Out of Phase

Disorienting Mysticism

Yesterday I had dinner with a sophisticated individual. Donning a elegant Hublot and fitted dinner jacket. He was tall and slim, sporting designer stubble, naturally honed for impromptu parties. He had the charms of the up & coming riche flooding the Indian subcontinent. India is rising rapidly and it can been seen, not just read about.

He had come over to make a deal and had been successful at securing two multi-multimillion dollar properties for one of our lesser billionaire families.

(Not who you are thinking)

We sat and talked about many things. He was politically astute, never spoke out of turn and supported many of things I believe in.

But was he out of touch with the reality outside of this niche. I probed, gently as I sometimes do, to sense a persons world view and came to the conclusion, that being successful, smart and politically correct (in the correct sense) is no security for having no clue. That requires a different skill set that is out of tune...

Then, I was chatting with a friend on Whatsapp, during dinner too (naughty naughty), who proceed to tell me that he has no idea what I am harping on about in these posts. He reads me out of mercy, I presume. Thanks friend!

His precise words were,

“Your analogies confuse me.”

“I am a simple man… tits and beer” (😄)

and finally,

“not many on your wavelength, Vikid”.

Which got me thinking. Perhaps I am being overly convoluted or that I am out of phase with people. Because, my friend is no simpleton, though sometimes he likes to play one. We all like to play simple, life is easier that way and a simple life is everyone’s dream.

As far as these convolutions go, there are three primary reasons:

One.

It pretty dangerous to speak straight. Look at Kan-Ye or whatever he is called these days. One cannot speak straight without facing a lot of flak. He has the world on his back. Power to him, however I have no desire in attracting that kind of interest. If you get what I am saying, power to you… if not, then perhaps you were never meant to get it in the first place.

Two.

I have poured millions of words into this tiny head and now the words want to come out. Often jumbled. While I am at it, I am testing my writing chops. Trying to develop a style and playing with words like a child would with Lego or better still, a potter molding clay. Free-dom.

Three.

I like to think about esoteric things, and this bleeds into the ordinary also. One starts to understand why the mystics sound so mystical about even the most mundane things. When you get to the heart of it, every utterance is up for grabs, every assumption has to be tossed into the territory of unknowing. Logic has little basis in mysticism. Which is what makes it so exciting and disorienting. Whirling.

When you read the great philosophers, you see this too. Many wanted to avoid being burned at the stake or stretched on a rack by the grizzly powers that be . So they wrote a little off kilter. Every sentence with two meanings.

You had to get on their frequency to understand what they were saying.

You had to get out of phase to catch their drift.

But I will try to do better.

Writing clearly is an art.

And I was never an artist

or that smart.

I hope that explains,

The Vikid Truth