The Gallery of Noise VII: Know Yourself

Know yourself so deeply that no one can take decisions for you.

When you do not know yourself, the gallery (Media, people, relatives, family, parents) decides for you. It tells you what to wear, what to like, what to post, whom to hate. And you obey, because you are empty inside.

An empty mind is always available for rent. Anyone can live there.

But when you know yourself, this game ends.

Knowing yourself does not mean knowing your name, your class, your stream, your job, your degree. It means knowing your origin. Knowing what disturbs your body, what corrupts your mind, and what disconnects you from your existence.

Once you know this, you become the witness.

The gallery will still make noise. It will still mock you subtly --- your relatives, your uncle who often visits your home specifically during your exam days: sometimes criticises you and sometimes says words of praise. Both are distractions. Remember this. But its noise will not become your decision. You will hear it and let it pass.

That is true freedom — not that the gallery becomes silent, but that it can no longer take decisions for you.

So don't fight the gallery. Know yourself (know thyself).

The Gallery of Noise VI: Let Them Be

Do we need to comprehend others? Do we need to know who they are and what they like a lot? Do we really need?

No, not at all.

Let them be who or what they are. Let them be. They are possibilities. They will create their own beliefs, their own ideas, their own principles. They too are God's manifestation. Let them be their own type. And let your mind be free of their thoughts.

We burden our minds too much by trying to understand and control everyone. And burdening our mind will never serve the purpose. Not for us, and not for them.

For example, if your child is not going as per your line of thought, you should not try to control him or her. It will cause more problems. When a person feels his freedom is curtailed, he cannot do anything in life.

Let them be of their own type. It is their life, so let them explore.

All you need to do is to provide them a disciplined environment. But discipline doesn't mean military discipline. No, that will cause more harm.

Discipline means to let them know what is right and wrong for their body, mind and existence. Let them know this only. Rest, they will do themselves.

If they have phone addiction, don't control them with harshness. And don't abandon them either. Stay as a lamp — show them the harm so vividly, so truthfully, that their own intelligence says no. But don't use harsh words. If you use harsh words, they will start hating you. You will become the villain of their life, and then they will do everything that disturbs you from inside.

And they know you better — they know how you get triggered, how to disturb you. First they will destroy themselves, and then they will destroy you. Beware!

So let your mind be free.

Let them be. Let it be.

In that letting-be, both are free — you and they. And only in freedom can anyone find their origin.

The Gallery of Noise V: Be Non-descript

Let's be one with the existence, with the origin, let's be self-driven and let's be one's own type.

The gallery always wants you to be descript. To have a label, a title, a sect, a category. Are you a topper? Are you religious? Are you modern? Are you successful?

The moment you accept a description, you become a commodity in the gallery. And every commodity is compared, priced, and mocked.

To be non-descript is freedom.

I wrote in my diary on 4 Jan. 2015 —

God is the greatest artist. Look, He has made such a beautiful world. Birds are flying, the sun is rising, flowers are dancing. He manifested His own self in His art — Nature. And we have made different religions to worship Him and bow our heads in front of Him. But He says, "Don't worship Me; rather, worship My creation because I live in My creation." But we start looking for Him in different sects. Shame on us — even an atheist who loves nature is more religious than any so-called religious person.

That is what it means to be non-descript.

To be one with the existence is to love His art, not just search for the artist in different buildings. The tree does not try to be described as a good tree. It simply is. It is one with existence.

To be one with the origin is to return to the source before society gave you a name. Before the competition began, there was a quiet being. That being was not anxious. It was complete.

To be self-driven is to move not because someone in the gallery pushed you, mocked you, or applauded you — but because something inside you flows, like the birds flying and the flowers dancing on their own.

And to be one's own type is the ultimate morality. Not the social morality of success and sects, but a morality that is free.

You don't have to win the gallery. You don't have to prove which sect, which label, which description is yours.

Let the gallery keep its labels. 

Be non-descript. Be one with His creation. Then you are automatically one with Him.

The Gallery of Noise IV: Let The Competition Die

Let the competition die, only then will the noise fade.

The gallery is built on competition. To become, to win, to be seen, to be better than the other. This becoming is the noise. It never allows silence to enter. 

It has been said that when comparison ends, the mind becomes quiet. As long as one is running to be first, the traffic inside can never stop.

In this quietness, two energies are discovered.

One is the courage to be one with the absolute witness. The pure masculine energy. The energy that simply watches. It does not interfere. It does not judge the whispers in the air. It does not bend facts or twist words. It just sees. It is the mountain. Unshaken.

And then there is the strength to feel the flow, to go with the flow. The pure feminine energy. The energy that does not resist. It does not control the inner traffic by force. It allows it to pass. It is the river. It moves, it embraces, it heals.

The noise survives only when one is missing. When only watching is there, it becomes dry. When only flowing is there, it becomes lost.

But when both are together — courage to witness and strength to flow — the competition dies.

No one to compete with. No gallery to impress.

Then a new dimension of morality is born. Not the social morality of success and class, but a morality that is free.

Then the noise fades by itself.

The Gallery of Noise III: The Social Morality is Immoral

It has been said that social morality is immoral.

It is a difficult statement to agree with because if it is agreed that social morality is immoral, then it has to be rejected. And what is meant by social morality? It is understood to be made of greed, envy, ambition, nationality, worship of class, worship of success, and all the rest of it.

But is it really rejected, or are only words spoken?

It has been observed that to be really moral is one of the most extraordinary things in life. And it has also been observed that this real morality has nothing to do with social or environmental behaviour. Freedom is required to be really virtuous. Freedom is not there if the social morality of greed, envy, competition and worship of success is followed.

The social morality that is put forward as moral is often composed of everything that is not good. Becoming good is preached, while everything that is not good is practiced. It has been pointed out that a mind which has denied this kind of morality, not verbally or intellectually but actually in daily life, is highly moral.

This denial is not immorality. This denial is the beginning of a higher morality. A morality that is not shaped by fear.

In the galleries of our daily life, this social morality is seen as noise. Noise is created, and then others are blamed for the noise. Whispers are spread in the air. Words are twisted and facts are bent to portrait others wrongly. Weak hearts are found to be manipulating and pretending.

A free mind does not listen to those whispers. It does not jump branches. It practices economy of thought.

Then a new dimension of success is discovered. It has been felt that success does not mean getting a position or fame exclusively. Success is also meant to be reading one's own thoughts, controlling one's inner traffic, and remaining quiet in the worst conditions. This success cannot be recognized by anyone except oneself.

That quietness is the foundation of a mind that is completely moral. Not made moral by society, but moral by freedom.

The Gallery of Empty Noise - II

In Part I, we saw them.

People speak, talk, mock and then forget. Shallow inside, so they talk shallow. Monkeys jumping from one branch to another. No creativity, no economy of thought — only reaction. Their confidence depends on putting someone down.

Now see the next layer of the game.

They themselves are the noise pollution. Day and night — gossip, mocking, loud opinions, empty chatter. Their whole existence is noise.

And yet they have the guts to abuse others for causing noise pollution. Interesting! 

That is the pompousness of society.

Krishnamurti says it right — Tolerance is the civilised acceptance of a division between people – politically, religiously and socially.

Society is pompous because it does this. It creates a thousand galleries — my religion, my community, my method, my group — each one noisy, each one shallow. And then from inside its own noisy gallery, it points fingers and says "You are the noise."

We tolerate this hypocrisy and call ourselves civilised. Why should we tolerate them? Am I tolerating them? Not at all. I am countering them everyday in my own way. But my way is different. Of course, I will not use their way. It's like jumping into the mud. This is what they actually want. 

The truth is, the accuser is the polluter. The mocker is insecure. As Krishnamurti said, insecurity is the nature of things. Their mocking is just a wall they built against their own insecurity.

Don't give them cement. Let their own noise deafen them, and walk out...

The Gallery of Empty Noise

People speak, people talk, people mock and then they forget. They are idiots of their own type. Shallow inside, so they talk shallow.

They have nothing to think about, nothing meaningful to speak, nothing to align their thoughts to their actions. Just monkeys jumping from one branch to another. It's their speciality — they spend years mastering it.

They are only looking for moments to get their dopamine release, because they have no creativity, no creative expression. No economy of thought, no politics of principle, only reaction.

Still, they have a special confidence — a confidence that actually depends on others. Put someone down, feel up. That is their business model.

Let them be creatures of their own type. Does it matter? No, not at all. It hardly matters. They are poor inside.

Who are they? Nothing. Just parasites who need our reaction, and when they don't get it, they collapse.

Krishnamurti was right — insecurity is the nature of things. Their mocking is just a wall they built against their own insecurity. Don't give it cement.

Don't give them cement. Let the wall fall on its own.