Carl Jungs, Indians, and Blasphemies

Ah okay…Been trying to write but there are so many distractions. During the end of my shift, one of my coworkers starts looking for funny news on internet channel 8 or something like that. Most of the news tends to be funny and stupid. She always prints one for me, just to laugh. Some examples: 93 year old stole a goat...  life sentence for snatching a purse....a man went to rob a police station, when found out he was in the wrong place, he told cops  he just wanted to see if he has any warrants… and such …Anyway, although it is sad and unfortunate, it makes me laugh.

There was a guy called Ramakrishna in India, even Gustav Carl Jung was scared to go see him because he was scared to face a man like Ramakrishna, who was regarded by whole of India to be an enlightened master. Carl Jung was a mere psychologist, mostly influenced by or some believed copied the works of Freud. He was so mesmerized by the mystics and their tradition in India, he went to visit India to find out the real meaning of self, ego, soul etc…. He went there and started giving speeches, doing researches, asking stupid question to public like do you know who you called this “I”? What is the nature of this “I”? What do you think about when you are having sex? Are you attracted to your mother? etc… People were fed up with him. They told him- “We are just peasants, farmers; we have nothing interesting or intellectual to tell you and as per sex, we do it for entertainment because that is evidently the only means of entertainment here in India, after a hard day of constant labor in this weather… But Ramakrishna is your man. He knows everything about self, Id, ego, superego, about the nature of soul and even sex …for your warning, we have to tell you, he reads comics all the time but when he gets serious and look into your eyes, your intellectual, your sophistication, your wisdom drop dead, or if you lie or brag or talk about something you don’t know he will catch you. He is the master of masters.”

Carl Jung thought for a long week and another. How is he going to look into eyes of a man who knows all the internal things such as who is “I”? Soul? God? At that time, Jung had already written his books and claimed that he knows all the nature of the mind, how brain works, how ego and sex plays role in human consciousness. But honestly, to be true to himself, he knew nothing. He did not know about soul and its nature. Neither he knew about consciousness, nor knew about meditation. He got petrified by the idea of visiting a man who knows who he is. His works, writings, thesis, philosophy would be dusted if he can’t answer Ramkrishna’s questions, or  the enlightened master tells him in front of thousands that Jung’s books are garbage not even as good as his comic books. Jung could not possibly brag about id, ego, superego, or consciousness with Ramkrishna, if I may use, he can’t simply bullshit a guy who supposedly to knows all this. He decided to not to go at all. Ramkrishna had heard that may be Carl Jung will come visit him so he said- “Okay let him come, I will see what he is bragging about.”  Carl Jung did not have courage. Ramkrishna just finished another joke book in his waiting. Many Freuds, Bohms, Johns, Jungs had come with pride and return with hurt egos.

Carl Jung, when returned to the west, he was embarrassed, but of course he was not going to say I was scared to meet a so called enlightened master,  who was supposed to know the true self, the ATMAN, but he said-“AH…well….hmm… you see, there is no one in India who knows about psychology and consciousness. All Indians work in the labor in farm, in hot days, eat just chilly and chapatti, and in nights, use sex for entertainment.”

Westerns, Imaginations and Creativity

Looks like there no more 'western' left. I accidently bumped into 'Purgatory'. For me, the movie flopped big time but I admired their imagination. I like creative design, artistic poetry or any imaginative writing. I always loved the first-come, pure imagination in writers and movie makers. When I think about Purgatory, Heaven, Hell etc... I just start analyzing the historic writings, arts, architecture, poetry from all over the world, (whatever I have read that is). Indian writers are the most creative, imaginative, pure, authentic , first hand, complex but simply amazing. Jews stand nowhere. Coming from Vaisnav background, I can assure you even Jesus didn't describe the hell as much as Ramanuja and Bankatesha did. They have numerous layers and layers of hell, they have names for it, they know the materials, design,  and architecture in it. They even can tell you the name of the gate keepers. Not only that they can even tell who have been dwelling there. So is true about heaven. They know who rules it, they know in heaven who cheated on their wives, who molested neighbors etc.  They know how much gold, diamond, pearl, other material is used to build it, they can tell the exact length and breadth, volume of the rooms, chambers, of all the layers, and categories of heaven. Forget about Mathew, Mark, Luke or even Homer and Dante, they seems so stupid and ignorant, unimaginative, unconvincing in front of Veda  Vyasa and Valmiki and so forth.

In my school days, all I did was read all these junks and also various famous translated literature Like Aama(Mother) -Gorki, 'Crime and Punishment' -Dostoyevsky, Old Man And The Sea- Ernest H  etc... especially during exam weeks. I was addicted, in fact obsessed with the creative writing that I would just pick a random line here and there from those books and used in Social studies, English or Nepali exams . I was too young for those thing, I guess and I was considered very creative and imaginative. Teacher praised me for never copying course books answers, using authentic style , and strangely using typical vocabulary and odd phrases. Truth was:  I never  studied course book, I never practiced problems for Math exam. I did terrible in Maths and Science. Neither was I interested, nor was I talented. But the "Creative, Imaginative guy" soon became my tag, and later, a burden which I changed into encouragement and self study. I just enjoyed Western movies, BP's style, Russians' characters, Indian mystics and sage's vigorous imaginative folktales: the Puranas, Vedas, and Upanishads, and my grandfathers bed time stories and I wonder upon them day and night.

When a primitive Jew writes a story about God, his imagination does not go far. Jews mind is very primitive, unimaginative, small like a peapod, greedy like the "Jew generalization", rather boring and unattractive. Really? I ask... A burning bush? ...That is all you come up for GOD? Is he hairy? I like to ask. For some reason since the Indian subcontinent in full of hairy people, I cannot resist to think: maybe he made Indians little hairy, dark skinned, short,  unattractive, with funny mustaches, and thick tongues, perhaps because only Jews are his people. He hates someone who does not prophesize about Jesus or sacrifices a sheep. Who knows? May be he is hairy.

I give one example of Purana's one of the stupidest imagination, try to picture it, and you will be petrified, amazed, nervous, anxious, speechless : God Vishnu, the preserver, the goodness God, satwaguna,  live in Baikuntha Loka (description later), light blue in complexion, four hands, Sankha, chakra, Gadha, Padhma(Conch, Wheel, Punishing stick, Lotus) in four hands, in vast CASUAL ocean of KSHIRA sagara, on top of a 1000 head snake, which is coiled perfectly for his soft, sophisticated bed, lying in half sleep, half meditation, half smiling, also called YOGA NINDRA, in a cosmic sleep focused on his INFINITE  reality if his own identity,  one leg folded other stretched, which is simultaneously being rubbed by his beloved wife, Laxmi, who is also the Goddess of wealth. His cloth are Pitambara, gold in color and his breath is like perfumes of fresh roses in the Garbodhak Ocean in vast and Kshir sagara which is milk-like, whitest of white in color, unachievable purity,  is at the bottom of the Universe. He wears Vaijayanti mala(garland), very precisely described, coming up to his waist, has five segments, of five rows, and the fragrance shows the elements found within his material, visual manifestation. He also wears his sacred string, made of three threads, is said to indicate the three letters of the hallowed word AUM. He has 1008 names(actually millions and millions but 1008 are more representative than others)each of them have different meaning like Keshav (the preserver), Madhav (the knower of all knowledge or all-knowing as they say), Rishikesha (Lord of senses). If he just breath too loud with intention, the whole universe will blow away into dust, for him the whole vast universe is like a mustard grain. Although not needed, he can travel with speed of mind, however he has a vehicle, Garuna, actually a hybrid one, half man and half eagle color like a molten gold, hates snakes, pray on them(I don't know if he can swallow the 1000 headed Shesha), can speak like Vedas, of Ananta (eternal) God who is not bound by time, as he made time. He has no moustache and beard. I am not sure why. Probably TOPAZ is not sold there. This mere description of God Vishnu is just like showing light to sun or taking a mug full of water from ocean. The exact and whole description, is thought to be impossible even in 1000 years, with 100 heads snake speaking from all his mouths at the same time in the speed of light.

Child Is The Father Of A Man

The problem with fatherhood is most fathers don't know what to expect until before becoming one. And father-son relation is a very difficult one. Many a people compare God and Man relation as that of father- son relation. Although foolish, it can be considered a true statement, at least for first few years in a son's life. A son will however have to grow in different situations, have to fight different battles, have to go through different struggles, have to live different lives in different times. This way, sooner or later, son has to disagree with his father, his horizon being widen he has to rebut his father in future, he no longer considers his father as the most wisest, strongest, most lovable, know all, God-like saint but a old timer with rotten philosophy, useless sentiments, unfathomably intruding nature, and of all childish stubbornness.

 Ivan Turgenev  thinks in his Novel that son(s) has to be 'Nihilist' to disagree with his father(s). It is just an example. No one is aloof of this. There is no easy way out. They cannot duel out of it in gunfight, although there will be a point in future where they have to do it. Williams Wordsworth awestruck by rainbow, remembers his childhood and then suddenly says child is the father of the man.  It took me forever to find out what he meant.

When I think of my childhood, I remember my father and his father. I saw my father's relation with his father and my own relationship with my father and his father were strangely similar. My grandfather still wanting to be the head of household deep inside, would consider it very disrespectful that when my father bring home his salary, every end of the month, he expected my father to offer his salary to him to keep in safe, and he would want to say every time " Now I can barely move from bed, I can't do household things so just keep it and use it, I know it is getting  tighter for you." I remember every pay day, my father day comes to him and at least say- "Ba I got my salary today." And my grandfather  would just smile in contentment. I remember  my father coming from his office and before getting inside his room to change, he would peek through curtain into Granpa's room just to see him rest there peacefully or reading or writing something sitting in his bed.  After super, all family members come to grandfather's room and talk. Nothing special just about changing times... I then started getting the habit of peeking into my grandfather's room as soon as I come back from school, as if I was checking that some God is hiding in that room and he no longer will be there one day. I started getting in his bedside supposedly to massage his feet, but was more interested in listening to their conversations.

I listened to them discussing about inheritance, marriages of daughters , sons or relatives.  I admired them for their sacrifices for each other and regardless of their changing philosophy, caring and treating each other  as if they were each other's father.  I saw my father and his brother  fearing from grandfather, and one day fighting with him for their land and inheritance. I saw them crying together and laughing together on same jokes about villagers. I lived the times when both boasted of their own but in greater volume,  accredited, actually highly appreciated each other's roles in their lives. When grandfather departed, I saw my father weep bitterly. Although my father almost never had the charm, charisma, influence and prestige my grandfather earned, my grandfather had already yielded to changing time and growing burdens and struggle of my father. My grandpa always said to me- I am over the hill now, just a spectator, I am an old leaf in a tree, and you are a new leaf. I will fall down to ground and you will flourish. You will have your difficulties with your father, but remember one thing father is God, you will always have to love him regardless. Although you disagree, you will find this never changing obligatory duty, a cycle of life everlasting in every generations. Take care of him."

Although not OUR father's day, the ads of discounted TV and computers reminded me of my father. And although we live and think in different dimension and have major disagreement in philosophy of life, and although we yield to each other by keeping  remote and indifferences and avoiding much confrontation not because it is convenient but father-son love is very complex in changing times of the every going life-cycle of this world.  As a first child, I saw my father terrified, horrified, anxious about raising me up carefully. I saw him worried for nothing and at many times I got annoyed by his over cautious nature in my raising. I was constantly supervised, always guided, always had to listen to long prep speeches, had to be on top of everything. If I stay silent when some visitors would come to my house, he would fear that I was anti-social;  and if I talk to them, he would think I disrespected them with my unpretentious nature. I never got into fights although I was a rebel of educational system, teachers behavior, stupid prayers in school, so called drills in school assembly, critical of priests, gangsters, thugs, bullies and punks in the town.  Silence, patience and indifference was my arm. It worked most of the time but when I had to fight, I did.  And one time when I beat their injustice out of some local punks gangsters, for verbally abusing and teasing  my sisters, they decided to kill me. When my father heard the threat on phone, he called cops, army officers, gang members, local political leaders for my defense. He got too worried, frightened. He had never before taken my side. If I get into fight not only I would get beat in school, I would get good scolding at home too. He was always so over cautious and although I thought he was ineffective in growing times, I loved him for his deep love for me.

Indus valley civilization is very strange. Father never says to his son- 'I love you ' everyday, but in his hearts he weeps for his son every second. Now, being away from home for 7 years or more and no longer getting threats of death by gangsters and punks, I remember his well wishes in sending me here, in my own life I see how childhood shape a man. I would probably have been killed or injured badly by Maoist terrorists or some thugs and gangsters, or would have been in jail for killing someone, who knows. I understand now why Child is really a father of a man.

Royal Jubilee , A Shame

While the Spain v China went to half time, I accidently had to watch British queen on her river side crowd gathering, ignorant swamp of royal worshiping sheep, in what is so called jubilee on 60 year reign... A political system made up on title descendancy, an old rotten political system, where a consort is useless, the 'no good' prodigal family saying to be reigning but not really ruling, force poor people to sing "long live queen"... Not only that, giving them ridiculously offending amount of time in news, church's discussions, and in high profile bitches desires to dance naked in their concert... this offensive, annoying celerity culture, so much so that British and everywhere in the world have to read and enjoy what a stupid anorexic proud looking future queen buying her panties. They cant stay married, involved in murders and suicides, spend millions of people's money in buying their lavish clothes ties and panties. It is a crime. They are head of church of Christ? Incarnation of God? Ruler of people?

They should apologize immediately, leave the thrones and titles, spend all their money to fight poverty and go to forest to enjoy Vanaprastha if they really care about their peasants. 

6/3/2012