Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Meditating on gravitational waves

The gravitational waves were detected by LIGO. They predicted that it came from a violent incident billion of light years ago.  A confirmation of something which Einstein had theorised a century ago.

I wonder at construction of  LIGO, the instrument which has measured this phenomenon.

The key to LIGO's success is its ability to be sensitive even with so much noise around. The earth, atmosphere, Sun and all cause so much noise to distract it from hearing what it was meant to hear. And scores of scientists spent years of effort and governments spent millions to make it so that it can hear. Hear what it was made to hear, ignore noise.

We too have a similar instrument called mind. It is meant to hear the gravitational waves. It can stretch and compress, move in multi-dimension. But most of the while it is lost in the noise.

So we have meditation. In ancient India rishis meditated. Years of rigorous practice had fine tuned their range of frequency to listen. They could hear the origin of universe. They expressed it in verses, composed it in sound. The knowledge was codified and came to be known as Vedas.

A scientific temperament and yogic practices could allow human mind to travel in time, bent time/space. And rediscover what the mind has known for so long.

Meditations stills the mind.
Makes it sensitive, aware.
It causes discovery.
It invents.
It reveals.
The secrets.
Of Universe
Of Space
Of time

Try it and let us know.
Now is the best time to silence the mind, using mind.

An autobiography of rocking chair

I am not rock, James Rock.
I don't hurt nor people throw me around.
Rather they settle down on me.

Some hold my hands, some just drop their weight onto me, some swing and glide before settle and sing song on me.

They all come to me because they like to move to and fro. They cannot be still. I let them move so that something in them settles.

I was born long time ago in the great human mind of probably Benjamin Franklin. Some say it could be before but I don't recall.

I am just a little chair that can hold you like your mother when you were infant. She rocked you in her arms. I rock you in my lap.

Tired and lost
Fresh and bubbly
low or high
contemplative or chatter
morning or night
take a small flight
to and fro
wavering and then
settle down

I am your little rocking chair, in your garden, balcony or living room, matching or in contrast, waiting for you.

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