Visionless Reality

Thirteen

‘Have you ever experienced the ultimate flow of energy, passing inside your body? Have you ever tried to let your energy flow to the environment, making it pure? Ever tried of thinking that how much useful this energy can be?’-Joshua.

        None of the voices were heard as a reply to his questions. Everyone was confused by his questions. Was it some sort of mind bending puzzle, or was he trying to manipulate our brains. Still trying to figure out.

‘No replies! No problem. I was expecting the same. This is a result of poor self-exploration. When you lack the knowledge of your body, and try to let the outer forces control your body, you often are susceptible to lack of self-exploration. It is not compulsory though, but it should be a necessity of every human entity for this leads to the source of unlimited knowledge, that is stored inside the most powerful weapon in the entire universe, your brain.’-Joshua.

        He really sounded like a businessman, who is trying to make an extremely poor family, familiar with the latest stock in the market and the benefits of investing in it. I mean what’s the use of exploring such non-existing energies when all we were doing was following the Majors and Colonels and competing over some promotion. It was all ridiculous how they could be so ironical. One side they were teaching us the art of self-exploration to get rid of the worldly pressure, and on the other side, they were making us perform such tasks, to create mental pressure.

‘I am aware of the fact that you have never practiced original form of meditation. For this, it may lead many of you to sleep, which may be harmful for your body as well as your soul but, if you focus on my words, and follow the instructions I give you, it will radiate energy from you. Some dispersed form of radiated energy, I can feel in this area right now, but if that is streamlined in a proper way, then it will lead to generation of ultimate power… enough to lead the way to moksha. Well, that is the end state of that energy… but if used with care, one can use it to self-heal and if ignored, it could lead to self-destruction.’-Joshua.

        Oh great… he involved the word ‘moksha’ in one of his sentences. Now people would believe him more than anything else. How rubbish. He was already aware of the fact that no one has ever experienced meditation. How could he be so sure? Definitely… he can’t be. As I am the one who have experienced meditation for real and it feels awesome to self-explore. I thought he was a real monk, who came to teach us some new techniques but he was busy with his deceptive words. With the course of time, it was getting more and more annoying, listening to his false words while knowing the truth.

‘To begin with the meditation, everyone is required to clear their minds and let go of the thoughts you all have been into. This step might be an uneasy step for most of you, as you all have never been into such state previously. So try to focus your mind, on your breathings, and try to stay still and awake. Nothing will stop you from not thinking. That is, you... only you, who can control what you think.’-Joshua.

        I was tired enough from the testing field that I was not able to stand in the real world. I decided to give my whole body, in the real world, some rest. I laid down on the floor, without worrying about the whole world, for I was in the VR world, worrying about the Virtual issues those were hanging around.

‘Focus on my voice. Listen to the instructions. I will lead you to the path of fortune. Let’s start with, winding up the whole day… you all are tired from the intense tasks, carried out to test your physical abilities… and your adaptive learning abilities. This task will provoke your brain, to get easily distracted, by the outer invisible forces that are there to misguide you to the wrong directions. Following my words and the instructions, you will be safe from all the monsters that will prevent you, from gaining the ultimate source of wisdom and knowledge. But being safe is not the goal of this task… we are here to defeat that devil from its roots, and achieve the deserving award for the victory.’-Joshua.

        Everyone was quiet. Everyone in the lobby, were focusing on the words of the faker. Never would I have ever done that thing… but, peer pressure is really a beast in such scenarios. Making up my mind to complete the task carefully for the sake of higher rank, I started following Joshua’s words, for I had no other option left. All the recruits were sitting with their legs folded and looking straight into the eyes of Joshua. Trying to give the lobby a look, I was making myself more susceptible to be noticed by Joshua. To end this urge of looking around, I preferred closing my eyes to focus on the breathing, giving my thoughts a rest.

‘Everyone please now gather your senses and try to give them some rest. Lay down on your back, and try to focus on your breathing, for it will help you regain your senses and let you concentrate more on yourself, rather than roaming around in the wild, meaningless thoughts of yours. Let loose of your heavy legs… after running in a marathon… for they are too heavy to carry… till the end of the journey. Loosen your arms. After climbing on the net, to the top, holding and sustaining your weights, helping you reach the crown of success. Weaken up the muscles of those clenching hands, that held the weapons, tight enough to squeeze out the blood from the enemies’ shell. Let those fingers, rest for a while. Relax your body. Loosen up each and every muscle and feel the moment, of peace. Let go of every thought, worries and pleasures. Feel yourself… sinking into the depth of your breath… with every ounce of air inhaled…’-Joshua.

        Not only was he wise with his words, but he was actually faking it all like a pro. He was fabricating his words with the human anatomy, to make him feel more real, and people could actually believe him. This is a trick, often used by psychologists, which uses the power of suggestion. The art of giving a message to the brain regarding a particular event, and looking it turn into reality. Scientists have proved the fact that the power of suggestion works perfect if presented without any flaws and the patient is successful in believing that all the treatments they performed, were reality. He was surely a psychologist, who was either testing our concentration, or messing with our head.

‘Look up at the ceiling… choose a point and try to focus. You are going to feel your eye becoming heavy… stressful and tired. Close them slowly… with each ounce of inhaled air, close your eyelids, slowly… feeling the energy gained by the inhaled air. With every ounce of released air, feel the body getting relaxed and ready for a journey, to the unknown lands. Close your eyes, without straining the eyelids… and let your body, float on the water. Let yourself feel the winds around you. Let every breath of yours, take you to the lands never seen. Let yourself drown in the darkness… for that darkness will lead you to the invincible light.’-Joshua.

        It was all dark as usual, after closing the eyelids. I was still unable to figure out the main purpose of this task. After spending moments of roaming around that thought, I let my mind, free from all the worries and actually fell for his words. It seemed pretty understandable after a while. He was not faking it all, but it was the ritual they used. Such rituals were also performed in the sss forests by the tribal people. But the thing that was different was that they used to give some kind of drugs that made people feel dizzy and… so that they could focus more properly on the meditation. And that was it… the energy drink.

‘With my voice all around your head…  try to feel the warmth of my voice… all around your body. My voice… will lead you to the hidden place, that hides the monster inside you.’-Joshua.

        Continuing the ritual, I was in the dizzy mood, vulnerable to the vivid dreams and this meditation. I was feeling like floating in the air, above a mountain. All these were the visuals of my mind. Nothing could be felt more lively than this thing. I was not sure about any monster but yes… that was happening for a reason.

‘Listen to the sound of bells. Let those sound, lead the way. Follow the sound…’-Joshua.

        With his voice, a different kind of voice was being heard… just like those from the bells of Buddhist temples. Initially, they were revolving around my head… but eventually made their way to a faraway land. Were those the death knell, or were they the bells of peace? No one knew. All of the sudden, I entered my dream phase, back in to the dark world. I thought it was another episode but no, it was the meditation phase. All I could see… was my house. The front door of my house… I tried to entered the house in silence but I actually step onto something. It was a mirror. I picked it up and carried it into the house. Entering the house, I saw no one. It was like everyone was at work, or the whole family was at some trip. I entered the kitchen and the whole look was different. It was the old kitchen we had. The living room was old too with the shabby couch of the grandfather. Everything was old. I was in the older memories of my own house. Entering my room, that was a*****e room once, I tried to find something but don’t know what. I kept the mirror on the table that was lying there, and then peeked outside the window. The window was half open. I pulled hard to make that open enough for me to jump out to the balcony. After a while, it shut open wide. Jumping out onto the balcony, I realized that the window did shut itself. I was afraid of being lonely, but this was the time to enjoy the beauty of the whole scenario that stood in front of me. The snow was spread all over the place and the misty winds were smelling so good. I was being guided by the voice of Joshua but wait… I couldn’t hear him anymore.

        Being lost in the world and actually remembering one of the previous memories, a huge blob of water hurled into my eyes and the vision was blurry. Turning to my back, I saw from the closed window, the image of myself. It was me… it was me who was scared of the smoky shadow of an unknown entity. It was me who was looking at the shadow, fearfully and trying to approach it. My tears rolled out in vain. The pain of looking myself and not being able to tell who I was. This was the most heartbreaking dream I ever witnessed. It was my shadow from whom I was scared. Thinking about it, while looking at it, I saw myself, throwing a pillow at me. The moment that pillow banged the window, I was falling into a well of mirrors. All the mirrors were sparkling. I could see myself in them, falling with pain, falling for myself… but couldn’t help myself. Every shattered piece of mirror, was showing a memory in rewind, like I was going to the death bed of mine.