Here a video of the realised Master B.S.Goel. I myself was and am under his personal supervision, guidance and care.
nce and care.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Back in England
Just goofing about back in my old city of Sheffield. Mostly down the canal with my mate running his camera. The tune is off the CD with my band Sangha, based in Granada in Andalucia, Spain.
This is the death knell of the ego
This is the death knell of the ego
Bells are ringing
In the consciousness
The inner light is gnawing at the mind
Between the uselessness of goods and bads
Memories of what I lost or had
There´s something that is never lost
Face to face with the shadow
Skulking there within the shade
A darker dark within a more obscure
When it gets so dark it blanks out everything
The flimsy moral code just falls away
And when death comes
To lead you down the hall
Only god will be your witness
No friends you thought you had to guide you there
Shoot a light thru the dark
And find your way back home
Dark shadows all around
But we will break them down
The clean pure light of knowing
That is the base of all
Is our real recollection
Our one true treasure store
Burn a hole thru the thick dull clouds
Of ignorance
That hold us in their grip
Tell your brothers and your sisters of your love for them
Dark shadows all around
But shadows only shadows in the end
And what you thought a snake is just a stick
Bells are ringing
In the consciousness
The inner light is gnawing at the mind
Between the uselessness of goods and bads
Memories of what I lost or had
There´s something that is never lost
Face to face with the shadow
Skulking there within the shade
A darker dark within a more obscure
When it gets so dark it blanks out everything
The flimsy moral code just falls away
And when death comes
To lead you down the hall
Only god will be your witness
No friends you thought you had to guide you there
Shoot a light thru the dark
And find your way back home
Dark shadows all around
But we will break them down
The clean pure light of knowing
That is the base of all
Is our real recollection
Our one true treasure store
Burn a hole thru the thick dull clouds
Of ignorance
That hold us in their grip
Tell your brothers and your sisters of your love for them
Dark shadows all around
But shadows only shadows in the end
And what you thought a snake is just a stick
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