Indra in Search of Immortality

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One day I sat down and started writing, well, I wrote maybe, about few thousand words and this was an idea about the book. I wasn’t sure to write a book or not to write it. I decided to ask eternity if it is right decision, to write a book.  Asked Eternity to give me a sign, and I went to the beach. It was warm summer day, August my favourite month of the year. The sea water was warm and looked like an amber. Walking through water and suddenly I saw a crab, very unusual one, very big and one of its limbs was missing (crab limbs can grow back, relevant to subject of immortality), wow that was interesting, also there were a lot of fish in the sea, they were slipping through my feet and I nearly fell. The fish hid in the sand and I couldn’t see them. You know the round fishes that swim very fast? Do you know what they are called?

Oh, oh and I saw so many white feathers on the beach I thought I may collect them and make myself a pillow. Usually white feather is a yes answer. Then I had my doubts maybe there are always so many white feathers on the beach, after few month of observation I could tell that this wasn’t so, many days there were no feathers at all. There were other signs of course. So, I made a decision to write a book, the book Indra in Search of Immortality. By the way, after some time I was reading a book, and crab in that book symbolises, eternal life. That was very interesting coincidence. So eternity sent me right sign. When I was writing this blog post, swan passed me by, just above my head…

I have been interested in subject of immortality since, I was a teenager, not that I would like to preserve physical body forever although ageing and disease seemed so unnatural to me, so this book is a journey how you solve these problems and if you want you may find out how to keep your body for longer.

What causes disease and misery? How to avoid it?

What human beings are capable of?

When you start a book you never know how it is going to end so now it is completed. This book was very unexpected and peculiar journey.

You can buy the book on lulu site and here is the link:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/laura-ciciskinaite/indra-in-search-of-immortality/ebook/product-24014486.html

…zen poshness…

crow

…it wears the gown, the black gown,

he wears the black feathery tuxedo,

she wears feathery little black dress,

are they the best oculists?

they are the invisible ones…

they dine in luxurious gazillion star restaurant,

the food is soo organic and it’s fresh,

the berries just picked from the trees…

the beings who see others and avoid the others,

they all look the same although they are different,

they seem so ordinary…

although their life is extraordinary…

what is their name?

da crow it’s majesty da crow…

da crispiness and zenness of da crows life…

less words it’s better, just leave the experience crisp…

© laura ciciskinaite

 

Transience Wabi-Sabi

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First thing that comes in mind thinking about transience,Buddhist monks in their perfect ochre robes making a colourful sand mandala. It takes long time to make it, soon after it is made it is destroyed. Creation and destruction…Sand mandalas are representation of transient material life.

Creation and destruction of mandala is highly ceremonial.

I like to create my ‘sand’ mandalas not really from sand. One was created out of sea shells, very tiny sea shells…nobody can put a price tag on creation like that and now it only ‘exists‘ as photo image…

One day I have left message in the sand made of sea rocks. Of course the message no longer exist in material form, it was washed away by sea waves, hopefully somebody got the message…

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Sea also makes wonderful drawings. Pictures are so perfect…

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Drawings disappear after few hours. Sea water washes pictures away…

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The next day new pictures are created…different pictures.

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Everything is in constant change, well if things would stay the same that would be boring.

There is this saying; ‘The more things change the more they stay the same.’ Constant and change are different sides of the same coin.

Some people say, ‘oh those lifetimes in Lemuria and Atlantis were so much nicer better and now life is so grey’. Remember the lives in Egypt they were so cool I was trying to grasp on those moments, those lifetimes although they slipped through my fingers like sand…

Yes, that might be true. As they say, ‘all good things come to the end’, yeah, but they forgot to say that bad things come to the end too.

My sea shells turn into sand and maybe one day somebody is going to make colourful sand mandala out of that sand.

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Make your own own ‘sand’ mandala every day, every moment, choose colours and ingredients that are best for you and makes you joyful. Enjoy things while they last and don’t be afraid to let go when it is time to do so…

© Laura Ciciskinaite