Within illusion, there is a body. Within illusion, there is a consciousness. Within illusion, there is an enviroment. Within illusion, there is the residents of the same. What does the body know? What does the consciousness know? What does the environment know? What does its residents know? All that is known is subjective. Who is to know what?
Accupressure points. Chakras. Nadis. Nerve endings. Nerve bundles. A body tied to spiritual bodies, energetic bodies. The energy within, the energy without. A consciousness tied to all of it. What is the potential of all of the above? The teachings are lost in part to time and yet guarded all the same. Who are the guardians of such knowledge? The Elders exist.
For a body is but an interface within creation made. The details as to how to operate the body in correlation with the energetic counterparts is a vast teaching. It is an ancient teaching. The knowledge of this spans time before even our history.
We have our Earth world and all is as it should be. We know what we know. There is no mistake about that. However, the knowing of knowing is to know of the knower. What the knower knows will show. Give a man a knowledge of a thing and watch the application of that thing. Is it wise appplication, or is it foolish? How to know either? The knowing does go.
Knowledge of the tree of good and evil, does it teach the knower? If the knower shows wise application, what lies beyond the knowedge of the tree of good and evil? Who is to evaluate? Who is to know? Who is the teacher to show?
The Bandhu Locks. Bodily triggers. Energetic ties. Channels of energy. Combinations with ultimate application. Multisystem integration and utilization. The mystery unknown. Speak a word and feel the motion of muscle and nerve across a plane of energy ripples, the melody does roll, its frequency, magnitude, modulation, and pathway unique. The locks a knowledge held against the biggest desires. A whispering held til the soul be telled.
Apppication circumstance. The powers of creation under responsible dictation. The red button holder, multiple buttons given. Who is to be trusted? Who is to be taught? The Bandhu Locks, a curriculum of not. What virtues, what principles held, what sacrifices give the elder his say in giving away? A mystery within a mystery.
For in a moment comes a crescendo of knowing, the play does unfold, the elders come forth. They are the Gift Givers of old, the untold they mold. For the teller is a teller not, in knowing there is knowing not. The silent mogul under sheol’s hold does hear the whisper play. For amsidst a backdrop of utter lack of comes a teachers hand to say. Say of the way, of the may, and of the stay. Pray does lead the nothing away.
The Bandhu Locks, an application, a science, a methodology, an interface, an effector, an affector, an elector. A system, an art, a nuance in part. A twist of the wrist, an exhale in time, an asana unknown, a combination key to an outcome to be. Direct the channel of multitude’s handle and learn the way of the Gift Giver’s say. The Elders they give of unknowing.
Design a circuit, its resistors and capacitors, its pathways and voltage. Give it triggers of many and instructions of plenty for the user to impart their learnings of art. Like locks and dams of a rivers flow, the Badhu ways direct the water. Like tributary branches, the options, their vastness, is a Creators making, those teachings awaiting.
“Awaiting whom?” does ask the Elders in mask, they await the soul to know. A time, a place, a trouble in space, a due mission of utter submission. “We trust you,” they say, the display in a day is all the time in bundle, a moment down under. Now is the time for the whispers due.
The Bandu Locks is a Creationary art. It is older than hay. It is older than dirt. It is old, the elders have told. Told it be the ways indeed of Creation’s making, an earthquake shaking, the Bandu Locks hold back the stock of flame and fowl, of ice and howl, of wonder beholden, of sunlight bold of. The restraint command, the loving hand, of Giving’s ways amidst dismay.
The Locks of Bandu, a Creationary teaching for administration amidst the utter infinite. A human way who is to say, for there is another amidst a Brother, a Sister, a Mother, a Father. When the student is ready, the Teacher appears. For among a life of eternal strife and joy, pain and glory, there came a day when Creation’s way brought forth a body and the Bandhu way. Locks, Stocks, and Barrels, the drama that plays brings forth its quarrels. The Bandhu way does have its say.
Zoltan Blue 