This date creates a numerical palindrome: 21022021. It adds up to 1. 1. The day began with a recommended tweet from someone who claimed to have launched satellites in Moon and Mars missions. Her GPA was 2.4 and she moulded herself to become a celebrity. I only moulded her tweet which had grammatical errors: perhaps, […]Unconditional Love!
1. I recently read a letter by Rabindranath Tagore. It was from a book of his collected letters. This letter was written when he was aboard a ship. It began to rain. He was laying quietly in his bed. Indifferent. He was hearing the ocean. Its waves crashed with one another, creating a roaring sound akin to a lion’s who is tied at a zoo inside a cage. The metaphor of ocean’s immense energy being limited to a cage like structure where it roars and might consume us if released, in case of a tsunami was fresh in my reading. I liked it. I was captivated by Tagore’s imagination in his letter and the way he addressed his reader.
2. Recently read a tsunami warning in some news.
3. Registered many titles in the last two days. Watched the rehearsal of the play The Tender For Tajmahal, which is ongoing in the library hall.
4. Read a travelogue by Vikram Seth in which he paints a clear picture of streets of Katmandu streets. The extract was from a title Heaven’s Lake. He was fascinated by a flute seller who was stalled near a fruit seller and they talked a bit. The flute seller enjoyed playing more than selling. I learned the name of the Japanese flute Sakuhachi.
5. I sat under the eight petalled lotus of Ku Klux Klan, listening to some nostalgic romantic songs from Hindi movies-shedding a tear or two for sheer vividness with which the poet had captured the profound mystery of romantic love and its entanglement.
6. As I was playing the vocabulary jams: i paid attention to the meaning of word solicit. It meant : to pursuade someone to do something illegal or unrighteous. I recalled that i had recently used the word in one of my articles published here in another sense. Was i wrong? No. I had used that by emulating the usages I had seen. I recheck it now: that sense does exist.
7. Yesterday, I was asked this question by someone: “if you are asked to live one day from your life, which day would it be?”
The clear answer was: I neither want to live nor want to die. The limitations that I see: I want all of them to end and for good.
The next question was: “if you were to choose from a day when you were happy or a day when you could have corrected mistakes: which one would you choose?”
The answer : though such a thing as happily correcting mistakes does exist: I would choose a day where there was scope for rectification. It would help make this existence a perfect one in the long run.
8. A rare conjunction of six planets in the sign of Capricorn took place when Moon joined five other planets.
9. I read the story of Cleopatra and his relationship with Julius Caesar in brief as an introduction to a novel titled Cleopatra. Out of Western figures of importance from fair sex in history: Hypatia-the Greek genius, Helen of Troy and Cleopatra stand out to my imagination. Mary Magdalene or mother of Joshua Ben Joseph is more from hagiographies than from a critical literature.
10. My rankings on vocabulary.com have slumped a bit because of my being busy with other stuff. Yet: I find satisfaction in the fact that I am still one of the top scorers in jams this month:
As you can observe: I have been second most jam team leader in the jams this month, behind only to Stephen D of Japan.
The second screen shot indicates that I have been third player to be in a winning team most often this month.
My ID is 10. I invite you to play vocabulary jams with me on vocabulary.com.
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1. Registered 5 titles in library as I was watching the rehearsal of Tender For Taj Mahal, a play written by Ajay Shukla.
2. Came across a book on Tamil culture and literature by Avadhnandan. The peculiar stories about Nayanmars were intriguing. I read these stories shrouded in mystery of devotional epic miracles which can be neither verified nor denied. Telangana, Telugu and Trilanga are all synonyms of Trilinga or three Lingas. One mystic known as the Walking Shiva of Benaras was Avadhoot Trailanga Swami. Shiv and Rudra were separate entities in the beginning. Shiv being of Tamil origin and Rudra being Aryan in origin.
3. Took a class and walked at the Sunset. Had water balls. Took some pictures and went to see a kitchen garden which had Supermulching arrangement with extra space between flower beds which was stuffed with lemon grass plants.
Here are some pictures:
1. Ninth of November has begun here. Shabbath ends. I can continue to post here now. Nine is a strange number. All its harmonics return it. The Guru’s office. The Saggitarius. The Archer who has its lower half as beast(horse.)
2. Each of the day in this month has an addition of 6 to it as per the calendar which is most widely used: 9/11/2020 for example: has 9+ 11+2+0+2+0=9+6=15=1+5=6. Venus. The potency of revelation as per following scheme:
3. 1: Creation.
3.3:. Dissolution (Correction/Renovation/Improvement)
3.4: Obfuscation (Concealing/Mystical)
3.5: Absolute (Perfect/Adept)
3.6:. Revelation. Liberation. Sadashiva. Natarajan. Narayana.
4. Deities associated with this scheme in Hinduism are: Bramha. Vishnu. Mahesh. Parmeshwar. Sadashiva or Niranjana.
5. The reference: Vallalar aka Ramalinga Swamikal. Tamil Poet who belonged to Sanmaargam. Nondual way to perfect enlightenment.
6. Each of these involve others. Personally: I had difficulty understanding the third. I was always wondering about Pralaya or the cosmic dissolution as depicted in the great flood stories in the Bible and Hindu Scriptures.
7. Death doctrines or eschatology on which Tibetan tradition worked for many centuries: has been a subject which fascinated me always.
8. In short: Gross, subtle and its cause: the ignorance or the darkness : are all same.
9. The greatest knowledge is same as the darkest of ignorance: it’s sleep. Rest. It’s where healing happens. It’s where you’re at home. It’s where you are free from all bounds. Tao.
10. If there’s a difference between knowledge and ignorance: conscious and unconscious: it can’t be the highest knowledge.
11. All Philosophy and Science ends in art. I was not surprised to see that Gandhi : who is on every bill in this country where I live and who is the cause of my being able to read a lot of books as I have an access to a library which was denied to me otherwise in a town where I was born and brought up: was most influenced by two plays in his early life: 1. Harishchandra : the truthful king who becomes a servant and an undertaker(Chandala) as he had to pass a test put by Indra: the king of demigods. 2. Shravana: one devoted to his blind parents: a young man accidentally killed by King Dashrath: father of Rama: the ruler of Ayodhya.
11. If such a king as Rama did exist a long time ago: he was also influenced by the stories in Yoga Vashishtha: told by his preceptor the sage Vashishtha who was summoned by his father when teenager prince became deject by seeing the misery around him and wanted to renounce. Buddha escaped. Rama had to act like a man who is hurt by lust(reference: Bhagvata Purana: Geetapress Gorakhpur: Author: Vyasa)
12. Thus: if in my journeys : I wondered about my being most influenced by artworks such as David Lynch’s Inland Empire and Christopher Nolan’s Memento and Inception: more than religious doctrines: I was only seeking for a confirmation of my experience in the lives of great people.
13. In the art of Ramalinga Swamikal or Vallalar: the confirmation that physical immortality can be achieved by a human being: exists. His body was neither cremated nor put into a grave. He vanished into thin air declaring that he became God. He was born through a womb as per the story. His disappearance was recorded. As long as I see limitations, aging, death and reincarnation around me: I feel it to be the highest ideal to achieve at least what he achieved : if not more.
14. Ninth is also ruled by Mars: the moving energy. The fire. It’s a Monday. Mars. Moon. Jupiter. Every lunar day in this dark half of lunar month has coincided with the solar day. The Diwali or Hanukkah will be celebrated on 14th. The darkest night in the month of Kartik: the commander in chief of gods.
15. Now: it’s the time for a Tohu: I would like to receive feedback for improving this verse form. Oneta said that it was too puzzling for her: therefore I created two formats. If you have any suggestions on themes: you’re welcome. Let me create one with light and darkness. Key in the end.
16. Easy Tohu:
Light ignite lignite linga
Lingastronomical calculus sulcus circus circa carricatures
Rest in peace sweetheart
Sweepstakes stakes heart art
Article icicle canticle
Ventral dorsal salut salubrious
Rest in peace sweetheart
Estuary array ray of hope
Operand randi and ampersand
Sandstone one neon on onions ions snow now you won now you lost
Host had a toast
An asterisk read with caution
Tread with caution
Rest in peace sweetheart!
17. Difficult Tohu:
18. Key for difficult Tohu:
1. Syllogism 2. Marimba 3. Rampike 4. Abcedarian 5. Calculus
19. Tohu Verse was invented by me. Tohu comes from Jewish mystic tradition: tohu means chaos. What we perceive as chaos is because of lack of knowledge: for example: if my phone is hacked once: it might seem like misfortune. If it happens again: I pass over it in silence as I neither have money nor time to register for ethical hacking to defend myself. To strive towards a state where you are all knowing and nothing looks like ignorance anymore : you need to read a lot!
#bookreview I have no idea why I am unable to see clearly what the Friday posting each week might be! Today it seemed very easy to find out the answer to my just wondering… moment. There’s always plenty to read again or to find I somehow missed at the time. (The sidebar links are accessible and easy to use!) Many of earlier readings. Refreshing. I’m going now, a Bank Holiday Weekend here in the UK for us monotheists and polytheists, heathens and April Fools so now I’ve completed a short stint of my own tag/cat tidying & to-do time, read a little I’m outa here to enjoy… whatever next. (Coffee! My insomnia phases seemed linked to no or little coffee. i’m not an addict, i just can’t live without … coffee! – although dandelions substitute nicely but I ran out long, long, ago.
I recently signed up to be part of this blog tour with Ruisha Book Promotions. I’m a beta reader and I love it I have authors and publishers that give me a copy of their books for me to read and give and honest review. It’s a win/win for us both as I get to read authors I might not have discovered and the authors find new readers through my reviews.
By Peri Hoskions
End of August Release
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It’s 1994. Junior lawyer, Vince Osbourne, leaves behind a small, mean and viciously circular life in the city representing petty criminals and takes to the road. He’s lived 30 years. The wide continent of Australia is out in front. He’s almost young. Where will the road lead?
East takes in sunsets; rain in the desert; a five-year-old girl on a bike; a battered former thief and jockey; old-timers; young lovers; beautiful women, and aboriginals in public bars. The open road connects many vignettes making a rich tapestry of human encounters.
East is poignant, gritty, funny, sad and above all: human. Hoskins’ laconic prose captures the harsh, arid country in all its big, empty beauty along with quirky exchanges with strangers, travel buddies, shop assistants, workmates, and friends old and new. A journey without and within, East taps into the spiritual realm that lies beneath this land and its people.
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This intriguing book is based on the author’s personal memoirs and although it is described as fiction it feels very, very real.
Vince has reached a stage at 30 when he wants to break free from a life that seems to be suffocating him. He has been working as a junior lawyer but needs to do something different and this book tells of his travels towards the East of Australia.
His journey draws you along with him as he discovers himself and realises that he can achieve so much more than he previously thought possible. He settles in places with people from his past that he sees in a new light, along with their prejudices.
Then there are the long and testing journeys across the deserts of Australia, meeting a fascinating mix of people along the way. Vince’s observations on the Aboriginal people, being of Maori origin himself, are extremely revealing. The back breaking work he takes on in a mine, to earn some extra money, couldn’t be further removed from his previous work as a lawyer.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and would highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys travel writing and journeys of self-discovery. ~Robert Fear 8.10.16
My book review for East-A Novel
East is a book in the style of Jack Kerouac On the Road. I read this one in my twenties and was excited to take an adventure like he did. With Peri’s book the main character Vince is a lawyer living a unhappy life in his chosen career. Through his clients he sees corruption, bitterness, revenge, and negativity. At 30 years of age he embarks on a cross country journey that takes him across Australia and east towards his birthplace.
On Vince’s adventures he meets and befriends many different wanderers like himself at each hostel he stays at. Each character adds something colourful to his life. With their personalities, ethnicities, culture, and perspective on life as they know it. Each persons aura vibrates and helps give Vince this gift of sight as each one reveals a story to him. I loved how Vince discovered more about himself and why he left that life of a lawyer behind and all its preconceptions.
I love with each little township that Vince encounters he finds a piece of his soul that he had long forgotten about. Where the locals are either warm and inviting or hostile and distrusting. He finds a kinship with the hard working, colourful, gold miners and sympathizes with the struggles of the local Aboriginals. Each day he scribbled away in his journal intending to write his novel of his travel soul searching journey.
One thing I recommend is that you have a dictionary nearby as this novel takes place in Australia so there’s a lot of Australian and British slang I wasn’t aware of. It was refreshing to read in Peri’s conversational style of writing and learn some new language I hadn’t encountered before being Canadian.
I really enjoyed this book with it’s Ray to read chapters when I had hungry kids to feed and it was hard to put the book down. I wanted to see how Vince would handle each situation he encountered. Especially the racial tensions between the white and black populations. The language is raw and blunt so I would recommend an 18 + reader. As I’m a truckers daughter it didn’t surprise or offend me with the blue collar characters language.
I really cared about the main character Vince and some of the supporting characters he meets along the way. I was invested in his journey towards east as I had recently had an international trip to South Africa. That has left me eager to explore more parts of the world, and awaiting my return to the beauty of Africa again one day. What Vince realizes as he heads east is there’s really no place like home and rediscovering his family’s roots in his Irish and Maori heritage.
Here for your enjoyment is an excerpt to East Chapter 1-Leaving by Peri Hoskins
~Enjoy Chapter One From East~
The bonnet in front of me is big and white. Rain on the windscreen – the wipers sweep it away. The clouds are grey, the road is grey, the suburbs are grey and I am leaving. There is joy in that. I’m leaving it behind – a life – small, petty, viciously circular. Out in front is the road and I don’t know where it will end. I am free. I’m almost young.
A beginning. Renewal pulses in my blood, pumping out from my heart, through my veins, feeding me, making me new again, a keenly conscious being reaching out to the uncertainty. This road will lead me to places that I have not seen – to people I have not met. There’s no place I have to be and no time I have to be there.
I drive on and on leaving the city far behind. The rain clears. Sunlight glints on wet grass and trees. I see farmhouses, fences and cows. The gnawing in my belly eases as I’m gently enveloped by the freedom of the great mystery now upon me. The shackles of the old life fall away, for I’m shedding a skin – dry, worn, old and scaly. I found the courage to step into the dream. And the dream has become real.
The life of a suburban lawyer is behind me. Small decisions. Small repetitions. Which tie to wear today. Pay the electricity bill. Sunday – iron five shirts for the week ahead. See the same people. Say the same things. Hear the same things said. In that life I wondered whether I had it better than the petty criminals I represented in court. Some had no job and no home. They pleaded guilty and I said what I could say, for something had to be said. And then the court, that street-sweeper of humanity, tidied them away. For there must be a place – there must be somewhere for them to go: a prison, a halfway house, a drug rehab centre. There must be a place for everyone – somewhere. These people had fallen through cracks and become untidy. Did they envy my tidy life, those that I helped to tidy away? Did they see my life as I saw it – not a tidy life, but a tidy prison?
Tidiness. I had been taught to lead a tidy life. What was it they had said – the teachers, the headmasters? Work hard at school. Get a good job. Be a good employee. Pay your taxes. Mow your lawns. Be a good neighbour. Be a good citizen. Lead a tidy life. Not a full life, a varied life, a great life – no, a tidy life of small neat circles. I have lived thirty years.
As the trees and houses and petrol stations whistle by, the reasons for leaving once again crowd my mind. At thirty, life no longer stretches out before me like an uncharted great ocean. If I live to be eighty, more than one third of my life is spent. Where am I? At a time of life when I’m supposed to be somewhere – I’m nowhere I ever wanted to be. I’ll taste the last drops of youth before the cup passes from my lips, forever. The familiar yearning claws at my insides again – but it’s different now – it’s happy knowing I have been true to it – finally.
The yearning … a murmur in a corner of my soul … that’s how it started … a couple of years ago … I pushed it away. I was busy; there were things to do. It kept coming back, stronger and stronger: a growing gnawing that would not be denied. The day I turned thirty, I came to know what it was, finally. It was the feeling of having missed my destiny. At one of life’s important junctures, I don’t know when or where, I’d taken the wrong turn.
So maybe that’s what it is: a journey back down life’s highway to try and find the turn I missed. A journey to reconnect with who I am and what I should be doing here – in this life. Did I ever really want to be a lawyer? Maybe I did it because my father didn’t finish law school. Maybe I did it for him, and not for me. Didn’t have the courage to find my destiny and follow it … settled for safety and caution. And the small repetitions of the safe life had closed in and were suffocating me. Don’t know if that’s what it is … I had to go – I know that much … it was the most honest thing I could do. And now it’s real: this journey with no end and no decided route. It’s a big country. Yeah, I’ll head east … And in my travels maybe I’ll find something of the soul of this land and its people …
I have been at the wheel for four hours. The muscular movements needed to keep the car on course have become automatic. My thoughts drift freely now, first to the future – new, pregnant with possibility – before anchoring in my childhood. I recall a long-buried idea – from a time of wonder at a world full of possibilities. As a child I thought I could see into people, a kind of second sight.
Memories flow into my mind – sharp, clear, focused. I see things now as I saw things then. I am a small boy sitting in the passenger seat of a car. My father is driving. We approach an intersection. A policeman is standing in the middle directing traffic. He signals the car in front to stop. The policeman fascinates me – his neat blue uniform, high black boots, long white gloves – his precise hand signals. He makes cars stop and go by moving his hands like the man who made the puppets move at the fairground. The gloved hands move and the cars obey, crossing the intersection, slowly and respectfully passing the uniformed man.
From above I hear the noise of a plane. In the eye of my mind as a child I see the silver wings and fuselage. The policeman’s eyes turn skyward to the plane I see clearly in the window of my imagination. The officer’s long-gloved hands slowly fall to rest at his heavy belt. Cars bank up at the intersection. The driver in front looks at him for directions but he gives none. Unconscious of the traffic, his attention is focused in the sky above. The face of the policeman loses form and I see into him. First I feel his discomfort in the hot uniform, the dryness in his throat and the tiredness behind his eyes. Gradually my perception deepens. I sense the numbed heart, the thwarted ambitions – the hopes and dreams unrealized and gone awry. He doesn’t want to be here, directing traffic. The past has cheated him. He is disconnected from the present and fearful of the future.
A car horn honks from behind. A driver doesn’t know why the traffic is not moving. The policeman’s eyes return to the traffic, his arms snapping up with military precision. As he waves us on, the look of purpose clothes his face once again and the moment of seeing into him has passed.
The second sight would come to me without warning and always just for a fleeting moment or two. I would see my mother trying to hide an emotion or catch my father unguarded, looking into the distance. In the moment of second sight the physical would melt – the body become transparent and amorphous. Instead of seeing the person I would see into the person – reach inside to the heart, sense the fears, touch the dreams – see the humanity, raw and struggling.
Peri Hoskins is the author of ‘Millennium – A Memoir’, a travelogue memoir that has received many five star reader reviews.
Christopher Moore of the New Zealand Listener had this to say about ‘Millennium – A Memoir’:
‘Written with perhaps the merest of bows to Joseph Conrad and Robert Louis Stevenson, the book’s colourful cast of characters come together to greet the dawn of the 21st century. It’s a vigorously written sly-humoured account of human encounters in a small place lapped by the tides of change…It’s a genial well observed book that insinuates itself into the affections.’
~Christopher Moore, New Zealand Listener, 2 August 2014.
Peri Hoskins was born in Wellington, New Zealand. He is the second son of a family of five children, four boys and a girl. He is of mixed Maori and Anglo-Celtic ancestry. Peri grew up in Whangarei, Northland, New Zealand, a provincial city then home to about 30,000 people. He was educated at WhangareiBoys’ High School where he twice won a national essay competition. After completing high school and winning the school prizes for English, History and Geography, Peri went to Auckland University where he studied law and the humanities, including history and English literature.
Peri was substantially based in Australia between 1985 and 2005. He completed his study of law and the humanities at the University of Sydney including several courses in philosophy. He worked as a lawyer in New South Wales before embarking on a 1994 five-month road trip all around Australia. This road trip comprises the material for his soon to be published second book, East. Peri subsequently worked as a lawyer in both New South Wales and Queensland, and developed his current specialisation in legal work – civil litigation. In December 1999 Peri travelled to the Kingdom of Tonga to be in the first country in the world to see in the new millennium. The diary of his three weeks in Tonga has become his first book, Millennium – A Memoir. In 2004 Peri completed a post graduate diploma in film and television production at Queensland University of Technology.
Peri now lives, writes and works as a barrister (being a self-employed lawyer) in Northland, New Zealand.
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It’s been a little while since I’ve done a book review. That is where my heart lies in reading and writing so I became a beta reader for the author Destiny Hawkins. Now this woman can spin a great story, and quickly too. As soon as I finish up a book she’s loading up my Kindle app with another! Not that I’m complaining though I really get wrapped up in her characters as she writes so vividly of their lives, loves, and stories.