let it go, just return to breathing slow
When another thought comes to mind, just watch the breath yourself remind.
This will help your concentration, this my friend is meditation.
Special K
K is special so divine
She lies asleep at base of spine
By power of my concentration
And the depth of my meditation
Body and mind I must prepare
If awaken her I dare
Or else her might will overpower
And I'll be dead within the hour
Or at best I'll loose my mind
With no hope it to ever find
Once preparations are complete
Which in itself is no small feat
Years and years lifetimes or more
When all is pure down to the core
And you can hold your focus steady
Then and only then will you be ready
To awaken the evolutionary energy
Special K a.k.a. Kundalini.
