This is an interesting day- the last repetitive date we will ever see. The next such repetitive date will only occur on January 1, 2101, when the date will be 01/01/01. That’s a good 88 years away!!

So I am pretty sure I will not be around for that day. An astrologer told me that I will live a healthy and interesting life which will last only four more decades, give or take.

My husband was deeply upset and like an eccentric Billionaire he told, “We’ve got to figure out how to keep you around.” He firmly believes he will die in his 90’s. With enhanced technological advancements I am sure human life can be lengthened.

But honestly, I have no problem. Four decades of writing, making films, going for long walks to the Sahyadri, watching exotic, rare birds, working in conservation, loving my husband and my furry babies is good enough for me. It will be a life well lived if I can manage to just exist and pursue my interests which bring me happiness.

I have understood one thing- flow like water. In fact now I expect nothing, not good, not bad. I am not an avid follower of Murphy’s Law, neither am I expecting great rewards and accolades. I just want to BE.

I do not wish to consciously observe my life anymore, like the wave. It floats around and is present in all places, in all time. I desire not to be like the particle and have a fixed point. You may argue that I am a fixed point, but then am I?

Sometimes I muse to myself- who am I? What is the proof that I exist?

The ego spurts out so many premises to logically argue of my ontological state. I hear it, the ego. It conveys to me an image of what I think I look like, what I behave like, what my values are. That, it tells me, constitutes my character, my identity- ME.

But sometimes I feel my flesh, it begins to feel viscous- solid becomes non-solid. It’s the state of being a wave, of flowing, of not assigning a fixed point of existence. I have been told that I think of bizarre things, but then again I could never stop cogitating.

I think of gaseous thoughts, which disappear as soon as they bear form. They are not dependable. Thoughts are like waves, crashing down the shore of my mind.

I always wished for thoughts to be more concrete. With my dense state of perception, concretization has its own charm and abstraction alarmingly raises the hair on my neck. How do you perceive the abstract. Charm or no charm, concrete must work. But nothing takes the permanency of concretization! Nothing is ever concrete!

Abstraction makes itself my friend, my foe, a challenge! ABSTRACT! I have found that my life is random and abstract, ABSTRACT!

I stopped running from the unfamiliar world of abstractions. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at it right in the eye. If I was a realized individual I may have seen much more than what my limited consciousness experienced.

Brahman, Sunyata, Ain-Soph- all are abstractions. Can our finite minds grasp infinity? I feel something deep when I watch Youtube videos of deep space that Hubble has taken. It thrills me. Space the mother of all abstractions. Space is Kali, my Ishtadevi. I have given that deep abstraction a form, a name, I have gone ahead and anthropomorphized the abstract. I have made her particle. I am the observer, she is the observed.

Yes she is all over the place, yet confined in my heart. How do you bring yourself to grasp that an atom is 99.999999999999% empty?

What happened there? Sunyata- emptiness, the VOID from where ALL springs.

So our bodies and everything around us, it’s all DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, VOIDNESS. Yet, we are petrified of the dark.

Darkness and silence is our first nature, our most primordial form of being; which is why Kali is black.

So as 12/12/12 is already here, we must understand Voidness, stillness and silence. Being and Nothingness!

Some say the world will end, but the Christian world runs on such an eschatological understanding- it’s all about the Armageddon, but what about Karmageddon?

The world will not end, but a new era will begin, of deeper resonance with spiritual energy.

I see every day in social networking sites that a huge number of people are trying to explore Compassion and ONE IS ALL concept. They may think they are a part of a Galactic Federation, some may be from Sirius, some Pleidians, Theosophists, Freemasons, Advaitis, Tantrics it does not matter.

You may be a rainbow warrior, an indigo kid, an E.T, it does not matter. You may be an average human like me, still 12/12/12 is not just a date, it’s a switch, once its flicked open you may experience a journey to your third eye. So awaken to this possibility.

Let’s dance with the Sun-rays, swim with the wind and hug the Earth- its time to rejoice 12/12/12 is here.